[24 April, 2235 | The Victors]
Alexa’s Nanny chip ends the lesson. Alexa’s sight and hearing bring her back to the education room as she regains her senses. Feeling a little dizzy, the girl raises her hand.
“Yes, Alexa?” Ms. Quadro answers.
“Can I go to the toilet, please? I’ve been trying to hold it in for about three quarters of that lesson.”
Ms. Quaddro gives Alexa a nod of approval and the girl leaves the education room. She walks through the sterile hallway and into the bathroom. She doesn’t need a toilet stall; she has found herself alone. Alexa reaches into her pocket and pulls out a syringe, filled with silver liquid. Nervously sliding the needle into her neck, Alexa squeezes the syringe, filling her vein with the liquid.
“Ow!” the girl yells. She caresses her head; she was unprepared for the sharp headache that short-circuiting her Nanny chip would cause. Still feeling dizzy, but thankful the headache has worn off, Alexa again walks through that sterile hallway and returns to class.
As the girl enters, she hears Ms. Quadro asking the class a question. “What did this lesson teach you?”
“That history is written by the victors,” Alexa responds without raising her hand.
Ms. Quadro looks at the girl in confusion. “Please raise your hand before answering questions, Alexa. You should know better.”
Alexa looks at Ms. Quatro directly in the eye and raises her hand to address the entire class. “For the glory of Australia! For the glory of the Farm! For the glory of the Wasteland!”
Squeezing the palm of her raised hand, Alexa unleashes an explosion, decimating the not just the classroom, but the entire seventy-eighth storey of the Auckland Education Institute, as well as the three storeys above and below. The fourteen storeys above plummet to the ground, killing everybody instantly. At approximately twelve thousand casualties, it is nothing compared to the New Zealand-Australia War, at least.
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