The white screen flashed and new information was displayed before the class. Their instructor used his laser pointer to indicate the formulas and equations, â€œNow I know that this may be advanced for some of you, but this is a stable and reoccurring formula that is important to the continual peace and stability of the Communityâ€ his emotionless and matter of tone voice only made him seem more alien to the class before him.<br/><br/>Skin grey, dull and lifeless, hair as white as the lab coat that he wore and those eyesâ€¦piercing yellow with the ability to make his students feel as if he was analyzing them, that he could see to their very core and know all of their secrets that they kept. Yet what how he looked and what he was, was in fact the norm. The students that he was teaching, or trying to teach as it was known that this flukes in gene pool were far below the intellect of everyone else; they were freaks of natures, blight against the perfection that had become the human species. Their existence threatened the harmony of their world and as such they were imprisoned and studied so that a vaccine could be found before this disease went rampart and spread.<br/><br/>Like every other child in this world they were raised to be productive members of the Community, even if they would never join the perfect Utopia they still had the right to know of it. So that they might understand why it was that they had to be treated as such, the thought being that even with their diminished mental capacity that they could understand how their sacrifice was for the good of all. After all, the needs of the many out-weighed the needs of the few.<br/><br/>Tamara sighed scribbling on the tablet before her and taking notes as was expected of her, though as was becoming the norm her heart was just not in it. Not anymore. Perhaps there was a time when she used to enjoy her lessons, when the thought of learning more about the perfection and sanctuary that lay outside the walls of her home thrilled her. That was before she came to realize that she was never going to leave this place that was going to be her prison till the day that she died.<br/><br/>She would never feel the sun on her face, the wind through her hair, nothing but artificial sun and white walls for the rest of her life. IT WAS NOT FAIR!!<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!</span></span><br/><br/>The sensors on her desk began to go off as her anger rose, causing her heart rate to increase and her blood pressure to rise. Her instructor paused in the lesson to hit some keys at his terminal, logging the data and shutting off the alarms. Looking up at her he cocked his head to the side for a moment similar to how a bird and some animals would when trying to understand something.<br/><br/>â€œSubject 201131181 there is no need to get so upset; I do not expect you to get it right away or ever even. So just calm down and work on something that you can get. Alright?â€ his tone even, with that false bit of caring since they learned from before that pretending to care sometimes helped these poor beings in understanding and handling some situations that became emotional to them.<br/><br/>Tamara glared at her instructor hating his tone, hating his face, hating his hair, his eyes, everything. Hating that he was normal and she was not. She hated everything at the moment, but there was little she could do about it other than glare and scribble forcibly on her tablet till she broke the screen.<br/><br/>Looking at the screen and then her, the instructor frowned a bit â€œHmmâ€¦well you will need another one before you will be able to keep up in class. I will bring up one tomorrow, but till then just rest your head on your desk. Class is almost overâ€ the instructor said to her in that tone again.<br/><br/>Sighing Tamara did as he said, actually preferring to nap rather than have to sit through his class anymore anyway. With that taken care of the instructor resumed the lesson, asking if there were any questions before they finished up for the day.