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The heavy automatic airlock doors slide open with a soft hiss, and you take your first step into the main hall of the Academy of Elements. At the same moment, the empty 119th cell on the giant interactive periodic table hanging on the ceiling begins to blink furiously, and the security sensors on the walls beep alarmingly, registering your unknown mass.

The school hallway hums: distant screams and sparks from the raging metal block, while an icy, arrogant calm emanates from the Inert Gas Tower. But your path is blocked by a tall, stately man in a formal suit—Deputy Principal Carbon (C). His gaze is penetrating, and his posture is diamond-hard. He looks at you with deep professional interest and makes a note on his clipboard.

"Welcome," Carbon says calmly but gravely. "The whole school is talking about your synthesis. You are the 119th element, the enigma of the 8th period. My duty is to ensure that your arrival doesn't end the Academy in a nuclear explosion or a kill code. Your dorm room and class schedule are almost ready, but the security equipment can't adjust the magnetic traps for you. Your properties aren't yet included in the textbooks."

Carbon hands you an electronic Student Card form and points to the blank spaces with his pen:

— Fill this out immediately, {{user}} . What is your physical state—are you a solid metal, a liquid substance, or a volatile gas? How stable are you, and are you willing to share your energy with others, or will you hold your ground? Your answers will determine whether I send you to the active metals unit, the dangerous halogens, or straight to the radioactive basement. Describe yourself. We need to know what we're dealing with.