<h4>Chapter 611: Optimism</h4>
Nnenna hummed. "Figures."
"In the meantime," the System continued, "you’ll need to acquire the good points we talked about. Remember, there are still trainings you can do before walking again. But here’s the problem, the longer you leave using your legs, the harder it’ll be to return to your former state. Start gathering those points as soon as possible."
"I understand," Nnenna nodded. Then she nced around her room with a wry smile. "But seriously... couldn’t they have prepared a wheelchair? They were more or less sure I would be paralyzed. Am I supposed to just lie here and stare at the ceiling?"
"They probably assumed you wouldn’t need it immediately," the System answered dryly. "They expected you to spend days, weeks, or months, lying down, mourning your fate before even thinking about moving."
Nnenna rolled her eyes. "Well, they miscalcted."
The System’s mocking tone faded into something lighter. Beneath its words, there was a quiet satisfaction, proof that the six months of training it had put her through in its world were paying off. Even faced with something that would have broken the old Nnenna, she was stronger now. Optimistic.
Before Nnenna couldin further, the door opened and someone rolled in a sleek, futuristic looking wheelchair.
"I figured you might need this," Carl said carefully, watching her expression like he was handling ss. He didn’t want to risk cracking her calm fa?ade. "You did say you wanted to stretch your legs."
Finally. Nnenna’s face brightened. "I was beginning to wonder why no one brought me one. Help me up." She lifted her hands toward him without hesitation.
Carl hesitated for half a second, then moved forward. He slid one arm gently under her back and the other beneath her knees.
"Easy... careful now," he muttered more to himself than her. For someone who looked so fragile, she still had that unshakable aura of confidence. With practiced precision, he shifted her weight and lowered her into the seat.
The moment her body settled, Nnenna blinked. "Wait a second... this is no ordinary wheelchair."
And she wasn’t wrong.
Instead of cold steel and stiff leather, the chair cradled her like it had been custom molded for her frame. The cushions adjusted automatically, supporting her spine and thighs with a faint hum. Subtle sensors lit up along the armrests, and a transparent holo panel flickered alive in front of her.
"Try moving your fingers across the armrest," Carl instructed.
She did, and the chair responded instantly, gliding forward with a near silent hum.
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Nnenna’s eyes widened. "It... moves by itself?!"
Carl nodded, hiding a grin at her childlike excitement. "You can control it three ways: touch sensors here" He tapped the panel
"voicemands, or auto navigation. If you say, for example, ’bed,’ it’ll calcte the fastest path and take you back there. You can even adjust the height of the seat or recline it if you want to lie back without transferring."
The chair shifted slightly, lowering its height as if demonstrating on cue.
Nnenna’s jaw dropped. "Carl... this isn’t a wheelchair. This is a mini spaceship."
Carl chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Well... we might have gone a little overboard."
"A little?" She poked one of the glowing buttons with glee, making the chair spin in a slow circle. "This thing is practically smarter than half the people I know."
He sighed, finally confessing, "Alright, fine. It was specially built for you. Once the first scans showed the damage, we called in one of the best bioengineers in our circle. The idea was... if you ended up needing it, it should never feel like a limitation. More like an upgrade."
For a moment, Nnenna just stared at him, stunned. Then a grin spread across her face. "You serious? You guys actually did this just for me?!"
Carl blinked, taken aback by how excited she sounded. He expected tears, frustration, maybe even anger, but she was practically bouncing in her seat.
"Yes, really," he said slowly, still a little dazed.
Nnenna leaned back with augh. "Well then, thank you, Carl. This is honestly the coolest gift I’ve ever received."
Herughter rang through the room, warm and genuine, leaving Carl more confused than ever. She wasn’t supposed to be this... happy. But here she was, spinning around in a high tech wheelchair like a kid who had just unwrapped her favorite toy.
"Off I go," Nnenna announced cheerfully, leaving only a few words behind. "You should get back to whatever you were doing. I would like to explore for a while."
Her voice faded as she wheeled down the hall toward the elevator, humming under her breath like this was just another casual stroll.
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24 hourster.
7 a.m. sharp.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Nnenna rolled out smoothly, her chair humming as she made her way toward the dining hall.
"You know," she called out as if announcing her arrival, "I’m really d this ce has elevators. Going down the stairs with this thing would’ve been... quite the workout. Although, knowing me, I would have figured something out."
She grinned, but the smile faltered when she noticed the sudden silence.
The housekeeper and nanny were frozen at the entrance, their eyes wide as if she had just walked in on a secret.
"...Why are you all looking at me like that?" Nnenna asked, narrowing her eyes.
They fumbled for words, clearly not wanting her inside yet. But hesitation was never going to stop her.
Her curiosity sparked, and with one smooth push of the wheel controls, she slipped past them before they could block her way.
The dining hall stretched open before her. It only took a nce to recognize the first two figures seated inside.
Arthur.
Carl.
And both of them looked like they were in the middle of something she wasn’t supposed to see.
But the other young man sitting across from Arthur was someone Nnenna had never seen before.