Robbie slammed the book shut.

He couldn't think.
There were a few options that he had to pass his time but he couldn't get himself focused. He was thinking about his father (it felt good to call him that) his mother, the place called Milliways.

Standing, Robbie looked down the Hallway, knowing one person who could at least-well-
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"First Position."

Robbie moved his hands in tandium with the rest of his class.

"Second Position."

His hands move again.

"Third position."

Finally. Robbie's arms ached as the Docent began to speak. He was long since able to tune the man out. He sat Indian style on the floor with sixty other children, most of whom would be dead before the ( Read more... )

Robbie Preston set down his copy of the manifesto and shook his head. He couldn't look in on Lisa, she'd gotten...girly in the past few weeks ( Read more... )