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"You need to complete the test in 12 minutes. Twelve minutes. Be honest with your answers. And all pencils must be returned at the end of the test. If you do not return your pencils, you will be given a..shot." CO Maxwell announces as she passes out pencils. Aaliyah rubs her eyes, still extremely exhausted. "Don't turn the test over till I say begin." Yeah nobody was listening to that.
"Now I know they serious about this job. Written test? Damn. They probably got us building warheads or some shit all day." Cindy says from her seat next to Aaliyah. As per usual, Aaliyah sat next to Watson. "You really think they'll have felons making weapons?" Janae retorted. Aaliyah closes her eyes, resting her head on the table.
"I don't know. I heard the new guys are military contractors. I'm sure they up to some evil. Have us making napalm or...weaponizing smallpox." Aaliyah rolls her eyes at whatever Cindy was going on about. "It's too early for this shit."
Cindy shoots her a look, "Well who kept you up all night?"
Aaliyah doesn't reply, so Taystee adds in. "Forbes." Aaliyah smirks, chuckling softly and nodding. "No shit, you was with Forbes? That bitch gives me the creeps." Cindy shivers. "Yeah, she's into all that voodoo shit. Starting to think she fucking cursed me," Aaliyah jokes lightly.
Janae grimaces, not wanting to know anything about Aaliyah's sex life. Aaliyah lays her head on the table again as Cindy went back to the original topic. "Well, whatever it is, we gonna be leaving up here with fish gills and extra fingers."
Suzanne shook her head, quick to correct Cindy. "That's not how mutation works."
"Oh, really? How's it work?"
"Our babies would be the ones born with fish gills and extra fingers. What we'd have is a bunch of different cancers and lesions. Shit like that." Suzanne theories. Aaliyah smiles, "I'm so grateful I can't pregnant." Janae and Cindy shoot her confused looks. "What? I got into a car accident when I stole my dad's car, hit the steering wheel and bam, I can never have kids. It's kinda a relief. I fucking hate kids." Aaliyah shrugs.
Janae knit her brows together, finding that story oddly familiar, almost like she heard it once, but with more details. She shakes it off, getting back on topic. "Y'all so worried, don't take the test. It gives me a better chance." Cindy and Suzanne both scoff whilst Aaliyah simply chuckles. "It still make 89 cents more than the warehouse. I got my eye on that $16 fan in commissary."
"Or you can just use your extra finger hand that you gon' have." Taystee adds in, fanning herself. Everyone shares a chuckles until CO Maxwell informs them they can start the test.
Aaliyah opens the test, scoffing slightly at the questions. She could tell this test was full of shit. They didn't actually care about traits and abilities. But, she still answered them anyways, not giving much thought into any question. Janae's elbow practically digs into her ribs, causing her to dig her own into Janae's. They both glared at each other before moving their elbows.
