Trainer | Xpt

A normal XPT trainer would try to soothe, to calm, to rebuild one shard at a time. But Marcus knew the Bureau's secret: they only knew how to polish glass. He knew how to reforge steel.

Marcus pointed at the raging inferno on the viewscreen. "That's not the sun, kid. That's your ego. You thought a perfect pilot doesn't make mistakes. So when you made one, your mind ate itself. You didn't shatter because of the radiation. You shattered because you couldn't handle being human ." xpt trainer

The screen in Marcus’s neural-link flickered, displaying the cold, official seal of the Federal Bio-Augmentation Bureau. A normal XPT trainer would try to soothe,

Kaelen looked into the Mirror. He didn't see a failed pilot. He didn't see a prodigy. He saw a young man who had been told he was perfect since birth, and who had believed it. He saw the loneliness of perfection. The terror of the first mistake. The relief, buried under a mountain of panic, that he didn't have to be flawless anymore. Marcus pointed at the raging inferno on the viewscreen

He activated his portable XPT rig—a jury-rigged mess of wires and outdated hardware. It was like performing brain surgery with a pocketknife. He linked his neural pattern to Kaelen's fractured matrix.