Scammed by Chatbot University
"Please, please, please take me with you! I want to get into Pemberton too!"
I sat drenched in cold sweat, staring at the scene unfolding before me, familiar yet completely absurd.
Phoebe Jones, a girl who could not even solve a quadratic equation on her best day, held up her brand-new iPhone from the classroom podium with a look of smug triumph plastered across her face.
On the screen was an AI chatbot interface.
I had returned to the past, two hours before my death.
"Line up, everyone! One at a time!" Phoebe basked in the adoration, her voice dripping with sweetness.