No data. No analysis. Just *knows*.
Asked to justify your prediction, you said — and the Eye is quoting directly — 'I just have a feeling about this one.' No stats. No reasoning. A feeling. And here's what drives everyone insane: you're right a deeply unfair amount of the time. The Eye has studied your method and found there isn't one — there's something better. You're not actually guessing; you're reading data that doesn't have numbers yet. The energy of a team walking out. The way a friend typed 'sure.' The specific quality of a silence in a meeting. You process a thousand micro-signals below your own awareness and the output arrives labeled as 'a vibe,' because that's the only word your conscious mind was given. It's real intelligence wearing a mystical outfit. The cost is also real: you can't show your work, so when you're wrong, you have no defense, and when you're right, the receipt people say you got lucky. You've stopped arguing. You just smile and let the universe file your paperwork. Infuriating. Undefeated-ish.
Get your read — free on iPhoneit was never magic. you read a thousand signals you can't name, and 'a vibe' is just the only word you were given.