searched for contaminants. Nothing was discovered, the Grand Acer decided to put the resources in to curing the two girls rather than finding the problem, as no one else seemed to be inflicted.
âHow did you score on the brain scan Mae?â communicated Lily.
She is in the medical bay. Itâs her turn this afternoon.
âOn a score of one to ten, one being me destined to stay in The Nest until I am old and grey, ten being the golden ticket to Intentionality. I scored a three Lily, I donât think my vivid imagination put to a sound track counts as mental stability, let alone gives off any measurable power into those head transmitters,â I responded
Every week now weâre fastened into a helmet contraption for ten minutes. During this time, we are exposed to relevant visual and verbal stimulants that correspond with our Evo-gene skills. Because my Evo-gene is supposed to fire into action with the sound of different languages, I am bombarded for the whole time by people talking, shouting and laughing. Great groups of words fill my head and faces appear in front of me on a screen. Of course to my brain this is nothing new. I live with the constant hum and buzz. This is the key to my low power scores. Itâs not a mystery to me. My brain switches off to intense noise. It has been trained to react this way through years of rigorous experience.
âMae, how can that be? You are at least experiencing some new developments, and you have the benefit of knowing the test content, because I showed you when I was tested,â Lily despaired
Just two weeks to go now. No amount of guidance or extra sessions with Mrs Alder is likely to add more than a couple of points to my power score, so I will need to do it myself. I have arranged to meet Lily in the botanical gardens for some intensive language research, in about an hour. In order to be prepared for this, I shall get back to the unit for a rest and on my way I must remember to collect the flask of hot chocolate for us to share.
The chocolate is particularly creamy today. I think that they have been reassessing the recipes lately because at least once a day I get the distinct feeling that the consistency of what I am eating or drinking is changed somehow. It helps me to relax and soon I find myself lying on my bed with drooping eyelids. Sleep is actually easy to find in the middle of the day.
âMae, Mae, MAE. Are you in there?â
I am now awake, I have been dreaming about my latest experience, torn from my visit to that girl on the street. I tried to convince her to go home. I offered to go with her to plead for her forgiveness. The really unbelievable element to the dream is that I wasnât speaking English. I quite clearly understood and could converse in the mother tongue of the girl! I have never been able to do anything like that before in any of my dreams. Not that I would expect to speak to the tusked creature and my dream about the journey to Intentionality had only my friends included. So on reflection perhaps I have always been able to speak in that language, I have only just had reason to utilise the skill.
As I lie here in absolute amazement, I can actually remember those words I spoke and indeed the complete conversation! I feel like dancing and shouting. This is it my world has finally begun revolving like the other Seeders. I hope the pace gathers faster though, I have a week of maturity to catch up on.
âMae, Mae, MAE. Are you there?â
Now I remember. I was woken by something and that something is a rather over excited Summer.
âI am in Summer, just dozing thatâs all, give me a second to let you in.â
Should I tell Summer my good news I wonder? I really need to tell someone who will be completely ecstatic and focussed on me right now, and I donât think Summer is that candidate. I can tell by the twinkle of her tones that she has great plans to bestow upon me. I am certain they do not involve
âHow did you score on the brain scan Mae?â communicated Lily.
She is in the medical bay. Itâs her turn this afternoon.
âOn a score of one to ten, one being me destined to stay in The Nest until I am old and grey, ten being the golden ticket to Intentionality. I scored a three Lily, I donât think my vivid imagination put to a sound track counts as mental stability, let alone gives off any measurable power into those head transmitters,â I responded
Every week now weâre fastened into a helmet contraption for ten minutes. During this time, we are exposed to relevant visual and verbal stimulants that correspond with our Evo-gene skills. Because my Evo-gene is supposed to fire into action with the sound of different languages, I am bombarded for the whole time by people talking, shouting and laughing. Great groups of words fill my head and faces appear in front of me on a screen. Of course to my brain this is nothing new. I live with the constant hum and buzz. This is the key to my low power scores. Itâs not a mystery to me. My brain switches off to intense noise. It has been trained to react this way through years of rigorous experience.
âMae, how can that be? You are at least experiencing some new developments, and you have the benefit of knowing the test content, because I showed you when I was tested,â Lily despaired
Just two weeks to go now. No amount of guidance or extra sessions with Mrs Alder is likely to add more than a couple of points to my power score, so I will need to do it myself. I have arranged to meet Lily in the botanical gardens for some intensive language research, in about an hour. In order to be prepared for this, I shall get back to the unit for a rest and on my way I must remember to collect the flask of hot chocolate for us to share.
The chocolate is particularly creamy today. I think that they have been reassessing the recipes lately because at least once a day I get the distinct feeling that the consistency of what I am eating or drinking is changed somehow. It helps me to relax and soon I find myself lying on my bed with drooping eyelids. Sleep is actually easy to find in the middle of the day.
âMae, Mae, MAE. Are you in there?â
I am now awake, I have been dreaming about my latest experience, torn from my visit to that girl on the street. I tried to convince her to go home. I offered to go with her to plead for her forgiveness. The really unbelievable element to the dream is that I wasnât speaking English. I quite clearly understood and could converse in the mother tongue of the girl! I have never been able to do anything like that before in any of my dreams. Not that I would expect to speak to the tusked creature and my dream about the journey to Intentionality had only my friends included. So on reflection perhaps I have always been able to speak in that language, I have only just had reason to utilise the skill.
As I lie here in absolute amazement, I can actually remember those words I spoke and indeed the complete conversation! I feel like dancing and shouting. This is it my world has finally begun revolving like the other Seeders. I hope the pace gathers faster though, I have a week of maturity to catch up on.
âMae, Mae, MAE. Are you there?â
Now I remember. I was woken by something and that something is a rather over excited Summer.
âI am in Summer, just dozing thatâs all, give me a second to let you in.â
Should I tell Summer my good news I wonder? I really need to tell someone who will be completely ecstatic and focussed on me right now, and I donât think Summer is that candidate. I can tell by the twinkle of her tones that she has great plans to bestow upon me. I am certain they do not involve
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