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progressed, and evolved to where we are today because of structure and knowing one’s place.”
He paused and took a sip of water, his habit to place emphasis on what was to come next. “To the Recipient Class, who are watching tonight, your work, labor, and dedication are the foundation of our society. For that, you are given everything one would need—food, shelter, work, and good health. Your labors do not go unrecognized. For those in the Elite Recipient Class, you are given special privilege to work directly with the Giving Class. Because you serve us directly, you are given access into our lives, but access does not mean you are one of us. It is only the Giving Class that has the power to give to everyone in the world. Without us, you could neither exist nor survive. Remember this, now and always.”
Finished, he walked away. The speech was received loud and clear by each and every person in the room as well as at home. It was clearly directed toward the stunt Cassandra Williams put Marco up to. When Marco and Thatcher started to dance, the world’s biometric suits registered intense discomfort. The Benefactor’s message had succeeded.
345 took off his biometric suit and climbed into bed. He thought about the Benefactor’s speech, replaying it over and over in his mind. He knew the Benefactor was right. He had nothing without the Giving Class. Where did he think the pursuit of 888 would end? Romance? Being together? The very daughter of the Director of the Ministry of Justice and Reeducation could not be with Marco if she wanted to. He knew he was crazy to keep showing up early at the tram station, but some feeling deep inside was driving this. He didn’t have any control over it. Was this what the Giving Class called love ? How did he possess such a feeling? He was a recipient.
Marco and Thatcher were among the multiple couples who took to the dance floor after the Benefactor’s speech. She held him closely and whispered into his ear, “Marco, I know you were put up to approaching me, and you know this has to end tonight. For what it’s worth, I’m having a really good time, though.”
“Thanks, I’m sure my camera days are over, and I just hope that’s the worst of it. Maybe you could put in a good word for me with your father,” he said nervously. They both started to laugh. Thatcher held him tighter, hoping he wouldn’t be detained at the end of the evening.
Thomas Quinn saw this scene unfold in front of him. Even though he was with the most sought-after woman at their Institute, he envied Marco. He wondered what they were carrying on about. He never had the courage to talk to Thatcher besides the occasional hello. He admired her and would have traded places with Marco in an instant. “A penny for your thoughts?” Catherine’s voice interrupted.
“Oh, I was wondering what that Marco character is like. Don’t you?”
“Not really,” sighed Catherine. “He’s below us. Why would anyone care?”
“Listen, I bet some of your friends who are not here tonight will ask you about him tomorrow. Let’s try something.”
Without the slightest hesitation, he directed Catherine toward Thatcher, and when they approached the couple, he offered to switch partners. Catherine was horrified and started to protest until she saw a camera upon her. Suddenly, she willingly took Marco into her arms and let go of Thomas.
Thomas took Thatcher and asked her if she knew how to tango. “Of course I do,” she replied.
“Great, because you’re about to dance the best tango of your life!” He looked at the director of the band, who was a close personal friend of his family, signaling him to play “Assassin’s Tango” by John Powell.
When the music changed, some of the older couples left the floor, and since Marco didn’t have any formal dance training, he left with Catherine, who was irate.
Within seconds, Thomas and Thatcher took the dance floor by storm. He was an expert, keeping the weight on the
He paused and took a sip of water, his habit to place emphasis on what was to come next. “To the Recipient Class, who are watching tonight, your work, labor, and dedication are the foundation of our society. For that, you are given everything one would need—food, shelter, work, and good health. Your labors do not go unrecognized. For those in the Elite Recipient Class, you are given special privilege to work directly with the Giving Class. Because you serve us directly, you are given access into our lives, but access does not mean you are one of us. It is only the Giving Class that has the power to give to everyone in the world. Without us, you could neither exist nor survive. Remember this, now and always.”
Finished, he walked away. The speech was received loud and clear by each and every person in the room as well as at home. It was clearly directed toward the stunt Cassandra Williams put Marco up to. When Marco and Thatcher started to dance, the world’s biometric suits registered intense discomfort. The Benefactor’s message had succeeded.
345 took off his biometric suit and climbed into bed. He thought about the Benefactor’s speech, replaying it over and over in his mind. He knew the Benefactor was right. He had nothing without the Giving Class. Where did he think the pursuit of 888 would end? Romance? Being together? The very daughter of the Director of the Ministry of Justice and Reeducation could not be with Marco if she wanted to. He knew he was crazy to keep showing up early at the tram station, but some feeling deep inside was driving this. He didn’t have any control over it. Was this what the Giving Class called love ? How did he possess such a feeling? He was a recipient.
Marco and Thatcher were among the multiple couples who took to the dance floor after the Benefactor’s speech. She held him closely and whispered into his ear, “Marco, I know you were put up to approaching me, and you know this has to end tonight. For what it’s worth, I’m having a really good time, though.”
“Thanks, I’m sure my camera days are over, and I just hope that’s the worst of it. Maybe you could put in a good word for me with your father,” he said nervously. They both started to laugh. Thatcher held him tighter, hoping he wouldn’t be detained at the end of the evening.
Thomas Quinn saw this scene unfold in front of him. Even though he was with the most sought-after woman at their Institute, he envied Marco. He wondered what they were carrying on about. He never had the courage to talk to Thatcher besides the occasional hello. He admired her and would have traded places with Marco in an instant. “A penny for your thoughts?” Catherine’s voice interrupted.
“Oh, I was wondering what that Marco character is like. Don’t you?”
“Not really,” sighed Catherine. “He’s below us. Why would anyone care?”
“Listen, I bet some of your friends who are not here tonight will ask you about him tomorrow. Let’s try something.”
Without the slightest hesitation, he directed Catherine toward Thatcher, and when they approached the couple, he offered to switch partners. Catherine was horrified and started to protest until she saw a camera upon her. Suddenly, she willingly took Marco into her arms and let go of Thomas.
Thomas took Thatcher and asked her if she knew how to tango. “Of course I do,” she replied.
“Great, because you’re about to dance the best tango of your life!” He looked at the director of the band, who was a close personal friend of his family, signaling him to play “Assassin’s Tango” by John Powell.
When the music changed, some of the older couples left the floor, and since Marco didn’t have any formal dance training, he left with Catherine, who was irate.
Within seconds, Thomas and Thatcher took the dance floor by storm. He was an expert, keeping the weight on the
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