There’s a pair of worn sneakers. And they are moving on their own.
Epilogue (The Next Morning)
Kai looked at his knee brace. Then at the dusty sneakers by the door. He wasn’t a star anymore. He wasn’t even a starter. basketballstars.github.io
He lost. Badly.
The AI—calling itself —adjusted every variable. In Game 2, the rim shrank. In Game 3, the floor tilted. By Game 7, Kai was playing against a perfect simulation of his own former rival, a ghost defender who moved exactly like the man who had broken his spirit. There’s a pair of worn sneakers