GOD GAME

Wikipedia IS a valid source

I pushed myself up from my bed, gravity pushing on my body with abnormal strength. I pushed the warm, thin blanket from my body, pushing my feet off the bed. I then guided my cold feet across the tidy, carpeted floor to my bedroom door.

"Hi mom," I managed with a sleep yearning breath. The kitchen of our house laid right outside of my room. Its purpose for being there was that it was "efficient". My mom was cooking breakfast for the family, she and my dad getting small portions while I had gigantic ones. School didn't allow for lunch breaks, except for water, so I had to get as much food as I could before school.

"Did you sleep well?" my mom asked.

"Fine," I said as I sat down to the kitchen table, my mom placing one of the smaller courses in front of me.
I quickly started devouring it, not wanting to be late to school. Whenever seeing that I was done my mom would put another plate in front of me. I got the hiccups almost instantly with the second plate. Dangit, why now. I slowed my consumption so not to choke.

"You need to eat faster honey, or you'll be late to school. You wouldn't want that, would you?" my mom asked with a twinge of hate in her voice.

My parents only cared that I finished school at a fast rate, so that they wouldn't be looked down upon because their son graduated at a late year or dropped out. They could care less if I choked on some pancakes if it meant finishing school. My mom's primary goal was to make sure I made it to school on time so that I didn't fall behind in class and go to school with an empty stomach, which was proven to lower performance.

I shook my head quickly, going back to my original pace. This, of course, caused me to choke on the hash browns that came from the 3rd plate. My mom, as if my choking invoked a reflex, gave me a heimlich, shooting the contents of my mouth on the plate in a gross mound.

"Keep eating or you'll be late!" she scolded.

I reluctantly began to put all of the food back into my mouth, making sure not to make eye contact with my mom. I painfully finished after ❻ plates, grabbing my backpack and running out to the TTM (Timely.Teleportation.Machine). I felt my molecules shift for the electrical charge, my flesh smelled of death and life at the same time, then I was in my classroom desk.

My seat was in the middle of the class, closest to a protrusion in the floor which would project our lessons.Yes! I did well on the test! My first period was a robot, an AI that didn't have a name as names were "unimportant information that clog minds". My classmates were lined up in a circle around the AI, students that had lesser grades sat behind us. I was lucky to be in one of the front seats, being that those behind us were at a disadvantage in that they didn't see all of the diagrams or hear everything our teacher had to say. If you were in the far back you would most likely stay there for the rest of your life, in fact the farther back you went the more older the students would be. There are rumors that some of them are actually geniuses but are forced into school forever so that their "uncultured" ideas don't reach the graduated population. So that they don't learn more about about the world, but I shouldn't think about that sort of stuff. Unlike them, I don't want to change much about the world I live in, I don't want to change a world that I can survive in.

"Scientific inquiry into the wave nature of light began in the 17th and 18th centuries, when scientists such as Robert Hooke, Christiaan Huygens and Leonhard Euler proposed a wave theory of light based on experimental..." the AI lectured.

I focused and wrote down the best notes I could manage, making sure to look at the helpful diagrams in between facts. The class lasted for 2 hours, the first period of the week always seemed the longest.

"The source from your lecture is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_mechanics at 9:32pm., Nov. 5, 2016, I will be switching out with your quantum science views AI shortly, any questions?" the AI asked.

I heard a bunch of hands raise from the back of the room, but when glancing back saw that none of the hands raised were within 5 rows of the AI. The history AI was asked the most questions in comparison to our other AI teachers, but I had managed to copy down the web browser history lecture he had given us.

"Good, please remember there will be another full-scale test at the end of the school week," the history AI said dully, "Remember to use your study time before the test efficiently so that you may get a good grade on it."

The projection screen from which the history AI was situated dimmed, flickered, and returned to its original light. It then showed the quantum science views AI which started spouting information as its prior program had. After 2 hours it too gave a source from Wikipedia, it also went over the test and importance of studying during the given time before the test. The next 10 periods were the same, as where the 13th and 14th periods, and so on until the 71st period. In this period we studied for the test in tired agony, excited for the day of rest we would acquire after the testing period. But at the same time a atmosphere of dread and fear hung over the room. The classroom in which we had stayed within for 6 days straight smelled of sweat, anxiousness bleeding out of our body's pores as we flipped through immensive amounts of notes. Some of the kids in the middle of the circle had paper cuts lining their fingers, that's when I noticed I had some as well that I hadn't noticed. After seeing them I felt the pain they inflicted as I flipped another graphite covered page. I felt arthritis squeeze my tired fingers and excess graphite clinging to the underside of my hand. It looked metallic, robotic.

"No," I muttered fearfully, "I'm not!"

I noticed the students in my vicinity staring at me, crap...

"Time is up for study period," The speakers boomed. A flying robot started passing out tests as we all put away our notes. It gave the people closest to the middle of the room the tests first. "I hope you have studied well for this test. Please try your best to answer all of the questions, begin"

I quickly opened and began working on the test, answering to the questions with ease. I heard the robot drop more tests, the test had started yet some people didn't have the copy. Why was I now thinking of this? Why did I care now? It's always been this way so why now does it feel, wrong? I shook my head and resumed answering the test. I heard the sound of a test hitting a desk or landing in a desperate students fingertips grow farther and farther, the sound echoing in my mind as I filled in seemingly endless bubbles. I moved to my arms to the colder parts of my desk, my skin boring of the warmed part that my flesh had heated. The metal was cold, sucking the heat from my body until it too was warm with my stolen heat. I subconsciously continued moving my arms to various areas that were colder than my arms were until my arms were as cold the table had been before. Their joints of shining metal glimmering in the dim lighting as they ran across the paper in front of me in rhythmical patterns.

Finished!