Not far inside a zoology class doorway, a dusky woman draped by green peppermint blouse & self immersion, toyed with one huge braid in efforts not to touch her brow or heart-shaped face. For the attire wrap was more than painted in place. The agent was trying to pick apart this term ‘hayseed,’ often floaTeased between class halls: - "it's being directed at a Type that seems re$ourcefully capable = in tune with nature, yet culturally maladaptive. If only those two humaNester ClimaTEnd coulDisCover more balms to fuse their ideals." While this intellect, Vlawph’Olqgemuurz, could agree on keeping some defense mechanisms in place, still, demographic barriers to unification seemed as difficult in multiplicity to distinguish from fashionable $language brushed alongside abandoned vocabulary; stubBurNest! was it not believed all Struts & flutters of life, just as each body function, were crucial to fluidity?..?

So the ForeMatter was poised as a 44 year-old scientific assistant, using Zabeya Pocgendi as an alias for the commission. This sounded Ethnically removed, but lent grace for realistiCult'Share articulation = gUnlike Vlawph should shower queer on hew'mourn ear. Over the previouSix months, only the children of gossiping glut held the slightest misgivings about any purvey*sieve behavior mixed into her uptight aura +|- so any suspicions surrounding her presence were meREduced to nosy speck'you*Lay-shuns. A few were catching on in isolated incidents {to her mirage of visage}- but infomercials and social media had conditioned humanity to remain unmoved by hearsay. Fairly univerSail unfortunately...

Truth of the Matters revolving?: what it cost to go around sk'infLection-shrugging was near collapse of a Geology Giant. ~ rotors & Ventricles, told primed equivalent to a Billion thermal human Textiles. The invention wasn’t any huge secret for a decade now among CrystallioNail cloaks, Spec'traveLed, even most Beak-hammering Contours...: seedy parcels from 3 research Agencies bloomed around a seasonal stroke of amiAbility, converging tough-willed as flower pollen. But as the Shell-cart of hearts began to echo with enamor, postulations rose about how closely Mage & engineering expertise were merging. Or had there ever really been a difference? Since the Spectre Tents had been dismanTrolled & a substitute yet to be restruct'$hored... chord~LensinGears more ethereal than Socket=symphonics were needed to forge chArmor no more DecipheRoars could rend!

Yet in the immediate Domain, defectiveness still rang warped: folks were seeking fearfully, minimally, with Cargo loads scavenged primarily from childhood traditions. They go following the curve of the horizon in a perpetual wheel-drive, all cruising for Velocity, yet so few calculating escape angle Trajectory. 'Tis necessity for an individual to coordinate a charm to wave at every authority’s post... Over these measures, the Orbitals' forte & mission had become to captivate some youth, by appraising Bold, alter*Native activities before the imitation of Age enveloped them in Crowds of Flowmi'Liar Trance.

The class before lunch was now filling with half-starved students, clouding the environment, perspiring with non-curricular anticipations. This Zbendi Grand PiersunAmp retraced its prerogative tasks. Indentured servitude was rampant the lasTime this prospector had defected a bundle of Roman’ticulates out to Persia to begin tenderizing empirical policies: including some surviving Atlant’chains. The Tides were turning now. There would hardly be heartfelt reasoning until less patronizing rudiments were invoked from thin~laced gLand SnugGestions.

The North American region had allegedly attracted the rejuvenated Spirits of Webtune & VestuREZdisCrawl. Aside from the regions surrounding Malaysia, there was no riper powerhouse for revoLuminaries than this: the Caribbean scad of variously governed islands. The Prospector’s g“Losst,” buried Eye-glands, fanned out earnestly like each sidling pig-tail, braiding all between the tables: (scopes not visible to human of course).

Hmmm.. which of these infants' dispositions would prove prone to incorporating paths such as the diametrically opposed clasps of Byproduc’Timed mechanisms? Or at least, reverberate among the layered sways of a stripe-staggered contour... Why was this scrappy wanderer stationed among a theme as Biology? = well the topics of selective permeability swiftly lend bridges to philosophy. Philosophy, being the first stepping stone in the Stairtower leading to Polarized Craft - + *((a.k.a Vector~SpiRoll%Snug Match'Licks}}* - +

Five youth in this hour had been pressured to bond by the seating chart, & thus come to make ripe candidates: two males displayed trademark heritage from North Assyria & southern Rome, plus two females from even more archaic roots: Indonesia & Meso-america. But Grand Phlawq nearly split triple-tongues at expired taste - these newfangled offspring harbored some jeering over the topography of Unibrowse. Trivial. Perhaps it did make one seem crotchety... If only this gloVEnTendon Wreath could be squashed SAFELY, then the defiant ~#uniBROWSE*~ would undoubtedly be smoothly concealed.

