دانلود رمان انگلیسی “کلاس درس نخبگان سال 2” – جلد 4

Have you ever heard that term before? Well, I guess people don’t really call them that anymore. They say “child of in vitro fertilization” or something. Anyway, I’m someone born from in vitro fertilization. But aside from that, I really don’t know anything else about myself. I’ve never even seen my parents’ faces. Not even once.
Where are they now? What are they doing? Why did they put me in the White Room? I don’t know the answers to any of those questions, and, well, to be blunt, I’m not interested. There was one thing I was told, though, when I was old enough to understand it: I was told that my parents were extremely brilliant people. That meant I was an extremely blessed child, born with the genetic means to become a genius.
But my existence conflicts with the philosophy of the White Room. The ultimate goal of the facility is to nurture all people equally, raising them to identical excellence. Their aim is to prove that human limits aren’t determined by genetics, but, rather, that they are determined by environment. They didn’t want someone like me, a child with superior genes, to be the only one with outstanding talents. I’m sure that my existence was probably just one of many “experiments” they were doing in the White Room.
I’m not rejecting the idea behind those experiments or whatever, but did they seriously think it could be done? Personally, I concluded that it was impossible to make everyone identical in all things like intelligence, personality, and mentality. I mean, the fact that I exist right now, as myself, is the best proof of that, right?
Ever since I was really little, I prided myself on the fact that, deep down, I was so completely different from everyone around me.