537981203 felt a very unusual feeling. Stress. Impatience. Panic? She felt it as she attempted to quiet her peculiar student, 265712001, without making a scene and causing confusion. 537981203 (203 for short) shook her head in utter shame. She had allowed herself to feel something different than acceptable. Different than content. Well, it wasn't her fault. She tapped the back of her neck gently to calm the curious sensation.
Her student, 001 for short, was reading her disturbing story to the horrified, yet awestruck, class.
She labeled it "My Number", a violation to much of what the school strove to teach and ingrain into its students. Such... ideas. Such... thoughts. 203 shivered.
"Well," thought 203 to herself, "001 is only in her eighth year of living, and only her second of learning." So she allowed 001 to continue. Smiling her grimace that she was encouraged (and enthusiastically agreed) to wear. She carefully and analytically calculated a way that she could use 001 her false example.
[To be continued...]
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