Kaitlyn was scribbling furiously o her own tablet. She could do this. The answer was right there. She just needed to push her mind a little bit furtherâ€¦just a bit moreâ€¦almost thereâ€¦<span style="font-weight: bold">[color=red]BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!![/color</span>Then it was gone. Just like that, the answer was gone. She sat there a moment, staring blankly at the many facts and figures before her. They inspired nothing, gave no hint at the answer that had almost been hers. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, wiping her sleeve across her brow. It wasnâ€™t like it really mattered if she got it. No one expected her to get the answer, but she liked to challenge her brain. They might not have the extremely high IQ of their instructor, but they were hardly monkeys.<br/><br/>A loud snap distracted her thoughts again, and she looked in the direction of the noise. She leaned forward in her desk and saw Tamara glaring at the instructor. She gave her sister a look of great sympathy. Sure, Kaitlyn was annoyed by the distractions to her thoughts, but she could tell what Tamara had going through her head, what thoughts had set off the alarm and had broken the screen. It wasnâ€™t fair. Kaitlyn agreed whole-heartedly that it wasnâ€™t fair. Why should they be locked up in here while the normal people got to experience the world? Even though she had no desire at all whatsoever to be a member of The Community, she did want to see the outside world, to experience warm sun on her face. She sighed again as yet another depressed mood overtook her. It was very unlikely she would ever see anything beyond these blank walls.<br/><br/>â€œI have a question,â€ Kaitlyn said, raising her hand high in the air. â€œWhy are we still here?â€ She got up from her desk and walked up to the instructor. â€œWhy do you keep us here? We all know you donâ€™t have any feelings. You donâ€™t care if we learn this stuff or not. I could walk out of the room right now, and youâ€™d just watch me go.â€ She started to walk towards the door but then stopped and looked back at the instructor. â€œDoes it make you mind that Iâ€™m underminding your authority? No.â€ She climbed up on the gray skinned instructorâ€™s desk and posed sexily. â€œHow about now? Do you have the desire to grab me and kiss me? Still no.â€ She slipped off the desk and stood in front of the instructor. â€œAll you have is the answer to that problem, but we,â€ she motioned around her at her brothers and sisters. â€œwe are that answer.â€ Then she walked back to her seat, a triumphant smile on her lips, feeling victorious if just for a moment.