“Da pig-tails are only a slight relief,” a freshman of darker complexion than Zabeya, was saying of VlawP around one of the bulky tables among zoologic Imitations. The spade fastened to the tip of his sharp-handled nose, flared tersely with displeasure among chocolate eyes. “...Her intents feel misplaced by dat GrufForeheaDrippinGainst doze deep-set peepers n' top-Heavy build...”

“Women come in aaall shapes & sizes,” countered a Pale twig from a stool across the way. A silver hair crown tilted a double-halo as it constrained Tracey’s wispy golden waves. “I don’t weigh a hundred pounds, more torso than leg, AND a neck full of moles, Liam; WHY are you being so superficial?” She was upset because she considered him bold as a Lion the way he dressed, but just as upRoarious as one.

“Yeah, misterEye shadow-&-threads,” JeRome chipped through notched gaps in his pearly mouth. He flitted droopy eyelids, while his sapphire orbs smoldered rings of amber, below the bite of a tawny buzz cut.

LiaMade dimples bloom with snark below twighLit eyelids, overshadowing baggy gold outfit & swirling purple sneakers. “May be right, Trax: she prob just old & careless.” //the twig was dually known for spelling her name differently, depending on her mood\\. But unto Jeromeo, the freshman stiffened a derogatory fingernail above the table’s edge who'Skin reflected a bit like Saturn. “Now if i were born with flashy colors & rosy lips like you Romeo, I wouldn’t need much paint.”

“He left out your build is like Mega-Dwarf hammer, Nehemiah,” snorted a short-scalped brunette, Anika, through a curvy sandflat of nose & formerly cleft upper-lip {surgically instated, & atypically notched}. Not too tough to blend over with lipstick.

“Don’t call me eeda them things, Shawt-spear,” pleaded the ostentatious fifteen-year old, aiming the squattiest finger of any student in the school. “AinNo reason ta use my entire name - & fer ya info, dare's a baby dwarf’s-wortHanging like wax, on dat old Bag’s nose.”

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Trent sneered beside them, sparing none with fiery crinkle~sweeps of hair. “I Betty short Nika could play the angry wife to his BarNee-hemiah Flintstone." (even his tongue pouted after scraping around that Flint-Twister). “But i sense that we’re all just snappin’ hungry,” suggested the portly kid, who then patted his stomach. “I know I can’t keep my irritations to myself when I’m famished.” Then the olive-beans of his eyes hovereDreamed off, somewhere among a cafeteria...

“Oh,” a sting in TraSea’s gray eyes, disagreed. “Therrre’s an expensive excuse. And my right ear is grotesque with the weight of all this ridicule - nothing to do with a fetus misfire.”

'Hemiah stuttered his stocky chin as he processed. {Spongy satellites o' floppy Hightop skull crumbled into heiro-Cliffs underneath, like a frosted cake} = “I don’t mean for it to come off that way. I get eye-jaundice from time to time & year-round allergies," he snuffled. "But here’s my beef: jus look at the way dat ol’ bird tries to carry herself like a celeb,” he invited peeks towards Ol’gendi. “But ain't gaining traction as nothing but a selLob, be i right??”

Zbendi’s skull glistened, & the greasy brow made it seem like she was fresh out of a sauna. Her sprawling fingers were rigidly clinging to some kind of check sheet, {pecking out volts!} behind a lone-seated boy at another table. He hadn’t unloaded any class materials from his slender pack, and the creases etched into her face, shifted sourly as she scribbled across the paper. She was not especially tall, but with XL torso rolls, her white slacks steepled the underside of her waist to impose a razor-edged effect. Liam twisted his neck away when she glanced up with resignation - the rapidness of it indicating he had searched her activity. Gambit pounced her like a prying mantis, scrambling her eyes all manner of juniper confetti.

“Well confidence," Romeo strained with a whiSPlash, "is more complicated than physique, ya twit; she’s not like us, from boondocks-Nowhere,” the stringy six-feeTriangle torso decided, scratching a zit-cragged layer of forehead scars.

“That,” traced TraX. “May be the most probable presumption I’ve heard today.”

“There doesn’t seem anything unnerving about her strut,” clucked Anika’s gizzard, mossy eyes swooping, “Just seems to be the domineering type. What I worry about is the fiery eyeliner on the daily...”

“Actually,” Trent returned through waxy lips, “I do get sort of concerned ’bout the way those shoulders hunch loose, & her right hip seems stiff behind every movement.”

“Now you people catching on!” Struck Liam, flexing patchy eyebrows. “She’s bony in wrist & ankle, yet somehow doze shoulders look like dey snuck away some football pads, bulging the blouse like that. And dat ass be an umbrella.”

Romeo stopped humming something to himself which sounded skeptical. “Lot of things could cause hip damage or back inflammation - sheer weight, car wreck, aerobics accident...”

“There’s a body that’s seen it’s fair share of adventure...” permitted Traci.

“Agg, good going, Trix!” Nika lurched. “She’s Adventuring this way now!”

Trace muttered, “Sure, because my voice is the one that carries..."

