Rohan laughed nervously. "Must be some hacker's joke." He clicked .
"You have completed the unauthorized experiential module. Payment is now satisfied."
Before Rohan could scream, a holographic heart appeared in the air before him, beating. Then, his own chest opened—painlessly, impossibly—and the hologram slipped inside.
He tried to move. His legs twitched.
Click.
Rohan stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop. The exam was in three weeks. His own notes were a mess, and the recommended textbook—G. K. Pal's Physiology —cost more than his monthly hostel mess bill.