Dystopia

Chapter 6

It was check-up season in the Undesired elite. Every year, the children and adolescents of the faction were checked by Dr. Elixir from the Governing Elite. 

The check-ups were originally intended to qualify good commoner candidates that were wrongfully placed here so they could join the commoner faction. However, in more recent years, these check-ups became more of a standard rather than an opportunity. Since the Governing Elite took interest in the Eastern Hemisphere for absorption, it suddenly became nearly impossible for undesired individuals to move out. The Governing elite never admitted that the reason for this was because of overpopulation in the commoner, and undesired factions.

The check-ups consisted of anatomical, cognitive, and behavioral assessments. Failure in any area automatically disqualified a candidate. 

The check-up tests determined the level of overpopulation and sent the older people to the military base to be used as practice shooting targets.

Oliver was currently sitting on his hands in a reclining chair inside a small exam room as he waited for the doctor. He had so far failed the anatomical and cognitive portions. His weight was below the desired range, his vocal cords still useless, and his intelligence levels were low by the doctor's standards. In the behavioral test, Dr. Elixir was looking for obedience, submission, and communication.

He took one glance through his half moon eyewear at his clipboard, and one at Oliver. With a frown on his face, he forcefully exhaled through his nostrils and signed the clipboard.

"I do not need to waste my time with your autism. You're never getting out of here. Might as well send you to military already." Dr. Elixir muttered as he slammed Oliver's form on a pile of papers sitting on the counter.

Oliver wasn't able to speak, but he could still understand what people said about him. He frowned deeply at the doctor as he clenched his jaw.

Dr. Elixir approached him and bend forward to Oliver's sitting level and smiled as he said:

"You failed all your tests. Now get out of my sight."

Oliver left the examination room. The promise of tears were prickling his eyes. He had grown accustomed to people underestimating him because of his conditions. The one thing he wished for the most was for someone to see past that, and into the potential he had.