" I feel confined, only free to expand myself within boundaries. "
-Major Motoko Kusanagi
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You are a human, not a specimen.
Right now, they are the ones that are your specimens.
Data collecting, activation.
My gaze slowly wandered around the classroom and went over the faces around me. Names were listing in my head and I was matching previously gathered information together with different individuals. Some of them kept glancing in my direction and whispering to each other. I was warned to be cautious during my first day as a new student, but the people more interested than scared me. Replacing the white walls of the lab with the classroom, blinding lights and medical tools with sunlight and pencils and masked faces of doctors with curious looks of teenagers... It was a big change that I was never expecting to happen, but I was trying to get used to it. It was hard to comprehend their actions, like sending text messages, fixing their make up or sleeping during a lesson. Their behaviour was completely different from what I was used to.
If they would pull something like that in the lab, doctor would probably use his scalpel to cut their fingers off.
Everything in our society was supposed to be decided by merit.
You got good grades, you went to a nice college, you got hired at a well paying job.
That was supposed to be the right path to take, so you would expect everyone to do everything to chase that bright future and yet you still easily found people that were doing the complete opposite. An example of that were a girl leaning over the test paper and writing in concentration and another girl who simply signed her name and spent the rest of the lesson yawning and gazing out the window. One was here on a scholarship, while one's father paid for the new gym that good built last year. One's family worked tirelessly and struggled to go through each month, while one came from a rich background.
Was life really all that fair?
Did working hard in the present always mean you were going to have a bright future?
My life was a bit different.
It all began under the bright lights of the laboratory and I didn't even realise how different I was until I accidentally pulled someone's arm off and was met by the sight of blood spraying everywhere instead of wires. Now I just spent my time obeying orders and prayed that my maker wasn't secretly planning to turn me in to a tin can.
My eyes stopped on the clock on the wall.
Five minutes until the end of the lesson.
It was good that I learned how to take advantage of some special skills that got programmed in my head.
