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Exam Bootcamp Turned Me Into a Machine Chapter 10
I was 23 by then. I'd never taken the college entrance exam, and I never went to college.I spent two years teaching myself psychology, then another year passing the licensing exam to become a counselor. During the exam, I wrote with my left hand. The handwriting was ugly, but every letter was mine.Mom and Dad put up everything they had. They sold two properties, cashed out every investment, and liquidated all their stocks. They rented a 3,000-square-foot space downtown and renovated it into a practice.The sign out front read "Danny Hartman Youth Psychological Intervention Center".On opening day, nobody came. The second day, nobody came either. On the third day, a black sedan pulled up outside.A middle-aged couple half-carried a boy through the door. He was 16, with a buzzcut and a crooked school uniform collar, both hands clenched tight around the insides of his pockets. His mother's eyes were swollen red from crying."Please, Mr. Hartman, please help him. He spent a year at
Exam Bootcamp Turned Me Into a Machine Chapter 9
That was the first time in three years that my body had responded to anything from the outside world.Mom was standing behind the door in the hallway. She saw the orange tabby, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, pressing down hard, too afraid to make a sound. She was terrified that even the smallest noise would shatter the moment.The tabby rubbed against me again. This time, it lifted its head and let out a short, soft meow, as if it were asking, "Can you pet me?"My right hand had been resting on the armrest of that chair for three years. It was covered in scars, the knuckles were deformed, and the nails had gone gray. Then it moved, impossibly slowly. My wrist rose an inch, then another inch, and then my twisted fingers touched the top of the tabby's head.Its fur was wet, but underneath, it was warm."Soft," I whispered. My lips had moved, but my throat had gone so long without speaking that the word barely came out at all.But it was enough. Behind the door, there was
Exam Bootcamp Turned Me Into a Machine Chapter 8
There was no sound, but her shoulders were shaking.Dad bought me the newest phone and set it in front of me. Then he bought a 120-color set of professional colored pencils and a brand-new sketchbook. I looked at all of it, but I didn't pick any of it up.I only did one thing every day. I sat in the chair by the window, faced the glass, and didn't move. I was there when the sun came up, and I was still there when it went down.I didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't speak. Without a command, I didn't initiate any action.Every now and then, Mom would come in and stand behind me, calling my name. "Danny."Danny?"I'm talking to you, sweetheart."I didn't turn around. She could call my name a hundred times, and I still wouldn't turn around.One day, Mom finally couldn't take it anymore. She dropped to her knees beside me and grabbed onto my leg, begging. "Danny, just call me Mom. Please. Just once. If you say it once, I can die happy."I glanced down in her direction. My line of si
Exam Bootcamp Turned Me Into a Machine Chapter 7
The front gate was sheet metal with two padlocks on it, and the top of the perimeter wall was strung with barbed wire. The guard wouldn't let them in, so Dad called the police.Once the officers arrived and helped force the gate open, the first thing Dad saw made him vomit.There was no yard, no field, just row after row of tin sheds, numbered 001 through 200. Each one was barely 40 square feet, containing a desk, a chair, and a lamp.There were no windows and no bed. The desk was stacked with a foot-tall pile of practice tests, and the chair's armrests had metal clamps welded onto them to lock a student's wrists in place and keep their hands from shaking or their heads from nodding off.The lawyers photographed every room. In shed 87, they found a boy still hunched over his desk, working through problems. His lips were cracked and bleeding, his finger joints were deformed, and the creases under his nails were packed with pencil dust.When they asked him his name, he lifted his he
Exam Bootcamp Turned Me Into a Machine Chapter 6
"Welcome home. Recommend initiating Secondary Training Target protocol immediately."Charlie Hartman's comprehensive evaluation score is a B+, indicating potential for admission to a top-tier university."Dad stopped in his tracks. He stared at Alpha's mechanical face, and something felt wrong. Danny was already ruined, and Alpha's first response wasn't concern. It was recommending the next target.Dad kept quiet about it. The next day, he brought in a systems security engineer from his company, and when that wasn't enough, he hired a hacker on top of it. The two of them spent three days cracking Alpha's back-end permissions.The log files totaled 4,700 entries. Printed out one by one, the stack was half a foot tall.The first critical entry was dated one year and two months earlier."Operator: Charlie Hartman. Command: Release high-frequency noise. Target: Danny Hartman."That was the day I'd pulled Alpha's charging cable. I thought the piercing sound that gave me headaches was
Exam Bootcamp Turned Me Into a Machine Chapter 5
When the cleaver came down, I heard the sound of bone cracking.Mom was the first one to reach the kitchen. The moment she saw the pool of blood on the floor, she dropped straight to the ground unconscious.Charlie's screaming carried all the way from the living room out into the hallway. Dad came running in and tripped, then crawled over to me on his hands and knees and cupped my right hand in both of his.It hadn't been severed all the way through.I stood where I was and looked down at my own right hand. "Command execution complete. Please verify results."By the time the ambulance arrived, Mom still hadn't come to. Dad had my right wrist wrapped tight in a towel, pressing down with everything he had. The first thing the paramedics said was "preserve the severed end," and the second was "notify the hand surgery unit."I was wheeled into the emergency room while Dad knelt in the corridor outside.The surgery took 12 hours. Four surgeons worked in shifts, reconnecting blood ves
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