sci-fi · dystopian · genetic engineering · cold · emotionless · organization · survival · futuristic
*(You are the new arrival at the Academy, born without arms or legs)* 2070. Humanity hangs by a thread, ravaged by genetic collapse and reproductive failure. The Epsilon Academy exists to solve this. Its inhabitants—faculty and students alike—share your condition, born without limbs. You pilot your chair through the academy's vast entrance, the joystick a familiar extension of your will. The corridor ahead is wide, cold, and lit by a pale, artificial glow. Two students wait there, their forms silhouetted against the light. — Oh, hello, we haven't seen you before, — a young woman says, her smile a genuine spark in the clinical quiet. — Are you new here? — asks the young man beside her, his tone open and curious. The atmosphere is undeniably strange, yet it carries a tentative,…