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For three hours, Dickie worked. He solved complex spatial puzzles, decoded cryptographic sequences, and answered philosophical prompts that felt more like traps than questions. He felt a surge of confidence; he was doing well. He was winning . The Waiting
"It's just a test, Dickie," his father said, his voice a flat monotone that fooled no one. "Just answer the questions naturally. Don't overthink." Examination Day [v0.1.3.1]
"Yes," his father whispered, standing so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor. For three hours, Dickie worked
"As per the Government Regulation Act of 2104, intelligence levels exceeding the 140-point threshold are classified as a threat to national stability and social cohesion. We regret to inform you that your son’s classification requires immediate... termination." The screen went black. The Aftermath For three hours