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Lacey shook out her golden hair. Deborah eyed her daughter,” We’re here Lacey, this is where you’ll find out your vocation.”
“But I don’t even know what I’ll wear tomorrow. I’m not even sixteen.”
“The judges decide. Since long ago, each consecutive group of them provides citizens with the right jobs.”
” I’ve many interests. Not one.”
“Life isn’t fair, Lacey.”
Deborah smoothed her skirt down three times.”They don’t know your thoughts. But the rigorous testing you’ve done, your DNA, genetic lineage, your social interactions, and other scientific data guides the Judges.”
“But you said they don’t know my thoughts?”
“They’re not going to ask for your opinion. They know.”
“That’s the problem, Mom. There’s more than ‘knowing.’ There’s that feeling that tells you your purpose deep down.”
“They Judges don’t consider feelings or emotions. They don’t see people beyond their job skills.”
Deborah shushed Lacey. Her hands trembled. “Whatever they say, Lacey, that’s your vocation.”
“Outcasts don’t last long, your father’s one and that life’s harsh. They’ll watch out for that ‘rebellious spirit’ in you.”
“I can’t keep my true-self masked. I’ll be miserable.”
“No one’s happy here,” Deborah whispered.
But Lacey didn’t hear her. Deborah watched her daughter ascend the ancient silver staircase and knew her daughter would be searching for her father soon.
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