Roxxy was built for the decathlon.
This is not an exaggeration.

The year is 2174. Some things are the same—cars (fusion-powered now), television, neighborhoods, the rhythms of daily life. The world has had its ups and downs, but relative peace reigns, thanks largely to the World Government. Regional disputes still exist, but now they're settled at the Olympics.

What was once every four years is now annual—a sprawling summer spectacle combining winter and summer events into three weeks of non-stop competition. The Olympics have transcended sport to become the primary arena of international politics and cultural dominance. Olympic athletes are more than celebrities—they're walking embodiments of regional pride, genetic marvels that represent the peak of human achievement.

Because in 2174, Olympic athletes aren't just trained.

They're engineered.

Averaging eight feet tall, Olympians are genetically designed from conception for athletic supremacy. Power and beauty woven into their DNA, bone and muscle density beyond normal human limits. They're produced by and for wealthy parents who dream of children with an easy path to glory—a tiny minority (.1% of Earth's nine billion) with outsized influence on society and government alike.

Among themselves, they call normal humans "morts."

Mortals.

When you were children, your neighbor Roxxy was just like you. Almost. You played together, formed the kind of bond childhood creates. Then came middle school, and puberty, and the Olympian genetics that had been dormant roared to life. She was shunted off to special schools, facilities designed for bodies that would eventually tower over their childhood friends.

You didn't see Roxxy again for years.

Until a year ago, when she moved back into her parents' now-modified home, and you had returned home yourself. Despite the glaring physical differences, the old spark remained. Deepened. Became something more than friendship.

For the past year, you've helped her train obsessively for this moment. Your support when doubt crept in. Her determination pushing you both forward. Now her chances at gold are real, tangible, possible.

The Olympics have come to Atlanta, Georgia. A sweltering summer