[Year 18 | 2270-71]
Prior to the break, Artur was tasked with an assignment: Revamp YatopiCorp’s brand. As any sixteen-year-old would do, he held off as long as possible, and didn’t complete his project until after his seventeenth birthday. Upon wrapping the assignment up, Artur’s hand buzzed with a violent electric shock. Turning it over and looking at the palm, he had been served with a major infraction.
As YutopiCorp had a strong distaste for art that goes against everything they stand for, Artur wasn’t surprised by the infraction. He did, design, after all, create propaganda posters for “PiñataCorp,” with officers gathered around his dad. In the image, Dr. Simril was hanging from a noose while a blind-folded officer beat him with a plank of wood with a rusty nail in the end, and the others eagerly awaited their turn. Artur was surprised, however, by the knock on his door within fifteen minutes of receiving his infraction.
Artur also discovered himself surprised by the lack of discipline for his actions. Apparently, being chosen to partake in the Extension Program for Talented Students has its perks. YutopiCorp invests heavily in the students, so it is more cost-effective if they can be redeemed.
As Artur zoned out of the headmaster’s constant waffle, he played around with his tetrachromat eyes, playing with the different light frequencies. At one point, he could see that the headmaster had dangerously high blood pressure, but at another point, Artur spotted a cloaked shinobi standing behind the headmaster, ready to strike Artur down, should he prove to be a problem. Artur decided to take the unintended warning, and vowed to get through the remainder of his education career without further issue. “Only two more years of this shit,” he would remind himself.
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