Today is the day. Today is the day for which he was trained for. He is training for. He was training for. Just he doesn’t know it yet. He knows it. He will know it. Or he won’t.

The classroom is filled with noise as Alexander is entering, but it doesn’t stop because of it, it never does. It should’ve stop. but he lost that chance time ago because of magnanimity, or so is what he thinks. They thought because of weakness, as they have grown is a controlled space, with a narrowed narrative. Ignorant. As they make it themselves. As he made them himself.

But Alexander doesn’t mind. Why would he? He knows deep inside that when the day comes; it will change no matter what they think or wants. It they want to survive. If not… they won’t drag him down. intervened a stray thread born of his youthful frustration.

As he walks with measured steps to his desk, he feels his hairs standing up and down, his pupils dilating, heartbeat quicking and slowing. His body has been detecting the clues since a few months ago; the infinitesimal change in the water. The no so longer pure flavor of the air. The light a few photons less than usual. Changes so infinitesimal that his conscious mind ignore, but his body doesn’t. Even as gradual as the deteriorate has been.

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Has the growth finally hitting me? He thoughts irritated with his body. Irritated but there’s also a spark of dread, dread of what he knows not-knowing has been ignoring. Dread of not having time to complete his immature (not so because of the stage of the plan, but also because of he when the plan started) plan. Of having wasting the years with it. The resources.

But as soon that spark comes to be, it comes to at end. Processed but not fully discarded, just sidelined to another thread of his processing thinking, hibernating to not waste energy, but still being in a remote location of his consciousness to affront it when needed. That’s the gift of their brains, of their evolution. Of their misery.

Or it could be an allergic reaction of the silver in my blood. Even though it should be impossible after all this years. Unless… he killed that thread instantly without changing his corporeal facade, just looked blankly at his teacher who had just stand up from her sit at the center-front of the room.

“Today is the day.” She yelled while taking out a gun from her clothes.

“Today is the day” a celebratory and mechanical voice sounded from the speakers in the room

The lights suddenly went out. A gunshot. Screams and sirens interlocking in a dizzying crescendo. Safety mechanism hurriedly activated. All happened at the same time, all while the voice multiplicated itself on the speakers.

“Today is the day” was sound as if thousands celebratory soulless mechanical entities where on the speakers.