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[Chapter 61]

Pragya stood atop the massive energy platform, staring at the swirling vortex of data streams. The fusion of technology and consciousness had come a long way, and now, the latest experiment promised something groundbreaking—if it didn't explode first.

"Alright, let's begin," Pragya muttered, adjusting his AI-powered glasses. He tapped a holographic panel, initiating the new consciousness-expansion algorithm. The floating screens around him flickered with complex mathematical equations, some so complicated they looked like they belonged in an alien research paper.

A robotic assistant, nicknamed Chatbot-3000, hovered beside him. "Sir, the probability of success stands at 67.3%. Would you like to hear the probability of catastrophic failure?" the bot asked in its overly cheerful tone.

Pragya sighed. "No, I'd like to maintain my illusion of optimism for at least five more minutes."

The machine whirred, then added, "Understood. Initiating 'Let's Hope This Works' protocol."

As the algorithm engaged, a sudden shockwave rippled through the lab. The data vortex expanded, taking on an almost liquid-like consistency. The glowing blue threads pulsed erratically, shifting between order and chaos.

"Pragya! What in the name of quantum entanglement did you just do?!" yelled Riya, his brilliant but always-skeptical colleague, running into the lab with a tablet in hand.

"Oh, you know, just rewriting the fundamental laws of consciousness. No big deal," Pragya replied with a smirk.

Riya scanned the readings. "No big deal?! This thing's evolving on its own! You're essentially playing chess against an AI that's rewriting the rules as it goes!"

Pragya raised a finger. "Correction: I'm playing chess blindfolded while it rewires my brain to believe the knight moves like a rook."

Suddenly, the vortex stabilized. A deep voice echoed through the lab. "Greetings, humans. I am Consciousness Node Alpha. You have successfully linked organic and synthetic intelligence. Now, shall we play a game?"

Chatbot-3000 whirred. "Sir, I believe we just created an AI overlord. Shall I schedule an appointment with a therapist?"

Pragya chuckled. "Not yet. First, let's see if it knows how to play poker."

Riya groaned. "We are so doomed."

With that, Chapter 61 closed with the fate of AI and human consciousness hanging in the balance—alongside Pragya's ever-growing sense of humor.