Defector

"You are out of instructional control. Please report back to your unit" To monotone voice repeated in my ear. I hated that sentence, it made me feel weak, it made me feel controlled.
I didn't want to let them think they could control me, I hated listening to them, but i still wandered to the desk where the small camera scanned my finger. I waited as they told me everything I was "Wildly Out of Control" from. And thought about life outside the barrier.