What? Recreate Miss Null''s championship-winning program the one that had dominated the World Programming Competition three years ago with an overwhelming vote-live on stage? She had to be kidding.


    “I don''t think she''s kidding. Her fingers are a blur on that keyboard."


    "And look at the screen. All thatplex code... she''s typing it out without even thinking. It''s insane."


    "I heard Miss Null''s original project took months toplete. How can she do it in fifteen minutes? She wouldn''t have enough time even if she were copying it line by line!"


    The audience buzzed with discussion, and the judges on stage were beginning to see it too. The code she was writing... it looked identical to the code from Miss Null''s project. The speed, the precision-even some of the top programmers in the world couldn''t match it. She wasn''t even looking at the keyboard. She was just a freshman in college, how was this possible?


    As more and more code filled the screen, Tucker finally realized something was off. The program Juniper was writing was identical to his master''s work. He had studied that project countless times, memorizing nearly every line of code. He couldn''t be mistaken. The program was soplex that no one but the original creator could possibly write it from scratch, especially not live. Could it be... that Juniper really was his master? That she hadn''t died?


    At that thought, Tucker froze, his mind goingpletely nk.


    Twelve minutester.


    The sound of typing finally ceased. Juniper slowly rose from her seat as every eye in the room focused on her.


    "The most direct way to prove I am Miss Null is to recreate my award-winning program right here she said, turning her head to look a at the stunned judges hope you''ll a keep your word and give Professor Tucker the justice he deserves."


    With that, her fingers danced over the keyboard onest time,piling the code. A


    momentter, Miss Null''s program from three years ago began to run on the


    massive projector screen.


    A collective gasp swept through the hall. "It''s really Miss Null''s project!"


    "Maybe she just memorized the code beforehand?"


    "Use your brain! The probability of memorizing that entire program is astronomical!"


    "And even if you memorized it, you


    still have topile it. For the past three years, countless programmers have tried and failed to replicate Miss Null''s work. That proves only She herself can make it."


    “Fifteen minutes..." the head judge stared at the screen, his eyes wide with disbelief. “She recreated Miss Null''s masterpiece in just fifteen minutes?"


    "Mr. Chairman, the program is a perfect match to Miss Null''s," a staff member confirmed after a quickparison. “And... there''s more. Three years ago, Miss Null was indeed only fifteen, which is why she was hailed as a child prodigy. By that timeline, she would be eighteen this year—the same age as the youngdy before us. So... it''s possible she really is Miss Null."


    The judges stood frozen, unsure how to react.


    "I see you still have your doubts." Juniper said, a slight, knowing smile on her face


    as if she had expected this all along. "In that case, why don''t you take a look at this?"