Cities, Heterotopias & Science Fiction (F19)

Draft 1 - Section 4

I wake up to my alarm going off at seven. I jump up out of bed and begin getting ready for the day. Once I’m ready I go over a few more materials until ten till eight. At that time I head down the hall to my bracelet waiting with bated breath for my schedule to come in. Right at eight, I hear the small beep indicating the arrival of today’s schedule. I immediately put in my access code and open it. For the first day in over a week my schedule has at last changed. I read the schedule and feel my heart skip a beat as I see the words:


Life Test   — 10:00


Rest of Schedule To Be Determined


My excitement is overwhelming. I won’t even have to wait through the Break like Sophia had too. It’s my first stop of the day, I just have to head over to the Testing Center and wait for the next phase of my life to begin. I sit at the table almost bouncing from excitement. Mother and Father look pleased today, obviously due to the fact that their child is becoming an official member of the Nation today. 

My Father smiles as he asks the same question as every morning, “So, how’s your schedule today?”

My Mother responds quickly, “Oh you know the same thing as everyday.” She glances in my direction a large smile on her face and gives a look that signals the approval to speak.

I take a deep breath to calm myself. I’m practically already an official member, it’s time to act like it. Attempting to sound like it’s nothing special I simply state, “My Life Test has been scheduled for ten this morning after that it’s still to be determined.”

I glance down failing to keep my giddy grin off of my face and her laughing. 

“Arilyn dear, it’s ok to be happy,” Mother says while chuckling. 

“You should have seen me on the day of my Life Test,” Father says with a glaze over his eyes while remembering. “A little laugh and smile isn’t anything strange at all.” 

“We are so proud of you and know that you will play the perfect part of wherever you end up,” Mother states her gaze filled with tears, while my Father looks at me with pride. 

“I love you guys so much. Thank you for raising me and I promise to play my part as perfect as I can,” I reply with tears starting to collect in my eyes. 

“Now, now. Don’t cry, be happy thinking about the future,” Mother reassures. 

I sniffle and pull myself together. We eat the rest of breakfast talking about stories from my childhood. What a nice way to end this connection with my parents. 


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