The question of ████████████
Researchers have made a breakthrough in ███ence: Humanity to further improve their quality of life.
“What differentiates us from animals is that we are not solely driven by the need for survival.” shares head scientist Rov█ ████er of the Ber████ Institution. “We are working on what can only be described as Perfection. With our most recent invention in ████, we have decided to take it a step further and ██████ ███████ █████ ███”

February 0█, 202█
Science in controversy?
Rumors have already started circulating around the latest experiments held by the B█████ ███tution. For many it has become obvious that the people shouldn’t expect any new invention like flying cars, artificial intellig████ or anything ████rial. Rumor has it, the Institution is working on humans themselves, a deep dive into their DNA.
Citizens of █████ have begun protesting and blocking off access to the roads leading towards the Institution.
█████ denies all rumors that his team has used disabled peo███ as test subjects.
Non-governmental organizations already record nu██rous missing people, among these disabled, chronic███ diseased or drop outs.
█████ Institution states they are keeping details of their research hidden from the public to avoid causing any misunderstandings. “It is all for the future of hu████.” the CEO of their most prominent sponsoring company promises.

November 2█, 202█
A new beginning is in sight
█████ ███████ to have found cure against physical and mental illnesses. Unwanted “characteristics” of humanity will soon be █████. Researchers seek to build the ███fect human.

August 1█, 204█
Today the ████ mentor toured us inside the lab████. Decades of research data is stored here, and even the governments of various countries are supporting the ██████. One of the senior researchers said they’ve finally found the right genes and the right way to reshuffle or rewrite the life code of people. It’s insane how far we have come! Each day we come closer to ███fection. I wonder if the superstitions are true though. They didn’t let us inside the ███████. Another senior said we can enter the control room only after graduating the initial training. What do they control there? █████ ███ ██They’ll present the project to the public soon.

March 2█, 204█
People are still skeptical, but that was expected. With the support of the government, the entire population is now under the researcher’s hands. It’s all for the best. In a sense, we are fulfilling every parent’s █████ — their child has greatness in reach. ███ are eliminating the ‘bad’ of humanity.No more genetic illnesses.No more ‘waste of resources’.We’ve created the perfect world! A new world!██ ████ ███████ Utopia!

In the center of the dark room sits a singular, lonely young girl. She waits a beat, then another, holds in the growl of a hungry stomach as she listens. A creak, shuffling feet, and eventually, a monotonous voice breaks the strenuous silence:

“Please, step forward.”

One imagines that in a previous reality, in an old world, a voice carried politeness and warmth. Perhaps it cherished something, held a weight to it that is loudly absent now. The young girl blinks once, twice, then she stands up, follows the man in a white uniform. She has only ever seen the likes of him, a curious sight that has her wondering if the entirety of this so called Academy is all the same.

Light breaches the curtain of darkness and the girl squints dry eyes, bites back any sound of discomfort. It is blinding, but her feet carry her to her location on auto pilot. One test here, another examination there.

There is something in this Academy, whispers about ‘ranks’, the good and the bad. The girl purses her lips as a needle pierces her skin. Had there been another child like her in the isolation they lock her in? Uncertain, the images are vague. They tend to leave; she doesn’t know where, but they do.

A gloved hand grabs her face and the girl blinks again as a bright light flashes directly into her eye. A weekly routine, that should be it. A regular dispatch out of her ‘room’ and into these reinforced walls with all their medical tests and knowledge exams. It gets hard sometimes, papers grow blurry and the pen shakes, yet the advanced tasks do not shake off of the sheet, nor do the researchers allow her a break. Asking for one won’t change anything either.

The routine is always finalized by a white sheet of paper, words strewn around and words expected of her. The girl inwardly exhales in relief as another pen is shoved between her fingers. When she’s finished, the Researcher nods, a minute change in otherwise stone expressions. Every time, she hopes the next day will be better, that she’ll leave this place too, just like everyone else.

Every time, she returns here again.

Another creak, more shuffling. The same faceless voice calls for her, returns her back to another routine of gearing to follow a white coat until they arrive in front of a monitor. There, she’s always guided to stand in front of the screen, a soft green light emitting from it and onto her eyes.

Welcome

Its robotic voice starts. ‘Welcome’? is an odd signal, but it is the sole one she’s given whenever the heavy doors groan open and its sole inhabitant is allowed inside. Welcome is never said to anyone else, so what’s the point of it? An identity?

Vessel 175
█████, Age 12
GMV-NA
GA: Unidentified
Rank 5

September 0█, 205█
The facility is suffocating. █████ keep data of the entire population. I have seen names, their tested IQ, their talents… ███ everything. The head researcher calls it the “GM Chart”. ██████ says it’s the only existing database housing all the information on the genetically manipulated ██████.

My grandfather still whines about the dwindling numbers of ██████. He says back in his “old world” days, people used to walk their dogs every morning. I saw a dog in the facility once. They ████ ██ down.

September 1█, 205█
I’m starting to feel agitated. Paranoid perhaps. My grandfather says “Everything good eventually comes to an end”. My higherup mentioned a fluctuation in the database recording. A ███ has higher IQ than the estimated ███████ and a ████ has lower IQ. They say it’s nothing to worry about. I’m not supposed to share that ███████ ████

September 2█, 205█
Nothing to keep them away from the perfect man. The fluctuations are still too small. Head researcher pushed it aside as if it ██████ █████I’ve seen reports of people █████. One developed bad eyesight, the other ████.A senior said they can’t focus on the trivialities, not when ███ ████████ ███

October 0█, 205█
THE START OF A UTOPIAN FANTASY?
It sounds unbelievable, it sounds absurd! However it is reality! ██████ institution releases records of ‘Superpowers’ in between the common man!

“We did not release any official word of this █████, █████ it was all small changes to the body or mind.” Chief █████ explains for UTOPIA TIMES. “However, greater strength and improved eyesight soon turned ███████. Now we can manipulate objects arou██ ██, levitate, █████, control atoms around us, the magnetic ████ ███ █████

The council has announced they will be ███████ a new law to █████ ████ use of these new superpowers. Furthermore █████ informs ███████

November 0█, 205█
The council decided to keep the █████ a secret. This is a mistake. We can’t ██████Grandfather passed away, he was growing weaker. My mother is ██████ █████.There was an accident in the lab████ ███████. A woman who came for a check-up suddenly █████ █████

January 1█, 205█
Utopia allows people to see only one side of the whole story.One side might have been granted ‘superpowers’, but the other ███ ███ ███ mindless monsters.The utopia is destroyed, mercilessly dragged into chaos. They cannot hide it, not for long.There is a better term for their “new world”, ████████. Grandfather was right███ █████ █████ Dystopia.