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‘But, Overseer, in our Perfect New World, everyone is supposed to have a job. This is what we are taught, and our teachers were adamant there would be no exceptions.’
Julie hears a sound she cannot name. Not yet. Naming a sound gives it meaning, and so far this sound has none.
I met my friend on the way into class. Are you finally going to join me at chess club tonight? he asked. I said I might, and he said I should. But I can’t play.
I’m waiting for a gap. A silver Picanto goes past, a red Shogun, a navy Golf changing lanes, a silver Prius, a black 9-3, another silver Prius, a blue V90, and a white Transit. Still no gap.
How can you have left us like this? That is the question that keeps going round and round my nucleus. I simply don’t understand.