The Receiver

The Truth

Warning: Not Suitable for Everyone
(Also the character chart is updated if you want to know what the Female Attendant looks & the parents look like)

"Noah when you and I finish our time together, you will be the new Receiver. You can read the books; you'll have the memories. You have access to everything. It's part of the training, if you want to watch the release you just have to ask"

"Well maybe I will, but it's too late for this one. It was this morning"

The giver told something I had not known "All private ceremonies are recorded, they're in the hall of records"

"I think you should" the giver said switching off to on

With the female Attendant at the front desk "yes, Receiver. How may I help you?"

"I would like to see the this morning's release of the twin"

"One moment, Receiver thank you for your instructions"

The video screen above the row of switches. It's blank face began to flicker with zigzag lines then some numbers appeared, following by the date and time.

A small windowless room,empty except for a bed, a table with some equipment on it. And a cupboard. I could see pale carpeting on the floor.

It was just a ordinary room I thought maybe it be a auditorium, so that everyone could come. All the old go to the ceremonies of release but I suppose that's when it just a newborn baby they don't.

My father came in wearing his nurturing uniform following a women came in who was his assistant.

After weighing them he handed the six pound baby to the women " Clean him up and dress him and take him over to the Center"

The women took the newborn and left through the door she had entered. The other one was five pounds ten ounces.

After cleaning him and making him comfortable, his father turned and opened the cupboard taking out a syringe and a small bottle l, very carefully inserting the needle into the bottle and began to fill the syringe with a clear liquid,

Very carefully my father began to direct the needle into the top of the new child's forehead, puncturing the place where the fragile skin pulsed, the newborn squirmed and wailed faintly.

He pushed the plunger very slowly, injecting the liquid into the scalp vein until the syringe was empty.

He turned around and dropped the syringe into a waste receptacle, now he cleans him up and makes boil comfy I said to myself.

The newborn child now moved his limbs jerking in motion until he went limp. I froze in place

I recognized the jesters, posture and express. They were too familiar. It later motionless, my father was putting things away. Folding the blanket closing the cupboard.

I couldn't believe it he killed it! He actually killed it!

My father tidied up the room picking up a small carton that lay waiting on the floor, set it on the bed lifting the limp body into it, he placed the lid on tightly.

He picked up the carton and carried it to the other side of the room, he opened a small door in the wall; be the same sort of chute into which trash was deposited at school.

My father loaded the carton containing the body into the chute and gave it a shove.

"When the speaker notified me that Rosemary had applied for release, they turned on the tape to show me the process. My last glimpse of that beautiful child waiting. They brought the syringe out. You suggested she wasn't brave enough? I don't know about bravery: what is is, what it means. I do know that I sat here numb with horror. Wretched and helplessness. And I listened as Rosemary told them that she would prefer to inject herself. I looked away. There you have it Noah, you were wondering about release. You got it" he said sarcastically