"We have the results of your son's intelligence examination. He has achieved an IQ score of 165."
A brief, suffocating moment of hope flickered in Amy’s eyes before the official continued. Examination Day [v0.1.3.1]
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. "We have the results of your son's intelligence examination
At exactly 4:00 PM, the wall-unit buzzed. A government official’s face appeared—stern, professional, and entirely detached. "Mr. and Mrs. Jordan?" His mother, Amy, fussed over the breakfast table,
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.