<div align="center">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081106013008/fallout/images/thumb/3/3b/GOAT.PNG/830px-GOAT.PNG)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Allita knew the security chief didn't like her, nor did very many of the residents of Vault 110, and she honestly didn't give a damn.  She was one of the most powerful people, and she took it as her responsibility to ensure that people were kept in their proper place.  She knew where the students excelled, where they failed, and she sometimes let her power over the <acronym title="General Occupation Aptitude Test">G.O.A.T.</acronym> guide them into the position they were best suited for.  Sometimes, random chance would let someone into a position they just weren't suited for, and she made sure they never slipped through the cracks.<br/><br/>She didn't necessarily keep the denizens down, atleast not without a real reason that was tangible.  Those with a decent brain and good attitudes, the ones that would make excellent citizens, she made sure to guide into positions where they would not go to waste.  But usually, and this was much more common, she'd make sure a denizen stayed where they were, or even bump a citizen down to denizen.  That kind of power meant that occasionally, she would get certain <em>gifts</em> from concerned parents just prior to the G.O.A.T. to ensure their students were kept in their current status position and given a decent profession.<br/><br/>She had never once been accused of bribary, and she never would be.  Any hints that it might come back and bite her in the ass, she made sure the gift was refused, and might even accuse someone of trying to bribe her.  It was a game she'd played for quite some time, and she enjoyed it immensely.  As an adviser, anything short of rock-solid evidence would just bounce right off, and so she imagined the security chief would love to have her in chains.  No such luck.<br/><br/>She was about to comment further when another security officer came up.  She bowed out, letting the two speak together.  She had a class to teach anyway, and so she simply said, "Keep up the fine work, officers."  She headed for the classroom, located on the deck below, and slipped inside.  There, she had students separated according to status, and she was glad she'd switched to this system.  Keeping the students separated kept them in their proper place, with the citizens up front and bound to pay more attention, while the denizen students in back would be more likely to slack off and thus miss the lessons more often.  This subtle manipulation kept them at an educational disadvantage.<br/><br/>Walking to the front of the classroom, she let the class quiet down a bit and said, "Alright class, today's lesson is on human anatomy.  Your parents have all signed the appropriate forms, so let me warn you that today, there will be depictions of nude bodies.  I expect all of you to be civil and to pay attention, as this is one of three lessons we will be doing regarding the anatomy of humans in general, then a lesson on male and then female anatomy.  I might even call on volunteers, but you are NOT required to participate in any demonstrations for credit.  After we finish, we'll be having a discussion on pre-war American history, and then a review of the G.O.A.T."<br/><br/>Turning on the projector, an image of two nude humans, one male and one female, came up, with a few snickers.  "Alright enough.  Now, the human body is one of the most complicated machines on this planet, and yet at the same time, one of the simplest.  It's so simple that we can replace components, but so complex we can't completely fix it if it's broken beyond a certain point.  This conundrum means..."</span>