Date of Elimination

Chapter 2

Let me first express my hatred of airports.

I have ALWAYS been directionally challenged, which makes the confusing maze of this crowded airport a nightmare for me. And before I'm able to pick up my luggage, I have to go through a million scans and security checks. This takes twice as long as it used to; nowadays, airport security makes twice as many precautions than it used to earlier in the 21st century, rendering the process twice as long. Although, we all know the world isn't getting any less treacherous. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that there are systems we've established to ensure our safety, but it's sad how we've come to such terrible conclusions about the world, always saying how "it's a scary world out there" and "you can't trust people." Who knows if the cruel people make up the majority of the world, but they certainly outweigh the good. It's like cruelty is made of something denser than decency and kindness, so if we were to put everyone on the Scale of Morality, the scale would tip in favor of the bad. So now we have to focus on the all the risks of living and all the necessary precautions we must take, and assume everyone could be dangerous.

Finally, I'm able to head to the station that's (hopefully) holding my luggage. After a minute of searching, I find my bags. I didn't bring that much stuff, just enough to get me through a month (normally interships are much longer, but since I'm only here for the single event of an experiment, this internship will be much shorter.)

Lastly, I headed to a currency exchange station and collected a decent amount of euros from a portion of my own savings. Most of my expenses were being covered by Professor Ramses, but hey, I'm in England! I'd rather splurge in Europe than boring old America.

Finally I'm able to leave the airport; although, I still had to wait for a taxi to take me to my hotel. Once I got one, I handed the driver a couple euros, told him where I wanted to go, and we were off.

London was beautiful to me. There were people all along the sidewalks, entering or exiting the building consisting of shops and cafés and many other things; the narrow roads were tucked between all these buildings. The sky was a vibrant blue that day.

It really was a dream come true. I couldn't believe I was there, in a foreign country about to live out my passion; of course I didn't like being alone, without my parents and without any friends... Although in reality I was never good with people... Never even had a boyfriend. It's probably because socializing is more like field research to me.

Ha.

We finally arrived at the hotel, and as I grabbed my belongings and got out of the cab, the driver glanced at me and said in a lovely British accent, "Have a fantastic trip, ma'am."

"You too," I replied with a smile, as I got out of the car and headed toward the entrance of the tall, fancy-looking hotel. It was then that I remembered that the rest of the members of this experiment would be staying here, too.

Perhaps I wouldn't be as alone as I thought.