so we can work out
how to alleviate them. All of you will undergo some preliminary medical testing
to ensure base conditions are agreeable. Some of you may be sent back home.”
A surge of angry protest builds around the
room as my own blood thrums noisily in my veins. I can’t get sent home! I’d
rather die than go back to that apartment. All of a sudden, I don’t give a
monkey’s ass what’s up with all the lower-class volunteers. As long as I’m one
of those who travels to Thalassic City, I don’t care about anything else.
“Hush now.” He gestures wildly with his
hands. “There’s no need for concern.” He guzzles his drink before continuing.
“You’ll be segregated into groups of one hundred, and each group will be
assigned a designated unit within our Mock-Up Facility for the duration of the
stay here. During this time, you’ll meet with your Adaptation Officer who will
be with you each step of this exciting journey. He or she will explain their
role and outline how life will work in Thalassic City. There are certain things
you need to decide before leaving here. A team of medical experts will be
monitoring individual health on a daily basis to ensure that everyone who
travels to Thalassic City is acclimatized. This is a fantastic opportunity for
you all and an important next step for society. On behalf of the president, I’d
like to thank you for your commitment, and I wish you all the best of luck.”
He turns on his heel and all but runs off
the podium. Running scared, Mr. VP?
“Well, that was a big fat waste of time.”
Jenna stands stiffly.
“You’re not wrong. What a total idiot. I
can’t believe he’s entrusted with assisting the president to run this country.
I could have recited that speech with more emphasis and feeling in my little
toe.”
Jenna barks out a laugh as she loops her
arm through mine. “Here I was thinking you were a quiet one. I may have
underestimated you, my friend.” Her words warm the coldest parts of me.
Police officers line the corridors outside
the amphitheater, directing us to the giant cafeteria on the lower level.
Thereafter we are to retreat to our residential quarters for the night. Some
medical forms have been sent to our digipads, and we are informed that we need
to complete and submit same before we go to sleep.
I’m standing in line in the cafeteria with
Jenna when the strangest sensation overwhelms me. A desperate, burning need
accosts me. My body tingles all over as every cell and nerve ending strains and
writhes. My subconscious screams at me to turn around. Twisting around, I
urgently scan the line.
My eyes sweep left to right as I search
for the source of the energy and emotion churning inside me.
Then I spot him and everything else fades
into the background.
CHAPTER
3
Wide, keen, blue eyes, the color of the ocean, lock on mine,
and I forget how to breathe. He’s tall with fair skin and sleek jet-black hair
that falls in waves over his forehead into his eyes. His expressive mouth parts
gently as he notices me staring, and his lips curve upward.
I know I should look away but I can’t.
It’s as if my eyes are superglued to him.
He is easily the most gorgeous guy I’ve
ever seen. Like. Ever. He redefines “hot.” They should just list his name
underneath. No further explanation needed. He’s totally all that and more.
Broad shoulders fit snugly under his white
shirt, and taut muscles flex in his arm as he grips a tray. He’s not a
muscle-bound freak though, thank God. I don’t like that “I have boulders in my
biceps” look that a lot of guys seem to favor these days.
Although, it’s not surprising really.
Being in peak physical shape is important—the healthier we are, the longer we
can work—so the government permits daily gym sessions. Every factory has a
state of the art gym outfitted with the latest equipment. The guys in Medi-Tech
are addicted to training, and they never miss their scheduled hour. Me?
Stephen D (v1.1) Sullivan