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“A little Simil for a big Simil?” I posited to the Mad Hatter. “Benefit the system, and the system benefits you.” He plucked at a grape. It slipped past his fork to roll to the other side of his plate. Baffled disappointment creased his features.
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It seemed that the hallways were perpetually empty. Maybe it was that the complex was so vast that it distributed people well enough to make it rare for more than a couple of people to occupy the halls at any one time. I was perpetually amazed at the layout of the tunnels. There were no…
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I woke to a beautiful sunrise. Maybe it had all been a dream. That’s what I deluded myself with as I wallered around in the comfort of my warm blankets. The longer I kept my eyes shut, the longer I could just think it was all a nightmare, gone with the morning light. Eventually though,…
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Sylwyn led me out of the massive reference library and down a different corridor than the one I had used to access the reference library. “I think as long as you’re with me, most people will leave you alone. We still need to conduct a couple more tests to really see just how much you…
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I found myself in a small four-foot by four-foot by six-foot box of a room when I finally woke up. I guess they figured that by confining me to a small enough area that I wouldn’t be stupid enough to invoke anything that would take up too much space.
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I waited for Claude at the base of the stairs. I didn’t know if I was slotted for more quizzes, or if I could go, but I knew that I wasn’t going to wait very long to find out. I may not have memorized a lot of books, but I could at least remember enough…
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Well, I guess I wasn’t going to go take a quiz immediately. Mindy proved to be just another trial, another test. The guards led me to a small dorm room. Grey jail cell was more like it. There was a top level bunk bed with a desk and chair underneath it. Behind a curtain sat…
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“You read ahead before you read aloud; that is my understanding, yes?” the main judge asked. I gulped. How is one supposed to concentrate on a conversation with a sword trained on their heart? “You might want to answer the question,” the man named Simil smiled down at me, all the while pressing the tip…
Chapel Orahamm 