Each new generation of children grows up in the new environment

Host: The evening light was thin, silver, and tired — the kind that leaks through skyscraper windows after the world has already begun to go quiet. From the 23rd floor, the city looked like a living machine, its veins glowing in neon, pulsing through the veins of night.

In a small office, lined with half-dead plants and humming computer screens, Jack sat at his desk, scrolling through a stream of data that reflected in his grey eyes like shifting code. Behind him, the glass window overlooked the city — luminous and restless.

Jeeny stood by the window, holding a paper cup of tea, watching the distant trains move through the dark like veins of memory. On Jack’s screen, an article glowed with quiet authority — Alison Gopnik’s words highlighted in yellow:

*"Each new generation of children grows up in the new environment its parents have created, and each generation of brains becomes wired in a different way. The human mind can change radically in just a few