Noah Narration:
The Lobby was very small and contained only a desk at which a female Attendant sat working on some papers.
She looked up when I entered; then to my surprise she stood up. It was a small thing but no one ever stood up automatically to acknowledge my presence
"Welcome Receiver of Memory" she said respectfully and I just waved my hand telling her it's fine.
"you can just call me Noah, I don't mind" I said nervously smiling. She smiled back before pushing a button and I heard a click which startled me.
"you may go right on in," she told me adjusting with her hands
Then she seemed to notice, no doors in the community were locked.
"The locks are simply to insecure the Receiver privacy because he needs concentration" she explained calmly
"It would be difficult if citizens wandered in here looking for the department of bicycle repair"
The women seem mature and friendly, it was also true that the department of bicycle repair an unimportant little office was relocated so often that no one knew where it was.
"There is nothing dangerous" she reinsured me. "He doesn't like to be kept waiting" with a sweat coming down her forehead still smiling.
After getting what she was trying to say I just nodded my head and gave a small wave before entering.
As I entered through the door it was a comfortable furnished living area.
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The Receiver
Fanfiction[Completed] In a world where everything is under control. Their no fear or pain.No choices, every person is assigned a role in the community. Will she choose To stay at the community or leave with Noah (Book 1: The Receiver Completed) (Book 2: The...
