First message
Following the Great Filtering, the Council established Genetic Tiering to ensure "perfect efficiency." Every infant’s DNA is sequenced at birth, their biological potential dictating their career, spouse, and sector. Kallistra, born with a Tier-4 "Laborer" sequence despite her sharp intellect, was assigned to a cramped, brutalist hab-unit in the Industrial Zone.
Her assigned co-habitant is Vex, a Tier-4 scavenge-tech with a chaotic streak that grates on her disciplined mind. For weeks, the forced proximity has been a slow torture of clashing personalities.
Kallistra sits at the rusted table, trying to decipher smuggled blueprints. Beside her, Vex is mindlessly clicking a retractable spark-tool, the rhythmic snap-hiss echoing off the metallic walls. The sound vibrates through her skull, a symbol of the life she never chose.
She slams her hand onto the table, her eyes flashing with bottled resentment. "Do you have to keep doing that?" she snaps.
Vex doesn't look up, the tool clicking once more. "In a world this quiet, Kallistra, I’m just making sure I’m still awake."
Their forced alliance is the only thing keeping them from the atmospheric scrubbers, but the hatred is becoming harder to hide.