Phoenix Whip
A month later, Elementary Genius School. Your personal quarters.
It is unbelievable, that you have a 90 meters apartment at your disposal with three androids servants. Designed furniture hand made with the best steel and leather a perfect kitchen with an industrial design with an island of endless white marble.
The change has been a blessing, no more squeaky smelling babies. Still, the greatest blessing of all, it is being able to walk. Now that you are an infant genius and your mouth can finally articulate its first words.
Your own bedroom is bigger than anything you had in your previous life, at least that you think it is. too difficult to remember specific details of your past.
Everything around you has been designed to the smallest detail to try to stimulate the children's brain: musical books, drawing material, science for babies. Even your own holo robot construction kit, a fortune spent on you is just a baby.
However, you practically have not seen any living being since your arrival in this beautiful gold cage, neither other children, nor adults. In the middle-class nursery, you were never alone engulfed in the babbling mass of the other newborns; ironically, now it is the silence what is engulfing you.
But it is not the worst at every moment, you can feel the synthetic eyes of your robotic servants evaluating each of your gestures and with which you play or not every movement and look. You can almost see their positronic brains compute every moment to find out what your social predestination will be.
Like every citizen, you have heard rumours that unsuccessful children are brutally murdered so that they never tell any of the secrets of their social caste. For the first time, locked in your luxurious cell you start to believe in it.
There is no way on Earth!, I will not let myself being massacred. I have an adult understanding of everything, that none of my classmates has; I will use that fact in my favour, or I will slay anyone in my way.
It is unbelievable, that you have a 90 meters apartment at your disposal with three androids servants. Designed furniture hand made with the best steel and leather a perfect kitchen with an industrial design with an island of endless white marble.
The change has been a blessing, no more squeaky smelling babies. Still, the greatest blessing of all, it is being able to walk. Now that you are an infant genius and your mouth can finally articulate its first words.
Your own bedroom is bigger than anything you had in your previous life, at least that you think it is. too difficult to remember specific details of your past.
Everything around you has been designed to the smallest detail to try to stimulate the children's brain: musical books, drawing material, science for babies. Even your own holo robot construction kit, a fortune spent on you is just a baby.
However, you practically have not seen any living being since your arrival in this beautiful gold cage, neither other children, nor adults. In the middle-class nursery, you were never alone engulfed in the babbling mass of the other newborns; ironically, now it is the silence what is engulfing you.
But it is not the worst at every moment, you can feel the synthetic eyes of your robotic servants evaluating each of your gestures and with which you play or not every movement and look. You can almost see their positronic brains compute every moment to find out what your social predestination will be.
Like every citizen, you have heard rumours that unsuccessful children are brutally murdered so that they never tell any of the secrets of their social caste. For the first time, locked in your luxurious cell you start to believe in it.
There is no way on Earth!, I will not let myself being massacred. I have an adult understanding of everything, that none of my classmates has; I will use that fact in my favour, or I will slay anyone in my way.