Examination Day [v0.1.3.1] Instant

The voice that came through the speaker was mechanical, devoid of warmth. "Identification confirmed. Richard Jordan. Age: Twelve years, zero months. Begin Phase One: Pattern Recognition."

The Government Educational Service building was a monolith of gray concrete and tinted glass. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and clinical disinfectant. Dickie was ushered into a small, windowless room containing only a desk, a chair, and a microphone. Examination Day [v0.1.3.1]

For three hours, Dickie worked. He solved complex spatial puzzles, decoded cryptographic sequences, and answered philosophical prompts that felt more like traps than questions. He felt a surge of confidence; he was doing well. He was winning . The Waiting The voice that came through the speaker was

The silence returned, heavier than before. There were no sirens, no dramatic arrests. Just the cold, mathematical reality of a world that prized conformity over brilliance. Age: Twelve years, zero months

At exactly 4:00 PM, the wall-unit buzzed. A government official’s face appeared—stern, professional, and entirely detached. "Mr. and Mrs. Jordan?"

"As per the Government Regulation Act of 2104, intelligence levels exceeding the 140-point threshold are classified as a threat to national stability and social cohesion. We regret to inform you that your son’s classification requires immediate... termination." The screen went black. The Aftermath