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Fear of Dying part 1 (fictional story)

Fear of Dying

“What is it¬†Juliette?” the instructor asked the young one.

“Why do the Dumb Ones outside the walls look so different from us?”

“Interesting question Juliette. However, are you simply trying to distract me from grading your quiz?”

“Of course I am,” the child answered truthfully.

The instructor waved long-fingered hands in front of the holoscreen to dismiss it. A small opening appeared below the instructor’s work space. The carbon-plasteel desk automatically folded in on itself. As the various struts and supports folded and tucked against each other, the entire desk slowly sank into the opening until it disappeared. A small pop and the opening closed seamlessly in the floor as if it had never appeared.

The instructor now stood alone before the entire class. Scanning the eager faces of the classroom the instructor smiled with contentment. The overwhelming desire for knowledge has already replaced the base primal emotions of youth. The id repression has begun. At such a young age the dorsal ridge along the frontal cortex cranium is under developed. They are after all only four years old.   Continue reading

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