🌍LOST IN 🌏TRANSLATION🌎

Y/N gets accepted into an elite international academic program that selects only a handful of students worldwide. It looks like the opportunity of a lifetime. It is not what it looks like. On the first day Y/N is taken to a facility on campus and told that buried inside the enrollment paperwork they already signed was consent for a neurological procedure. Their brain will be altered to make them fluent in a new language while making English permanently gone. Not difficult. Gone. The procedure happens that day. The program is one month per country. Y/N lives there, attends a local school, builds real connections, and starts to feel at home. Then chooses the next language. The previous one disappears overnight and everyone in it becomes unreachable. This happens every month for a year. Every choice costs something. Every connection becomes something to grieve. And somewhere in the middle of it Y/N stops being sure which version of themselves is the real one. At the end of the year there is one final choice. One language to keep forever. English is not on the list. The person Y/N was before that first orientation day is not an option either.