I always wondered why I was one of the people that had to do this. I stare at the unconcious child through the glass. She had tubes running through her nose.
"She looks so gentle," I said to myself. "Like a flower."
But I knew she was far from it. I went inside the glass room to check her vital signs.
"This might actually work.." I murmured.
One of the professors working on the project came up behind me.
"Do you doubt it?' he asked.
"They're all children. I just thought they couldn't handle it."
"Looks like they can." He stood there and took notes on the other children. I took one more look at the girl and walked away.
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