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He sent out a distress signal: đźš© SOS. Sidorov is going medieval on me. Need a miracle.
The next morning, Sidorov looked at the screen, then at Ivan. "It’s... it's actually original," the Professor whispered, a single tear hitting his tie. "You pass." He sent out a distress signal: 🚩 SOS
He had to write a conclusion using only his own brain—no ChatGPT, no copy-paste. He stared at the blank cursor. It blinked like a judging eye. Finally, he typed: "The digital age isn't about the tools we use, but the memes we make along the way." Deep. Very deep. The next morning, Sidorov looked at the screen, then at Ivan
Suddenly, his screen glowed. A notification appeared from a mysterious user named . "You pass
Ivan had to go 30 whole minutes without checking his phone. He sweated. His thumb twitched with phantom-scroll syndrome. He saw a squirrel outside and almost took a selfie with it. But he held strong. Level 1 Cleared.