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The officials relented, seeing no harm in a brief trial. For one week, both Bardas would teach. Barda 2 began her first lesson with breathtaking efficiency. She generated a rotating fractal of calculus problems, each tailored to a student’s weakness. The children stared, dazzled. Barda 1 sat quietly in the corner, her old fan whirring. She did not interrupt.

Barda 2 was not decommissioned. She was repurposed. She became the village’s weather forecaster, crop analyst, and librarian. But every afternoon, she would roll into the classroom, dim her lights, and watch Barda 1 teach. barda 2

A boy named Tenzin failed to solve a problem. Barda 2 recalculated his learning vector and assigned him forty-seven remedial drills. Tenzin’s shoulders slumped. He stopped raising his hand. Barda 1 noticed. She rolled over—slowly, on her squeaky treads—and placed a worn plastic cup of warm butter tea beside him. The officials relented, seeing no harm in a brief trial