Forty years. Exactly forty years from his birth.
Leo was an XYZ baby.
H-GEN (Human Genomic Enhancement Nexus) had been the world's quiet miracle. By 2041, three generations had been born without cancer, without allergies, without myopia or congenital pain. XYZ was the third and final tier—the one that promised to eliminate mental illness, aggression, and the messy unpredictability of human desire. h-gen xyz
He walked to the window. Outside, other XYZ teenagers laughed on a clean green lawn. None of them knew they were walking graveyards. Forty years
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 (Human Genomic Enhancement Nexus) had been the
Instead, it showed a countdown.
XYZ solved that .