The instructor watched one of the subjects walked about the classroom, the one whom had called herself Kaitlyn. Her actions had no affect on him, not even in the slightest. Though her remark about him not doing anything to stop her leaving was different. It was almost as if she forgot about the security units that were there to ensure the students did what they were told. Maybe her brain is fatigued from today's lesson? That would make sense as it was rather difficult, statistics were not for everyone and given her recent scores on tests he was certain she was struggling more then the others.<br/><br/>Then another thought to make an out burst, this one whose name Sirra remarking of causing him physical violence; such a thought or concept had died generations ago.  Shaking his head he looked down at his tablet, his fingers glide across the surface pushing in a series of commands. His head cocked to the side as he looked at the images and words that were being drawn on each of their tablets. It was the one whom called herself Angeline, they were still not sure why they felt the need to name themselves, shouting that made him look back up.<br/><br/>Moving from behind his desk he stood before it as he addressed the class, â€œYou are all very much mistaken. Please understand that we as a society have you here so that we can understand. The goal of any society is complete unity. To become better and strive for an existence where everyone can live together in perfect harmony. You are a part of that society, in a sense anyway. However, to be a part of it you must know how it works. This will make your transition from here to out there far smoother than if we were to just allow you to go out there unprepared...â€<br/><br/>â€œWhat about the others?â€ Tamara asked from where she rested her head.<br/><br/>The instructor looked to her, â€œOthers?â€<br/><br/>â€œYou know the ones who were before us, like our older brother Domanic. Is he happily living in the society, waiting for us to join him?â€ Tamara asked as she raised her head to look at him.<br/><br/>That fake smile came so easily to his pale lips, â€œOf course. Both he and the others are now happy and productive members of the society. You all can join them as well, you just need to complete your schoolingâ€<br/><br/>â€œRight. Our schooling. Funny how the schooling needs to be completed before anyone turns twentyâ€ Tamara says with a smirk.<br/><br/>â€œThat is the predetermined age where optimal learning for you and your<span style="font-style: italic">siblings</span>can take place. After that point, learning would be pointless and would only cause you all frustration that is not need nor is it beneficial to what we are trying to accomplish hereâ€<br/><br/>Tamara nodded and smiled, though it was far from being sincere â€œWell then I guess we need to be good little boys and girls huh?â€ she scoffed at her own remark.<br/><br/>Before the instructor could respond there came the chime that the class was over for today. Returning back to the behind his desk, â€œAlright. Class is dismissed for today. As usual you have the rest of the day to yourselves with an afternoon meal to be provided in three hoursâ€ he said giving them his back as he faced the board, seemingly deep in thought.<br/><br/>Tamara sighed as she stood, taking her broken tablet with her as she exited the class. She made her way over down to the common room which was where they usually spent their time in between things. Reading the outdated material provided for them to learn from and pass the time. Talking is usually what they did most though, usually sharing dreams and plans for when they left this place and went outside. Outside to breath the fresh none scrubbed air and honestly she did not care what color the world outside was as long as it was not White! She could die a happy girl if she never saw the color white again for the rest of her life. With another sigh and entered the room, navigating about the couches, tables and whatever else happened to have not been put away like it was supposed to be the previous day.<br/>It seemed that as the days went on she cared less about such things as order and being good, being neat.<br/>Perhaps it had to do with the fact that her time was running up? That soon she would be taken away from her brothers and sisters, to supposedly join the others. More then anything she hoped that was the truth, that she would be taken to be with the others who had come before her. Yet, there was a piece of her that somehow doubted that was true. That she would just meet an end with a needle in her arm and those emotionless faces looking down at her. It was a depressing thought that sometimes woke her up at night. Leaving her feeling cold and alone, even more so than usual. With a final sigh she shakes her head to push those thoughts from her mind as she plops down on a chair.<br/><br/>As the others come into the room she smiles, â€œSo Kate,â€ she began when she saw her enter, â€œYou been reading those<span style="font-style: italic">Romance</span>books again?â€ she asked with a smirk as she waved Angeline over. Figuring the girl may need a bit of comfort after her little out burst in the classroom. They all seemed to be more high strung lately.