By Wednesday, his score was 1,200.
He felt… nothing. Just a faint, hollow tock sound from his phone’s speaker. He tapped again.
Mark shook him. “Leo? Leo, you okay, man?” iq clicker
Leo reached out with a hand he no longer possessed and tapped the button.
He tapped it one last time.
Leo stared at the screen. It was just a grey box with a single, pulsating blue button. Above the button, a number: . Below it, another number: IQ: 100 .
“Weird,” he whispered.
Mark came into their room, holding two bags of tacos. “Dude, you haven’t eaten in a day.”