The Next Horizon: Sci-Fi Flash Fiction

The Next Horizon: Sci-Fi Flash Fiction

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Jul 30, 2024
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a sterile lobby adorned with holographic plants and moss-covered walls. The ceiling lights were bio-luminescent algae emanating a slightly eerie light on the polished floors., young woman standing here, drawing

Today was Margo’s first day at GenTech, the leading bio-innovation firm. She stepped through the sliding glass doors to a sterile lobby adorned with holographic plants and moss-covered walls. The ceiling lights were bio-luminescent algae emanating a slightly eerie light on the polished floors.

There was a crisp, automated voice echoing through the lobby. “Welcome to GenTech Margo Wallinsky. Please proceed to Human Resources on the third floor for your onboarding.”

Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she followed the AI’s directions. On the third floor, the corridors were lined with verdant vertical gardens, their leaves shimmering like dew-like droplets. The air hummed with the gentle whirring of air purifiers and the subtle scent of flowers.

Finally she reached the sleek, minimalist office at the end of the hall. “Human Resources,” was the inscription of the frosted glass door.

“This is it,” she whispered to herself with excitement. “Your life is finally about to begin.”

A middle-aged man sat behind a polished mahogany desk with a neatly trimmed beard and a stern expression.

“Good morning,” she said.

He returned her cheerfulness with a stoic nod.

“Miss Wallinsky, welcome to GenTech.”

“I’m excited to start contributing to your innovative work.”

His smile faded.

“However,” his voice became cold. “during our routine screening, we discovered an anomaly in your DNA profile.”

“Anomaly? What do you mean?” Margo took a seat.

“We found a mutation in your SHANK3 gene. I’m surprised it hasn’t been spotted before. It indicates a high probability of developing Delayed Onset Neural Degeneration.”

“DOND,” she whispered. The word tasted like ash. “But that wouldn’t manifest for decades, and I have no family history of it.”

“All the same, it presents a significant risk for GenTech. We expect the most of our employees, and we are not interested in the potential financial burden and loss of productivity associated with this condition.”

Margo swallowed. Her mouth was dry. “Are you saying…”

“We are withdrawing the offer.”

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