TODO

•	Make the code of the website actually readable

The next day, Jules was feeling a little better, but still not that great. She grabbed a nanobar from her fridge quickly swallowed it. As soon as it settled in her stomach, a flood of alarms went off in her head. The nacting grid wasn't kind when it came to improper nutrition. Her system flagged the nanobar as suboptimal, alerting her to a lack of certain micronutrients and a general imbalance. She groaned and pressed her fingers against her her temples as she tried to block out out the buzzing.

It calmed down after a bit and she heard a ding! as her textbit recieved an message.

There’s a place where the best become better,

Where those who seek greatness need not tether.

A school of high esteem and skill,

For those with the ambition and the will.

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Come prove your worth, and you will see,

What the future holds for you and me.

Step forward now, and make your claim,

At the school where the elite earn their name.

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Hurry, hurry! Don’t be shy,

The doors are open, so come on by!

Her eyes widened. Getting invited to a school these days was a blessing. Jules sat up straighter, pushing aside the dizzying waves of discomfort that still lingered from the nanobar. The nacting grid was still buzzing softly in her head, reminding her that her system wasn’t exactly thrilled with her choices. But she couldn’t focus on that now. This was more important. She quickly relayed a message back: Where?

Sector 22, Dock 15,

Bring your things, keep it lean.

Only what matters, no time to waste,

Hurry now, make your haste.

She stood still for a few seconds, then shook her head and grabbed a backpack from the corner of her room. She tossed in her phenomenoscope, a plasma gun, and a set of emergency meds. Everything else could be left behind. She needed to move quickly, before someone else stole her spot. The journey wasn’t long, but every second felt like a lifetime. The journey felt like an eternity, though it was over in a heartbeat. Towering skyscrapers loomed above her, their surfaces displaying flashy mediatrons. Nite swarms darted around, scanning the crowds for any hint of trouble. By the time Jules arrived at Dock 15, it was well past midnight and she was exhausted.

She flicked on her infrared but saw abolutely nothing. After about a hour of seraching, she finally gave up and looked for somewhere to set up camp. She was just settling down when she heard a rustling behind her. Jules whirled around to see a man standing behind her, smiling. "You here for the school? Come right this way." A staircase in the ground materialized and she followed him down.

The room was nothing short of opulent-oil paintings (and not ones made from a Matter Assembler either, these were real, authentic ones), polished mahogany floors, and diamond encrusted walls.