It is 2025. You type the world you want. The rain comes. The lights burn. A train glides away, straight and cold. People stand close. They wait and do not speak. Above them fish turn slow and bright. You type more. The city answers. It gives you color and noise and steam. It gives you the long street and the wet neon. It gives you the old hunger too. You feel it in the crowd. You feel it in the rail as it hums past. You try again. You ask for quiet. The rain softens. The crowd breathes. The koi slow and dim. It is almost right. It's Genie 3.

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