“Your exam. Two men conflicting. Decide who is correct and who is not. Do you understand?”
Ares, thought Watson with disdain, what a pugnacious planet. They don’t even bother with courtesy. The only reason she was even trying for this post was for her resume. I can’t believe Ares is the hotspot for anthropology. Stupid society.
She started, “Oh, yes, sir. I understand quite w-well.” She stumbled over her words.
“One deci-day,” he continued, “no exception. Enter this room. Begin immediately.”
Watson strode into the room with what she hoped was confidence to see a single screen hovering in the centre of the panelled dome. Recognizing the imported Kronite, she immediately zeroed in on the icon of an hourglass in the corner. She tapped it with a spider-like finger and the screen …show more content…
That never sounds good. She swiped to the left and rewound their lifelines. Here and there, she caught glimpses of both men. Smith and Anderson, standing for their own ideals, presenting the most beautiful of arguments.
Oh, how she loved them both! But wait. Since when had they decided to go to war? This shouldn’t have happened. No, something was wrong, terribly wrong. These men were diplomats, not soldiers! Where? Where did they go wrong? How did they go wrong?
She scrambled through lifelines, ripped through events, until finally—finally, she found it. The chain of events that pivoted the men’s lives and sent them plummeting down, straight to the inferno called War.
“Yeah! Go at it!”
“Ye’re a man! Fight ’im!”
“In this world, proper men fight, not with words, but with their own bare hands.”
Stupid society.
“Smith, in honour of king and country. . . .”
“Anderson, in honour of king and country. . . .”
Stupid society.
“In this world. . . .”
Stupid society.
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
Time was up. The examiner walked in. “Have you reached a conclusion, ma’am?”
She quirked a brow. “Yes, sir, I have.”
Stupid
Ares, thought Watson with disdain, what a pugnacious planet. They don’t even bother with courtesy. The only reason she was even trying for this post was for her resume. I can’t believe Ares is the hotspot for anthropology. Stupid society.
She started, “Oh, yes, sir. I understand quite w-well.” She stumbled over her words.
“One deci-day,” he continued, “no exception. Enter this room. Begin immediately.”
Watson strode into the room with what she hoped was confidence to see a single screen hovering in the centre of the panelled dome. Recognizing the imported Kronite, she immediately zeroed in on the icon of an hourglass in the corner. She tapped it with a spider-like finger and the screen …show more content…
That never sounds good. She swiped to the left and rewound their lifelines. Here and there, she caught glimpses of both men. Smith and Anderson, standing for their own ideals, presenting the most beautiful of arguments.
Oh, how she loved them both! But wait. Since when had they decided to go to war? This shouldn’t have happened. No, something was wrong, terribly wrong. These men were diplomats, not soldiers! Where? Where did they go wrong? How did they go wrong?
She scrambled through lifelines, ripped through events, until finally—finally, she found it. The chain of events that pivoted the men’s lives and sent them plummeting down, straight to the inferno called War.
“Yeah! Go at it!”
“Ye’re a man! Fight ’im!”
“In this world, proper men fight, not with words, but with their own bare hands.”
Stupid society.
“Smith, in honour of king and country. . . .”
“Anderson, in honour of king and country. . . .”
Stupid society.
“In this world. . . .”
Stupid society.
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
Time was up. The examiner walked in. “Have you reached a conclusion, ma’am?”
She quirked a brow. “Yes, sir, I have.”
Stupid