Examination Day [v0.1.3.1] File

On the kitchen table, Dickie’s unfinished breakfast sat cold—a small, ordinary reminder of the boy who was too bright for his own good.

"Yes," his father whispered, standing so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor. Examination Day [v0.1.3.1]

Dickie nodded, picking at his eggs. He was a bright boy, curious and quick-witted, which—in this society—was exactly what his parents feared most. The Testing Center On the kitchen table, Dickie’s unfinished breakfast sat

"We have the results of your son's intelligence examination. He has achieved an IQ score of 165." He was a bright boy, curious and quick-witted,

"It's just a test, Dickie," his father said, his voice a flat monotone that fooled no one. "Just answer the questions naturally. Don't overthink."

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