"Good Morning Alex. Time to get up." I hear the sweet female voice at my door again that I now recognize as Dr. Mell's. Once I'm finished in the bathroom I wiggle out the door. I barely make it another step, before I hear Lily shouting like she's some angry neighbor ordering kids to get off her lawn. "Margret I will murder you! And I mean it this time. After 8 years of putting up with this, I swear I'm gonna resort to homicide!" Margret smirks and crosses her arms. "I could just let you sleep in till evening and miss all your classes. Not to mention... breakfast." The emotion on Lily's face switches from psychopathic bloodlust to innocent glee in a matter of milliseconds. Margret and I laugh as Lily sprints down the hallway screaming, "Onward to the most important meal of the day!"
Margret sighs in a strange maternal way as if she's watching her last bird leave the nest, then turns to me. "Good Morning, Alex. You ready for class today?" I nod and continue to think about what Lily had said. "Hey, Margret?" "Yeah?" Margret seems almost surprised to hear me initiate the conversation. "Are you and Lily old friends or-" Margret snickers and a smile spreads across her face. "Lily and I have known each other since Kindergarten. We may essentially be complete opposites, yet I have known her as long as I can remember. " Margret and I walk toward the cafeteria as Margret speaks. "She's definitely not the sharpest tool in the shed, although I like having her around. I only really signed up for this internship to keep her out of trouble- I mean once she forgot to set her alarm and slept in till 3:00 pm..." Margret continues to talk as we reach the breakfast buffet.
The buffet is still packed with way too much food for a human being to consume. This time I scoop two pancakes onto my plate and smoother them in peanut butter, as I wonder what the heck Y.I.E.L.D. does with all the leftover food. "...I just don't get it why is this a fork, yet this is not a one-pronged fork." Elijah holds up a fork and knife. I sit down at the table next to Charles and Margret. "Because that's a knife you dingus." Evan retorts and bits into a green apple. "Yeah, I know that. But what's the difference? They're both silverware with a pointy side used for eating and cutting. We have four-pronged forks and three-pronged forks, so why not one-pronged forks or four-pronged knives?" Charles half whispers half chuckles, "I don't think I have ever heard the term 'pronged' used so much in a statement before."
The group argues about the classification of knives and forks while I watch a short figure wearing a black hoodie enter the room. The figure fills a plate with eggs and toast before leaving. I stare in confusion but choose to ignore it. "You know if we ably that logic to all utensils, would a spoon just be a bowl on a stick?" Lily wonders aloud. "Oh yeah, because 'please pass me a bowl on a stick' sounds soooooo casual." Evan jokes. "Shut up, Evan. This is clearly a very serious topic." Margret joins in. "Wait, would a cup be a taller bowl or would a bowl be a shorter cup?" Elijah says and mimics the "mind explosion" gesture. "WE MUST FREE THE SILVERWARE, I DEMAND ANARCHY!" Lily chants and we all laugh.
Suddenly our laughter is interrupted by a voice echoing through the speakers. "Attention: Summer Internship Students it is now 9:55 am. Please report to your first class with your schedule and a pencil. We hope you have a wonderful day. "
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Experiment 1.0
Ciencia FicciónAs a mysterious epidemic sweeps the nation, leaving hundreds hospitalized-one of whom is Alex and Arthur Bishop's father-Alex receives a letter from Y.I.E.L.D.( a scientific association that specializes in studying and providing cures to recent outb...
