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simply
jerks his head, reiterating for me to do as he’s asked.
    Reluctantly, I begin to
scroll through the documents. They appear to be identification records, but
they’re all for people I’ve never met or even heard of. I have no idea what I’m
supposed to be looking for. The only similarity I can find between them is that
they all suffered from one form or other of mental deterioration.
    Or, in other words,
insanity.
    “I’m sorry. I don’t
recognize any of them,” I whisper.
    “Don’t focus on the people,
focus on their traits.” He urges with a wave of his hand for me to have another
look.
    I scroll through the
documents again. However, just like before, I’m at a loss for what it is that
he wants me to see. When a few minutes go by without either of us speaking, I
vaguely notice him place an object on the table in front of me. Glancing up, my
eyes land on a small mirror.
    “Look into it,” he prompts.
    I raise an eyebrow at him,
but he doesn’t offer any explanation. All too aware that I have no other
choice, I gaze down into the mirror to see my eyes staring back at me.
    One green. One blue. The
same as they’ve always been since the day I was born.
    “Have you ever heard of a
condition called Ultraxenopia?” he suddenly asks.
    I peek up from the mirror
and slowly begin to shake my head. Without saying anything more, he reaches
across the table and retrieves both the tablet and the mirror.
    “Like the people in these
documents, you have a rare genetic defect known as Heterochromia,” he explains.
“To put it in more simple terms, your eyes are two different colors. Although
the disorder itself is completely harmless, we are beginning to link it to a
far more serious condition. A phrenoextratic disease called Ultraxenopia.”
    He pauses, allowing a brief
moment for this information to sink in. The trouble is that I have no idea what
any of it means. Just as I have no idea what he expects me to say. I stare at
him, feeling even more confused than I already was, and even more concerned
about my current situation.
    A serious condition,he
had said. A disease.
    But how serious?
    Dr. Richter clears his
throat and folds his hands across the table. His expression is intense.
Frightening, even. Another shudder runs up my spine.
    “I believe that the
hallucination you experienced during your exam—” He breaks off, but his eyes
linger on mine, almost seeming to stare right through me. “I believe it was
actually a vision. A glimpse into the future.”
    I gape at him, wondering if
this is all actually nothing more than some sick, twisted joke. But as the
thought runs through my head, I can’t help but doubt it.
    If what I saw wasn’t a
vision, then what was it?
    “That’s impossible,” I
gasp.
    Dr. Richter doesn’t seem at
all surprised by my skepticism and responds by pulling out a device, which he
sets on the table between us. He pushes a button on the side with a single
swipe of his long finger.
    I watch as a hologram
lights up above it, revealing what appears to be surveillance footage. I
instantly recognize W. P. Headquarters. The automated female voice drones in
the background, and I can see myself taking the exam as if I'm back in that
room. My entire body tenses up as I anticipate witnessing my so-called vision.
    I notice it happening
almost at once. I practically relive the pain, remembering the agonizing stabs
that shot through both of my temples. The seconds tick by, and my eyes follow
my movements as I double over in my seat. When I eventually stand up, I can
clearly see the sweat dripping off me, despite the camera being positioned in
the far corner of the room.
    Without warning, my body
begins to spasm as if I’m having a fit. This goes on for many minutes, until
all of a sudden, I stop moving completely. I stand immobile as my eyes wander
around the room. A peculiar, almost lifeless expression covers my face.
    At first, I don’t realize
that my lips are moving. I peer over at Dr.