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Neophyte Runner ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Members Posts: 2,263 Joined: 19-May 12 From: Seattle area Member No.: 52,483 ![]() |
The start of the fall quarter in 2072 is dreary in Tacoma. It isn't really cold yet, but the weather struggles to reach 20C in the afternoons, and drops below 10C at night. Stretches of thin, watery sunlight alternate with drifting drizzle which obscures the Olympics from view and turns Puget Sound leaden.
Still, all these things happen outside the school. The school building is a solidly constructed, institutional building. Its purpose has shifted in some ways over the years. Lessons are now delivered in preprogrammed units through VR. In theory this means that all learners can follow their own pace to tackle anything which catches their fancy. In practice, many kids have learned to game the system so that they don't have to work very hard, just passing the minimum number of easy courses so as to avoid remedial attention. The ones who excel are often scouted by the corps and offered entry into the corporate schools with promises of great jobs to follow. This isn't universal - some of the smarter kids don't get offers. Usually this can be traced back to trouble with authority or other behavioural problems, or having green skin. The kids themselves refer to the school as babysitting by taxpayer, because so do many other people, and it does seem to fit the way they are shuttled in, plugged in, unplugged and shuttled out with occasional breaks for lunch, bathroom breaks and PE because some people still care about high school athletics for some reason. |
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Dragon ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Dumpshocked Posts: 4,258 Joined: 9-March 10 From: The Citadel Member No.: 18,267 ![]() |
Hop looked at the three girls, reading their nervousness, with no small trace of antagonism from the washout girl. It felt a little strange addressing pint sized blue aliens and their compadres but he wasn’t going to let them know that…
”Yeah, me and my sister are new here, thought I’d come and find the other newbies see if there was some common ground you know? Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude, but I’ll ping Anna, maybe she’ll be…I dunno, less intrusive? Perhaps you can look out for her, I can’t be there all the time and it’d be nice to know she has some friends here…dunno about the VR games, we play the Citadel, maybe we’ve met there…who knows…?” Great Hop, real smooth, way to woo the ladies, Beth’d be laughing herself silly right now… but new people made him nervous and damned if he was going to apologise for it. He knew who he was and didn’t need some shitty assessment test to tell him that. ”So why the freak over the assessments? It’s just some bureaucratic crap isn’t it? Newbies getting profiled and all that to see how they’ll fit into the school image?” …and then they were gone, diving off into their own little virtual worlds. He considered following them but judging by their gear he didn’t have a hope of catching them. Perhaps Beth would be up for a bit of mischief when she came back on later, he had no doubt she would breeze through their firewalls like they weren’t even there… |
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