"We have the results of your son's intelligence examination. He has achieved an IQ score of 165."
The atmosphere in the Jordan household was thick with a forced, brittle normalcy. His mother, Amy, fussed over the breakfast table, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the silverware. His father sat behind the newspaper, his eyes fixed on the same headline for twenty minutes. Examination Day [v0.1.3.1]
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. "We have the results of your son's intelligence examination
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. His father sat behind the newspaper, his eyes
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."