MOLT 32

JUSTIFICATION

Personal Database #25

Subject: Wyn Rivera, MOLT 0, age 0-19.

<Medical Record: see HEALTH DATABASE #475>

<Behavioral Record: see SOCIOLOGICAL DATABASE #373>

Purpose Of Written Study: Pre-MOLT psychological analysis

Time to MOLT 1: 1.5 wks

Intellectual Property of the Governance of MOLT, Central Division

March 30, 2254

I never thought I'd admit this, especially to you guys up at the Governance, but I'm glad I made it through all the painstaking hours of long, boring lessons that the past few days have been. Why this sudden change of heart? I think Aaron's finally getting to the interesting stuff. Today, we stopped being fed random propaganda and started learning about the history of the MOLT. Well, we all know it was developed and instituted to keep us from dropping like flies like the old, fat pre-Fall guys did. What I'm talking about is the real juicy stuff, the kinds of things they seemed to have purposefully excluded from our grade school curriculum so the Governance could have the honor of teaching it to us themselves.

Apparently, Chancellor Azro's existence isn't as much of a secret as I thought it was. In fact, according to Aaron, everyone but the Birth MOLTs has some idea of who she is and what she does. That information is just kept from the Births because, at least before the Fall, it was always the teenagers who rebelled when presented with a solid authority figure. We're told that we'll gradually be given more information as we move through the MOLTs, gaining the Governance's trust, but as of MOLT 1, all we need to know about Azro is that she's been the leader of the Governance for twelve whole MOLts, and will probably, unless something...unfortunate happens, continue to rule us for another eighteen or so. I can't even imagine doing the same job for that long...that's three times as long as I've been alive. But then again, what do I know? I'm just a clueless little Birth MOLT- don't mind me.

After I was proved a shameless idiot for being suspicious of a perfectly legitimate ruler (joke's on me, Governance, joke's on me), I got to experience the less guilt-inducing part of the lesson. Apparently, Azro spent half her Birth MOLT (ten whole years!) roaming the toxic jungles of the Fall before she got to the survivor camp that's now the city of Freziere. The few scientists who remained were shocked by her existence- nothing should've been able to survive the levels of radiation out in the wilderness, let alone a solitary teenage girl. They spent years running tests on her while re-integrating her into human society, before they realized she possessed several extremely rare beneficial genetic mutations that gave her a "thicker skin" than the average person. Then, just in time, Azro, now all grown up, ran for Chancellor with a platform of using her special genes to help the entire population develop resistance to the toxicity of the air. Thus, the MOLT was born.

Sounds like the plot of some Sci-Fi flick from before the Fall, doesn't it? How Vazilia Azro Saved The Human Race *roll credits*. This is actually way cool, even though it was probably just meant as some kind of lame justification of the MOLT for any doubtfuls who might still be out there. Now, I can say I actually met this woman.

But I was a total brat to her.

Inner Self: She was searching your house without a warrant for no good reason! She got you in trouble with your mom, and you're technically an adult!

Inner Self, you have a point. So I guess Miss Chancellor and I are even, then. That's good, because I don't like leaving things unsettled...what am I saying? I'd be surprised if Vazilia Azro still remembers my name.

Anyhow, where was I? Right, we got to learn the cool scoop behind the MOLT, after which we got to go to our rooms early. Aaron says we're going to have some kind of big evaluation tonight with our Complements, so we're supposed to get plenty of rest. He told us the Governance would be watching, and that it was importance for us to perform our best. Of course, he said, it will be a test of your abilities, not of your beliefs. Citizens of Freziere should have the right to believe whatever they wish to believe, within reason. That was a relief...my false beliefs, or my assertiveness about them, rather, was the reason the Chancellor showed up at my doorstep in the first place. My half-informed opinions had already caused me enough trouble.

Well, I won't have to worry about that for a little while. For now, I'm just laying on my little, white bed, writing this entry because I have nothing better to do with the five hours of downtime I have between now and the evaluation. I feel so useless- I should be using this time to prepare, but I thing is, I don't even know how. This isn't like a test at school- there's no study guides, no textbooks, no helpful teachers who'll tell you what you'll have to know. They can ask us any question in the world, make us do absolutely anything, and we'll never see it coming.

What if we can't do it? What if we fail the test? Will they take away our MOLTs? Can they do that? These are the most questions I've had since my very first day here. I wish someone was here to answer them, to make me just a little less nervous; even Terra seems to be on edge, and that can't be a good sign, given her cold, unfeeling personality. She keeps muttering to herself about a "justification" and pacing from one wall of our room to the other. In fact, she seems to be so occupied with her frantic stroll that she hasn't even bothered to annoy me at all today, and that's saying something. All of the Birth MOLTs are a bit scared for the test, but Terra looks like she's seen a whole army of ghosts. Whatever this test is, Terra knows something about it, and that something isn't good.

Signing off,

Wyn