You're acting weird

Niard felt a sharp pain in his head, struggling to open his eyes, he felt as if his body had been shattered into pieces, with feeble glances scanning the room he was in. He noticed another bed on the other side, along with a strange desk floating in the air, adorned with some peculiar devices.

"These fools, how dare they treat me like a prisoner? I'm the son of the most renowned physicist on Earth," Niard exclaimed loudly, hitting the bed with much force, cursing his luck. 

He was always proud of being his father's son, he had wanted just to explore the time capsule and how it worked, not accounting for the glitch inside it. Throughout his life, he had wanted to become like his father. 

"Firstly, you're no longer on Earth, and this place is a settlement for rehabilitating humans like us who are deemed incompetent. It doesn't matter who your father is; you have to prove to them who you are, boy," a voice emanated from a gate made of undulating rays of multiple colors, wiping his head with a long white towel, his green hair and harsh features making him look as though he wanted to strike Niard at any moment.

Naird had a history of bullying, he had been involved in numerous fights that left him hospitalized, and the scar in the middle of his back always reminded him of how weak he was.

"My Apologies, but who are you?" Niard feigned bravery, though confusion was evident on his face. The boy smiled and said, "I'm Jerry, a subpar specimen just entered the Rehabilitation Academy the day before yesterday, "

"What year is it, Jerry?" Niard requested,he did not expecting himself to connect with anyone from the future so quickly. He was tired of hearing terms like 'subpar' something as 'less than ideal' and 'imperfect'; it made him feel resentful. 

"It's the year 4040. I've heard about you coming from 2105. Everyone talks about you and how you disappointed the Emperor's Council's expectations, unlike Tala, despite coming from the past, she's a unique marvel," Jerry said, donning his suit effortlessly, inserting a small disk into his chest to form a black suit with a light blue fabric in the center, his well-built body was suitable for athleticism.

"Alright, I understand," mumbled Niard, not wanting to inquire about who Tala was, her condition resembling his, accept he was the failure and she was not. He detested the superiority in the gazes of those he met.

"Put on your suit; the lesson will begin shortly," Jerry said, tossing a disk like his towards Niard, who struggled to catch it. He pressed the red button in the middle, forming the suit on his body. 

"It's comfortable and fits me perfectly. What material is this made of?" Naird asked in amazement, marveling at the fabric's smoothness and elasticity. 

"You wouldn't want to know," Jerry replied with a wicked smile, then stared at a black spot on the wall, with Niard hesitating before following Jerry's footsteps.

Niard felt as if strong magnetic forces were pulling him downwards, feeling slightly dizzy. When he blinked again, he found himself in the middle of a hall with over a thousand people, all whispering at the same time.

Some eyes glared at them with disdain and hatred. "Welcome to class D, the lowest-ranked in the Rehabilitation Academy," Jerry said calmly, his eyes monitoring the flying robots, humanoid in there shape, they were taking pictures and analyzing the health status of those in the hall.

"How did we get here?" Niard asked, astonished by the immense height of the hall, it was resembling two floors of a giant skyscraper. He noticed how every three formed a team, with a uniform number on their suits. He found no number on his suit or on Jerry's, confirming they were newcomers to the academy.

"That black point on the wall is a temporary transition point directly to this hall. I won't bother explaining how it works as it's not my expertise," Jerry replied, making his way through the students who paid no attention to them and continued their discussions.

"Are there written exams? What are the subjects taught here? How can I leave this place?" Niard questions flowed with interest, he had spent the last few seconds trying to accept the reality of being in the future and the absence of his father, which saddened him. 

"If there was a way to go back in time and find out what happened to my father, he was the only one left for me," Niard thought, looking at Jerry awaiting his response, only to be surprised by his loud laughter as if he had told a good joke.

"Boy, the system here is different. Firstly, you can't leave this academy unless you graduate or get expelled, and the second option is quite possible," Jerry sighed, stopping near a table that appeared in front of them, placing his hand on it, causing a screen to appear in the middle.

"What do you mean, Jerry?" Niard mouthed, observing the images displayed on the screen, rapid details presented in an incomprehensible language. He watched as Jerry's eye kept pace with the speed of data presentation as if he was reading it. 

"We are born with exceptionally high intelligence. Our genes have been enhanced and developed over the centuries to reach perfection. Do you know I can read a four-hundred-page book in three seconds and two-thirds of a second?" Jerry replied, the screen disappearing in front of him.

"Impossible," exclaimed Niard loudly, only to find himself drawing the attention of the other members. "Why do you consider yourself inadequate?" He quickly asked, grabbing Jerry's arm in a desperate desire to know more, as it seemed impossible to him that someone with such intelligence would be classified as inadequate specimen. 

"Stop it, you're acting weird ," whispered Jerry in an exaggerated tone, Niard who had caught every detail of his previous speech in a serior matter.