<blockquote><div><cite>Malicar wrote:</cite>The room was basically silent save for the quick chatter of keys clicking way at a terminal. Most of the students either stared off into space or rested their head against their consoles sleeping while they waited for class to begin. A few chatted quietly in the corner about some exploit or another they had done the other night or perhaps plans for this weekend.  Sammy did not pay them enough attention to know one way or another; she just kept clicking away at the keys trying to make some headway on some research of hers. Most of it would have to wait till she got the results of the scan probe, but she could at least make the basic template for it now.  <br/><br/>The crappy school console bothered her, but thatâ€™s what she had to work with right now.  It was so primitive to actually have to hit keys to type words, she would have much rather have been using her thought writer, but unfortunately it was not compatible. While she liked the institute for the most part, she found that some of its ways were antiquated. Most notably one of her English teachers suggested she might was to start of writing with pen and paper, like they did why back when they started to first learn how.<br/> <br/>Sammy saved her report template and shut down her console as the teacher came in and shut the door. Homeroom was such a waste of time, but Sammy was not going to do something silly like skip. There was not much to talk about in her class, the same old, same old.  The teacher mentioned something about an upcoming dance and some fundraiser for it but Sammy did not pay anymore than cursory attention to it. She was busy worrying about what the probes results would turn up if anything. Hopefully there would be something this time.</div></blockquote>