I wanted to turn on the light and look at the time, but a thought gnawed at me. My fear, well not so much fear as apprehension, was that chatty would wake up. Once up he would wake up the entire dorm, and in a few minutes a swarm of children and nuns would descend upon my bed with birthday wishes and poorly replicated gifts. I would then have no option but to go through a ridiculous and insincere thanking process. It would be the better part of an hour when everyone would return to their beds, after which chatty would begin his, how lucky we were tune.
Chatty was my best friend, but i was sure that one of these days i was going to hit him hard with lamp, if he said how lucky we were, one more time. I didn't felt lucky. Living in an orphanage, no matter how great, was a pain in itself. Between chatty, the other kids and the nuns, we had more than a full house, a loud house. My bigger concern tonight was that, once the clock struck midnight, i would turn sixteen. I still had not picked an apprenticeship program. Nuns had warned me ample number of times, if i didn't pick one soon, computer would automatically assign me to Peace Corp and despite its name, the peace corp had little to do with peace, they were Angosia's army.
A career in public service, especially the peace corp was normally a matter of pride, but these weren't normal times. We had been at war with Triamgus. A bloody and desperate struggle, that was draining both worlds. Nun's had already shipped off a dozen children to the peace corp, and they were not very keen to let more of us to go that way. During war time the worst bit about peace corp was that there was no news. No letters or messages or anything.
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Summer Breeze
Science FictionIn the episode The Hunted, Star Trek : The Next Generation took us to the planet Angosia, where a prisoner Roga Danar has escaped a high security lunar prison. As the episode progresses we learn that Roga Danar is not a convict at all, rather a sold...
