Anything else, Ben?” I start to say something else about how they must have really, really liked lying to say Mr. “Probably that it was a great thing that I was a teacher and that my life didn’t suck. “I don’t know what they’d say about me,” Mr. Harper, do you think back then students would think you were something other than a fat, ugly skin sack?” Harper, do you think that back then students would think you were something other than a fat, ugly skin sack? Then I say, “Mr. “Back then a teacher might’ve told Ben, who we know is a dummy, that he was smart or that if he would just apply himself, he’d do better.” The class laughs ’cause they think a world where I’m smart is hee-haw. I can feel him thinking me into an example. Looking over, being nosy ’cause sometimes I do that, I see Samantha log into her class pad: I would have been pretty/beautiful. It’s not all good though, since no opti-select means no chance of being perfect either. But I’m also not unoptimal, so I wasn’t going to look like Samantha, which is good. Samantha is “unoptimal.” That’s the official name for people like her, whose optimization screwed up and made their bodies horrible. Sometimes, kids who get pre-birth opti-selected come out all messed up.

Her face is squished so bad she’s always looking in two different directions. Harper points a finger at Samantha, who sits next to me, “that she was beautiful, even though, obviously, she is hideous.” Samantha nods her ugly head showing she understands. It was so bad that it would not have been uncommon for people to tell Samantha,” Mr. This made a world of distrust and misfortune, which led to both Big Wars.”

Sacrificing themselves, their efficiency, and their wants. Harper continues in his bored voice, “science and philosopher guys realized that people had been living wrong the whole time before. I do bad at school because sometimes I think when I should be learning. I was thinking about going to the nurse for some pre-lunch Good.

Harper went back to talking about the time before the Turn, which came after the Big Quick War, which came after the Long Big War. Harper says, twisting his ugly body toward us, “you should shut your mouth because you’re a youth-teen who doesn’t know shit about shit, and I’m a full-middler who’s been teaching this stuff for more years than I’m proud of.” “I’m aggressive ’cause I think you don’t know shit.”

“Suck one and die,” says Scotty, a tall, mostly-true, kid.

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