An image of perfection

Chapter 4: The Renaissance

Victoria's POV

It's February 4, 3004 and I'm sitting in my advanced calculus class. A 14 year old girl, with the brain of a 52 year old rocket scientist. We receive 15 assignments per

class period, each one is lengthy and challenging to most. It only takes me 45 minutes to breeze through what might take the average student 2 hours. I'm forced to

study for countless hours each night, in order to have the properly exercised brain which can solve the toughest of quadratic equations. But for me, class is dull

and boring. Our old bot-teacher is over 20 years old, and she malfunctioned yesterday. So now we have a new bot-teacher named Mr. Uranis. His face is displayed

on the monitor, and the bot moves around a lot. But Mr. Uranis is different. He doesn't only teach advanced calculus. He includes his life stories and details. Today

he babbles on and off topic more than usual, and begins talking about the flaws in humans and the belief of creation. I raise my hand just to keep our class on track

and on the subject, not to overrule his authority or question his method of teaching. In addition, I believe this fantasy of creation is a load of bull. "Excuse me,

Mr. Uranis but do you know what you're inquiring? You're wasting your time believing in this so called God, and the theory of creation is foolish. I mean, you're a

calculus teacher not a priest at the Baptist church. Here's an idea, how about you teach us something useful or don't teach us at all!" I state confidentially. It felt

great to get that off my chest. Mr. Uranis nods his head, and places his hand on his chin for a moment, gazing off at something we can't see because of the limited

space on the tiny screen. "I see, miss Victoria. But how can you be so sure? Is there solid proof that a God doesn't exist? There is much unexplained phenomena in

the theory of evolution, that the bible gives evidence to. And not to mention, over 90% of the world's population believes in the bible." He says. "That's

preposterous! Humans evolved from apes, which is where we inherited our facial and body structures. And over a course of millions of years, we will evolve into

the age of Perfection." I say. "God created each of us to be perfect,  however because of our inheritance of death and sin from Adam we're not. It was our natural

intention to be perfect, not evolution." He says. "I refuse to listen to your rubbish, that's absurd!" I shout. "That's enough, miss Victoria." He says. "I'm sorry if it

seemed that I forced you to my beliefs, I was only showing you the common perspective. But there's no need to shout." He says calmly. "No, you know what, no! I'm

not going to sit here and listen to the so called common perspective! I've spent 14 years of my life, believing this. I've been raised to believe that I'll never be worth

anything until I perfect everything. And you're not just going to sit there in front of that screen to tell me otherwise. To try and tell me that what I've been forced

to believe all my life is wrong! I have to be perfect. I have to." I say. "Victoria, you're 14. You're getting older. You don't have to believe that anymore. It's up to you

to decide what you'll believe. Now please, stop shouting in my classroom and take your seat." He says. I just realized how disrespectful and out of place I had been.

I didn't even know I was standing up, shouting and squeezing my fist until my knuckles turned white.  If my mother finds out about this, I'll be in deep trouble. I

take my seat and rest my head down on my desk.

Caroline's POV

I'm sitting at my computer desk at work, and suddenly I receive a phone call from Victoria's academy. " Me: Hello? Mr. Uranis: Hello, Ms. James. This is John Uranis,

Victoria's new advanced calculus teacher. I would like to talk to you about Victoria's behaviour in class today. Me: is there a problem? She's never had any issues

with past teachers. Mr. Uranis: well, kind of. She is an excellent student, straight A+'s, full participation and gives full attention and focus to the instructor, normally.

However, today, she began to act a bit different. It all started when I started talking about creation and the imperfection of humans. She became extremely

defensive, and shouted at me, saying all she's ever been is perfect. I told her that that's not possible- Me: well, it actually is quite possible, I raise my children in that

manner, so they can grow up to be successful and the best they can be. You see, Victoria is genetically modified. I programmed her to be the advanced prodigy that

she is today. That's why she was contradictory to your statements. Although, I don't understand why you were teaching Religion in Advanced calculus.