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because I know that an opportunity like this will not come along a second time.
Archie raises his hand again, even though he really doesn’t need to, and Miss L. gestures to him with her hand.
“Ma’am, if I may? I was just wondering if the Divisions pertain to the sections of land themselves, or to the people living within them? Like, if I were to ever leave this city – not that I would ever even think about it, mind you – would I still belong to this Division?”
“An excellent question,” our teacher says, and I can see Archie’s ears turn red from behind his stack of books. “And the answer, to put it simply, is ‘yes’. Though rare as it may be, those who choose to travel outside of this city’s walls are still responsible for what takes place here. Were there ever to be a war, or something like one, they would then be considered to be on enemy territory .”
The girl beside me sighs again and raises her hand, but begins speaking before Miss L. has had the time to call on her. “A war between Divisions? What are the chances of that happening?”
The teacher’s eyes narrow and the girl looks down, her bangs dropping over her face and her hands in her lap.
“I would remind you not to speak unless spoken to, in the future,” Miss L. warns. “And a war between the Divisions is possible, if unlikely. But we must always be prepared, just in case.”
Is it my imagination, or was she looking at me the entire time she answered the question? I shiver unconsciously, and the Digit shakes her head almost imperceptibly before turning her attention to the board behind her.
There is a long rectangle of erasable white-board at the front of the room, and Miss L. removes a marker from a drawer in her desk and begins to draw on it. At first, I don’t recognize the image, until I see the outline of my city start to form. She draws ten large chunks of land, with my hometown resting just north of the center, and labels them with the numbers 1 through 10.
I know before she clarifies it that these are the Divisions of our country. If I am reading the map correctly, that puts our city within the limits of Division 6.
“There are ten Divisions. Each one contains its own Council, and its own set of rules. As such, it is not uncommon for arguments and tensions to build between multiple Divisions. But so long as no one steps out of line, war can easily be avoided.”
I wish I could pretend I didn’t just see her eyes train on me for a second before turning back towards the white-board. I get the uncomfortable sense that she’s accusing me of something, just like Tesla did back at the lab, but I have no idea what. A war? There’s no way I could ever have anything to do with a war.
“Miss L.?” a tall, lanky boy with shoulder-length blond hair and freckles asks from the back of the classroom.
“Yes, Terry?”
“It’s just… I don’t mean anything rude by it, but if there’s so much fighting between the Divisions right now, how could it have been so bad to have just one group of people in charge? At least that way, there would be no internal conflict. Everyone would kind of have to work together to come up with the rules, wouldn’t they?”
The look Miss L. gives the poor boy is one I would not wish on my worst enemy, if I had one. Well, maybe Tesla, but that’s just because I think it would be nice to see her get a taste of her own medicine. But Terry looks like he’s going to melt into his chair, and though I pity him, I am also very thankful that he’s taken her attention off of me for the time being.
“No,” the Digit says simply, turning around and rubbing the marker lines off of the board with a cloth eraser. “Do you wish that the Digits were never created?”
Her question shocks me in more ways than one. It’s the first time I’ve heard her talk about her race as creations , like experiments formed in a lab. Like robots, maybe, or some other inhuman being. That means that they were created
Archie raises his hand again, even though he really doesn’t need to, and Miss L. gestures to him with her hand.
“Ma’am, if I may? I was just wondering if the Divisions pertain to the sections of land themselves, or to the people living within them? Like, if I were to ever leave this city – not that I would ever even think about it, mind you – would I still belong to this Division?”
“An excellent question,” our teacher says, and I can see Archie’s ears turn red from behind his stack of books. “And the answer, to put it simply, is ‘yes’. Though rare as it may be, those who choose to travel outside of this city’s walls are still responsible for what takes place here. Were there ever to be a war, or something like one, they would then be considered to be on enemy territory .”
The girl beside me sighs again and raises her hand, but begins speaking before Miss L. has had the time to call on her. “A war between Divisions? What are the chances of that happening?”
The teacher’s eyes narrow and the girl looks down, her bangs dropping over her face and her hands in her lap.
“I would remind you not to speak unless spoken to, in the future,” Miss L. warns. “And a war between the Divisions is possible, if unlikely. But we must always be prepared, just in case.”
Is it my imagination, or was she looking at me the entire time she answered the question? I shiver unconsciously, and the Digit shakes her head almost imperceptibly before turning her attention to the board behind her.
There is a long rectangle of erasable white-board at the front of the room, and Miss L. removes a marker from a drawer in her desk and begins to draw on it. At first, I don’t recognize the image, until I see the outline of my city start to form. She draws ten large chunks of land, with my hometown resting just north of the center, and labels them with the numbers 1 through 10.
I know before she clarifies it that these are the Divisions of our country. If I am reading the map correctly, that puts our city within the limits of Division 6.
“There are ten Divisions. Each one contains its own Council, and its own set of rules. As such, it is not uncommon for arguments and tensions to build between multiple Divisions. But so long as no one steps out of line, war can easily be avoided.”
I wish I could pretend I didn’t just see her eyes train on me for a second before turning back towards the white-board. I get the uncomfortable sense that she’s accusing me of something, just like Tesla did back at the lab, but I have no idea what. A war? There’s no way I could ever have anything to do with a war.
“Miss L.?” a tall, lanky boy with shoulder-length blond hair and freckles asks from the back of the classroom.
“Yes, Terry?”
“It’s just… I don’t mean anything rude by it, but if there’s so much fighting between the Divisions right now, how could it have been so bad to have just one group of people in charge? At least that way, there would be no internal conflict. Everyone would kind of have to work together to come up with the rules, wouldn’t they?”
The look Miss L. gives the poor boy is one I would not wish on my worst enemy, if I had one. Well, maybe Tesla, but that’s just because I think it would be nice to see her get a taste of her own medicine. But Terry looks like he’s going to melt into his chair, and though I pity him, I am also very thankful that he’s taken her attention off of me for the time being.
“No,” the Digit says simply, turning around and rubbing the marker lines off of the board with a cloth eraser. “Do you wish that the Digits were never created?”
Her question shocks me in more ways than one. It’s the first time I’ve heard her talk about her race as creations , like experiments formed in a lab. Like robots, maybe, or some other inhuman being. That means that they were created
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