Satisfied with his physical expertise and skill, Moira's fingers skimmed over the controls, quickly designing her own custom environment.
The lights returned, and the white noise stopped, but they were replaced by walls rising from the floor, with a glass ceiling resting atop the walls, to prevent anyone from climbing them. The new program was a maze, where all the corridors looked the same. It was huge, as the Danger Room was huge, and mazes were always far more difficult when you weren't looking down on them with a pencil.
The rules of the game seemed simple. A few opponents still chased him through the maze. The ones who did were tireless, immune to most physical injury, and kung-fu masters who learned from Danny's technique. From somewhere on the other side of the maze, Danny could hear a child's voice calling for help. It wasn't an actual child in peril, of course, but it made the goal of this training exercise clear enough.
There was a catch. Moira programmed the maze with a mathematical pattern of change. Every so often, the walls would change, completely altering the layout of the maze and the route to the goal. The pattern was predictable, to an extent, so that anyone above average intelligence could still figure out how to make progress toward their goal. Depending on a person's skills at pattern recognition and mapping, this would go faster. A mathematical genius could probably make it to their goal within minutes. An average IQ would take over an hour.
It was a very unusual IQ test, especially while the AI opponents are still out for your blood.