The weeks pass and the humdrum of the Facility pushes on. Today, at the docks, we’re waiting longer than usual after we finish. One of the wards got fifteen laps. If he was an older ward, stronger, maybe he could do it, but this kid’s only in his third year. He gulps in mouthful after mouthful of seawater. I have to look away. From everyone else’s expression I can tell that he’s not swimming anymore. I look and see him face down in the water. A girl cries out for him. The guards pull her into the guard post and shut the door behind them. I keep looking down.
We’re corralled into the lift and sent off to our next class. No time to digest what just happened. Because stuff like this just happens. There’s no reason, no solution, it just is and we’re to accept that.
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