Zabeya meandered closer over the linoleum, with curious circum'Spect. They hushed, pretending to fuss with utensils or groom notebooks, (ever sampling gazes from corners of retina). G.P.A shuffle-strolled to a halt right behind Liam, chin jousting like a lance above the pinwheeling forest blouse. “Cramming for the Final Exam at the week’s end?” the adult playfully accused. “Let me tip you off, that it’s not multiple choice - you’ve got to coordinate your hands with memorized terms to peel away skin that superficial matters cloak...” unloaded Teach, never lowering her documents or pen from the draw of her elbow. “Isn’t it quite captivating to dissect what makes mechanismzzz - Tick.?”

TraXi’s pixie-quilted nose abbreviated a sneeze over one shoulder, assuming the co-operative instructor may’ve overheard snippets of their suspended discussion.

Nika & Romeo were the only ones who chanced a gaze across the Vlaw'Mrz steep Brow, {perpetually engraved fissures toiling along the underside of this Lady’s chin.} Zabeya could certainly classify as a dissection project. Anika’s round jaw suddenly contorted with venomous chunks. “I just LOVE comparing organ shapes & flexibility right before lunch. I should have made my counselor switch my hours...”

“It’s of utmost importance to maintain homeostasis; channel hungry angst & forge a Repertoire,” stabbed Pluq'gendi from behind the squeeze-dropped sockets of fiery lashes.

Trent mumbled something that began: “Didn’t know this was a foreign language class...”

“What kind of unlucky beast is it this time, Doc Poc?” Romeo attempted to both cover Trent’s crassness & ignore her advice with one relevant, sweeping statement. His wet lips peeled, composing how much he could withhold his incisors from resembling scalpels.

“Dragonfly,” Gemuurz replied, eyes replicating Anika's hazel Conflicts, temples throbbing imperciptib)Rippooles.

“We’ve not done any of those this year!” upbraided Anika.

“That’s the template someone decided to pattern great Helicopters after,” VlaQ'holz buzzed like a swarm of insects. “But fishies will alternatively, be offered.”

Nika sulked, far from enthusiastic.

Liam dragged stalwart fingertips under the Canopy of his hairline, sloping across his temple. “Can’t wait to gid into paleontology at University - then I can avoid all dis tissue, and deal strittly wit dry bones. Gonna be a couple lawn years of waiting... but at lead insects god less meat.”

“Speaking of anatomy, Teach, what’s up with your limp?” Nika splashed like the snowy arrow, plastering the back of her scalp. Even Liam’s cocky jawline decomposed when she unabashedly addressed the issue.

“Is it still that pronounced?” Zabeya stiffened, placing an appendage hip-side, almost sullenly. “When I was scarcely past the age of your likes, there was an experimental Exhaust fuel of sorts being tinkered with. I approached too eagerly near the system, & simply fortunate no blowback from the Vents wasted the entire circumference of my waist. But my lungs were polluted for a while.”

The flock of adolescent features squinted with sympathy, while trying to unpack the pieces of info.

“Mutiny is common in a grouProject,” she revised gratefully, but her unexposed nostrils silently channeled the murk snapping along her eardrums. “But what sticks like shadows with me... was the push that poisoned leading-Edge Minds. Mutativ3ly so.”

Trent chewed over his invisi-flab jawline. Jerome slipped down his melty eyelids, along craters. Liam brooded over his allergies & liver dysfunction. Trace suffered a trick’ling draaggg behind the ruffled flaps of that darned deformed ear all the way down over callous neck bumps... Wishing, wishing, wishing, wishing!

EveNika swam behind her over-hanging lip, & forearms she had been waxing since age 13, growing more sympathetic.

“It was a virtual reality flEck'SpeaRaiment,” Gemuurz partiaLied, recalling how the environment had turned all aspects of churning Gas... The sonic-thrash refashioned every limb, each. SoliDarity. a must~celle. L'odge-jam within infinite billowing membranes of cosmiCurtains, hurtling with elasticity!~!@)_ )_& The imprints of the medallion Palace punified the core of him, ^Or T'Hem?! > gRripPowDared from inside the rotating edge of a spool back OUTWARD -- careening, VIGOROUSLY unafraid to combine -- realizing too late,... -- to drown just like the rest, wishing in a Flood of Craft...

Grand PH'old snapped cranium to one side, careening back from the wiles & dials of Capacity. “When we succeeded at implementing the data, my task became to fortify the Flux~width programs with rendering versatility. For every End-game, reflex must be able to vent again$Tacking strain. I suggested to install not only motion images, but herBook for aroma.”

Trent leaned back, drumming stubby, perplexed fingers near a Rainbow Logo on his black shorts: “You’re kinda blithering on in a riddly-strange way I can’t gather. But it kinda makes sense, in a nerd-brain sorta way -- since you seem to be some kind of Program coder.”

"More like a hardware installer," affirmed Pocgendi. "Perhaps I should speak on the atmospheriChamber itself..."