He walked to the window. Outside, other XYZ teenagers laughed on a clean green lawn. None of them knew they were walking graveyards.
He never got angry. Never felt jealousy that lasted more than ninety seconds. His tears came only on schedule, during designated "emotional release windows" mandated by the local H-GEN clinic. h-gen xyz
Leo ran to the public gene library. Using the cracked scanner's bypass, he accessed the original H-GEN XYZ white paper—the one never released to parents. He walked to the window
Leo was an XYZ baby.
Leo looked at his own hands. The same hands that never trembled with rage. The same heart that never broke too loudly. He walked to the window. Outside