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C1P3 501 has his first day of classes. A meeting between powerful men. And the dive into the horror of the Academy continues.
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Table of Contents
Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 1
Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 2
Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 3
Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 4
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Quote: I open the wardrobe and find my reflection within a mirror- and with the room dark I simply stare into the mirror. A boy stares back at me- his eyes piercing my soul- he is short and slender for his age- he is innocent- he knows not why he is locked within a metal box- and he is scared. My part in my mind's sitcom is now partially revealed- but the mirror lies- this is not me- this is who I once was but am no-more- I am 501- he is not; he has a name- though my mind cannot recall it.
Summary: 501 has his first day of classes. A meeting between powerful men. And the dive into the horror of the Academy continues.
"What- who am I?"
This question is what had riveted my mind- and now locked within the barren metal box I had no choice- no escape- from my mind dwelling on it. My memories played out like a sitcom in which all names- place- people- myself- were spoken in inaudible whispers, as if these names and memories escaped me. These memories- once perhaps dear to me- seemed foreign. Now I am simply S501. That is who- or what I am to be.
Memories zip through my mind as if bees in a beehive- they are all silent to me. Scenes of beautiful nature confound me- as has the day. I am fatigued from the scream- and so I stumble to my bed- only to find sleep hard to come by.
Time is relative in a metal box- no clock- no sunlight- no telling what time it is. I feel sorry for the metal box- it like me lacks an identity- a personality to call its own. It is meant to be a home to someone- but yet is more properly dressed to be a punishment. It is barren- soulless- and has no eyes of which to use to perceive it's environment- rather it has been cut on to allow others to violate- to look within it. This metal box had been equipped to serve a purpose contrasting to the nature of design- not to defend but to trap what it holds. My mind cannot reason with the notion of this facility being a school.
Time passes- it is unquantifiable- indefinable. There is no hint as to morning or night- and yet my sitcoms are filled with beautiful sunsets and sunrises- the likes of which I fear I will never see- if I have truly ever seen- again.
The door to my room opens; it is 5am, but how? How could it already be 5am? Did the night escape me as well? It s the first day of classes- the names of the classes are difficult to pronounce- and I have no concept as to what subject they are. The odd scientist appears at my door- and a new day begins. My feet wearily comply to the cold floor again and with a step I follow my escort. I am lead to a classroom- today is the first day of class.
My escort leads me to a seat- and I am met by a rather unpleasant familiar voice from the desk directly next to mine- it is Arthur.
"Well, look who it is- odd to see our janitor in Quantum String Analytics" The other kids laugh- I blush.
"S501-" Arthur read out loud- our codes were sown to our chest. "-How fitting that your code be below mine- perhaps they simply put down your General Education Systems Exam Score for your code!" The kids laugh again- I have never heard of this test, perhaps a 501 is a low grade.
"You never did tell me your name S501- though I'm sure I could find it on the Janitorial staff closet if I wanted to seek it out so badly- but do tell what is your name?" Arthur continued- the other kids laughed harder, at my expense.
I sat quietly ignoring his question- not that I could have answered it anyways. Blood meets my face- I am blushing.
"Ah! I see, Cat got your tongue- or tail- street rat? Or is it that you have no name? After all rats don't name their children!" The other students could hardly contain themselves- I sat staring at my desk, focused on hiding my embarrassment.
Finally an older man walked in- the teacher. He was unspectacularly stereotypical for your average professor- being in his 60's and having white hair and a short white beard. He walked at a fast pace- unexpectedly fast for a man of his apparent age- and seemingly ignored the laughs of the other students as he made his way up to the front of the class- to the front of the class.
"Salve discipulī! As you know this is Quantum String Analytics- my name is Professor Tullius. As I am sure you know from the syllabus that this class focuses on the Theoretic Math associated with the Quantum String Theory. So raise your hand if this is your first time taking a class dealing this String Analytics- or Quantum Analytics at all."
I raised my hand- and the others laugh. I am the only one with my hand raised.
"Well there is a first time for everything I guess-" He said with a sort of demeaning tug in his voice, "- what is your name young man?"
I sat now totally embarrassed- unable to answer his question, I sat silently- my face giving away my anxiety- my embarrassment.
"Well I guess we are off to a Great start! How about your code- do you at least know that?" The other students laughed at my failure- they didn't know.....
"Forgive him professor- rats do not name their children- by the way I must say that I have heard great things about your classes sir, you see my father Arnold Gloucester attended your mathematics course when you taught at-"
"S904 speaking out of turn will not be tolerated- nor will childish taunts!" Professor Tullius said, some of the kids chuckled at Arthur. The professor looked back at me "Now as I had requested- your code?"
"S501, extended code: Subject 501.162.12.2.1" I was unsure as to whether he wanted my full code or just the shortened version.
"S501.... Yes the Headmaster had spoken to me about you, please stay after class."
"Yes sir." I responded defeated. The other students around me still snickered or shot odd looks in my direction.
Professor Tullius turned around towards a large screen plastered against the wall at the head of the classroom where he stood. "Now- if you would look up front to the holoboard- today's lesson we will simply review...."
His words did not make contact with my mind- instead they bounced off my ears as if they held no worth- they held no value to me after all. I was lost in a forest of numbers and formula's that I had never heard before.
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