2-Please, tell me more
After only a moment Ryan had said that, a huge swam of Interns came rushing in with metal plates. On those plates was guck, the most common thing that is served at lunchtime. Nobody knew what was in it, and people didn’t want to know, or else they’d probably throw up. Ryan and Carla were lucky because they were nearest to the door and got served first. There was a small metal pit about three inches deep, two feet wide and six feet long. This was how the food got served. The intern put the plate into the pit and slid it to the other side. Carla got it out and set it in the middle of the cell. Ryan and Carla both sat down and started to eat.
Nobody talked, because that was another rule. No talking during Breakfast, Lunch, and Supper. If anyone did, they would get their food taken away. In about fifteen minutes, all of the interns were gone, and the whole floor was dead silent.
All of the security cameras in the cells kept a close eye on the twelve-year-olds. ‘They’re completely unexpected little brats.’ As sligs always say. Luckily, not a single child ‘Ewed’ or ‘Yucked’ the food. They’ve eaten this stuff for a while now, and they’re quite used to it, too. All of the vykers tried to tell all the humans what was in this stuff, but Kill-Gun always seemed to cut him off.
When Ryan, Carla, and the rest of the twelve-year-olds were done, they simply slid their tray onto the other side so that the Interns could pick them up and bring them to the dishwashers (which were most commonly vykers). The Interns came rushing in once again in a shortly elapsed amount of time. They now came in just as fast as ever, like locusts. Once all the plates were picked up (every Intern had about thirty to fifty dishes to carry), they carried them over to the twelve-year-old dishwashing area.
“Attention all humans.’ Said Kill-Gun in a voice box on every floor. “You runts are going to be on a job in ten minutes. Don’t get too comfortable.”
Ryan and Carla sat down once again.
“Please, tell me more.” Ordered Carla.
“Very well” Replied Ryan.
He shuffled his hands and continued on with his story.
“I was awakened by a slig, because it kicked me. ‘Wake up!’ He was yelling. I got up on my hands and knees. I found myself inside this building. Only it wasn’t in this cell. We were at the hundred thirty-ninth floor, known as the depot. I got up on my hands and knees. I was no longer in the net. Everyone was separated from me with sligs kicking everybody. ‘What is this place? Where am I?’ I kept asking him as I followed him. It was uncomfortable walking with him, because he had his gun pointing at me all the time. ‘You are in the Oddworld Human Capacity building.’ He replied.
“I was really confused. Lots of sligs were following other humans with guns as well. ‘Where am I going?’ I asked. ‘To your new home.’ The slig replied. I was thinking, ‘New home? What is he talking about?’
“Then, all of us went down an elevator, always stopping at a floor wither saying, ‘One-hundred-twenty-year-olds go here’ or ‘Eighty-one-year-olds go here’. When I finally got into my cell, I saw you in there, too. Once the slig closed the barred door, he explained everything. I guess that’s how it went down.”
“That’s very interesting, Ryan.” Carla commented. “How do you remember these things?”
“I’m unlike any other child. I am a destiny child.” Replied Ryan. He got up from the bench and held the bars of the sliding door. He could barely see any movement. "I wish I could be free, Carla.”
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