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<blockquote data-quote="Sniktch" data-source="post: 1386362" data-attributes="member: 7704"><p>Registration just made Jimmy more uneasy. He was processed into the program along with the hundred or so other kids waiting in line. Questioning his peers, he found them to be just as clueless about what was happening as he was. One kid thought it was a special summer camp for advanced students, another’s parents made him come, and one girl he talked to, actually a freshman at Princeton University, had been under the impression that she was taking a summer internship.</p><p></p><p>The adults were tight lipped and not answering questions, but there was a… military feel to their uniforms and actions that just compounded Jimmy’s nervousness. Then finally it was his turn to be processed.</p><p></p><p>He approached the desk warily and was given a numbered name tag by a squat, bulldog looking woman in a nurse’s uniform. She tied a tag around the handle of his bag and threw it on a cart, then he was directed inside the building, all bare steel and artificial light, and then into a small room where another nurse awaited, this time a nervous, greasy looking man.</p><p></p><p>He was instructed to disrobe, and when he had, the man, still not answering any questions, collected his clothing and performed a full physical upon him. He was then issued a plain, drab jumpsuit of a dark greenish khaki color and given a shot. His clothing was not returned, but the contents of his pockets were: a worn leather wallet, a pack of matches, some loose change, a Bic lighter, and a pack of Marlboro Reds. Jimmy tried again to question the nurse, about the contents of the syringe and the program in general, but once more he was rebuffed, the man assuring him that all his questions would be answered soon.</p><p></p><p>After processing, he was shuffled back into the hallways and placed in another line, this time so he could be assigned a room. A lot of the kids were laughing and joking with each other, but here and there he could see his concerns and worries reflected in the eyes of his peers.</p><p></p><p>Jimmy shrugged. No sense worrying over something he couldn’t control, after all, and he could either enjoy himself and start making new friends or stand in line miserable and afraid. The nurse did assure him his questions would be answered soon, after all. If need be, he’d start worrying again when that happened, or when he had something more concrete to alarm him.</p><p></p><p>He noticed some sort of armed guard moving down the hallway, wearing futuristic looking black body armor with a pistol holstered at his hip. Jimmy also noticed that the man was smoking a cigarette, and that ‘No Smoking’ signs were absent in the hallways.</p><p></p><p>Jimmy grinned then, pulled a Red out of his pack and lit up. The first drag of smoke entered his lungs and he exhaled, feeling much calmer already. He turned to the kid next to him and started speaking, “Hey man, you have any idea what’s going on either? By the way, name’s Jimmy Lee.”</p><p></p><p>Jimmy offered his hand and the youth shook it. He was a sandy haired youth of medium build, dressed in the same drab jumpsuit. The nametag on his breast read “Jeff Connelly, 035672.” Jimmy glanced at his own: “Jim Lee, 044665.”</p><p></p><p>Jeff stared at the lit cigarette with a mixture of nervousness and longing. “Name’s Jeff, man,” he chuckled, pointing at his tag. “You sure you should be smoking in here? Aren’t you worried you’ll get in trouble?”</p><p></p><p>“Nah, didn’t you see that soldier or guard or whatever? He was smoking. Plus I don’t see any signs.”</p><p></p><p>“Cool,” Jeff paused for a moment, then, “Can I bum one from ya? Mine are all in my bag.”</p><p></p><p>“Sure thing,” Jimmy handed him a smoke and his lighter and they started talking. Some of the surrounding kids gave them dirty looks, but Jimmy returned these with grins and blew his smoke at them. They coughed and tried to ignore him.</p><p></p><p>His new friend Jeff was from a backwoods in Texas called Brenham. He lived with his mother; his father had been a Marine but had taken off when Jeff was two. Jeff didn’t really remember him. He didn’t know why he was here, but thought he’d signed up for an outdoor camp – a month of living in the rough and exploring the Montana wilderness.</p><p></p><p>“That sounded like a great time. Not so sure I like this under the mountain crap,” Jeff finished.</p><p></p><p>Jimmy started to reply when Jeff’s name was called, followed a moment later by his own. They had reached the front of the line at last, and each approached the desk and was handed a card with a room number and a small map showing the location of the room. Jimmy and Jeff compared cards and made the best discovery of the trip – they were roommates!</p><p></p><p>A short walk later they reached their room and decided that their ‘cell’ left a lot to be desired. For one thing they had two more roommates: a heavyset kid named Wade who was 18 but looked more like 30 (they soon discovered that this is what happened when you started drinking beer heavily at age 10) and a thin freckled redhead named Alan. The room was maybe 10 by 15 and had two bunk beds and a desk jammed into it, plus a door leading to a cramped bathroom and stand-up shower, and another door leading to a closet which held their bags and several extra jumpsuits. All the clothing had been removed from their luggage.</p><p></p><p>At least they were guys, thought Jimmy. He’d hate to be a girl in these living conditions. Jimmy introduced himself to his new roommates, took a quick restroom break, told Jeff he’d catch him later, and set out to explore the halls.</p><p></p><p>Next: A pleasant surprise…</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sniktch, post: 1386362, member: 7704"] Registration just made Jimmy more uneasy. He was processed into the program along with the hundred or so other kids waiting in line. Questioning his peers, he found them to be just as clueless about what was happening as he was. One kid thought it was a special summer camp for advanced students, another’s parents made him come, and one girl he talked to, actually a freshman at Princeton University, had been under the impression that she was taking a summer internship. The adults were tight lipped and not answering questions, but there was a… military feel to their uniforms and actions that just compounded Jimmy’s nervousness. Then finally it was his turn to be processed. He approached the desk warily and was given a numbered name tag by a squat, bulldog looking woman in a nurse’s uniform. She tied a tag around the handle of his bag and threw it on a cart, then he was directed inside the building, all bare steel and artificial light, and then into a small room where another nurse awaited, this time a nervous, greasy looking man. He was instructed to disrobe, and when he had, the man, still not answering any questions, collected his clothing and performed a full physical upon him. He was then issued a plain, drab jumpsuit of a dark greenish khaki color and given a shot. His clothing was not returned, but the contents of his pockets were: a worn leather wallet, a pack of matches, some loose change, a Bic lighter, and a pack of Marlboro Reds. Jimmy tried again to question the nurse, about the contents of the syringe and the program in general, but once more he was rebuffed, the man assuring him that all his questions would be answered soon. After processing, he was shuffled back into the hallways and placed in another line, this time so he could be assigned a room. A lot of the kids were laughing and joking with each other, but here and there he could see his concerns and worries reflected in the eyes of his peers. Jimmy shrugged. No sense worrying over something he couldn’t control, after all, and he could either enjoy himself and start making new friends or stand in line miserable and afraid. The nurse did assure him his questions would be answered soon, after all. If need be, he’d start worrying again when that happened, or when he had something more concrete to alarm him. He noticed some sort of armed guard moving down the hallway, wearing futuristic looking black body armor with a pistol holstered at his hip. Jimmy also noticed that the man was smoking a cigarette, and that ‘No Smoking’ signs were absent in the hallways. Jimmy grinned then, pulled a Red out of his pack and lit up. The first drag of smoke entered his lungs and he exhaled, feeling much calmer already. He turned to the kid next to him and started speaking, “Hey man, you have any idea what’s going on either? By the way, name’s Jimmy Lee.” Jimmy offered his hand and the youth shook it. He was a sandy haired youth of medium build, dressed in the same drab jumpsuit. The nametag on his breast read “Jeff Connelly, 035672.” Jimmy glanced at his own: “Jim Lee, 044665.” Jeff stared at the lit cigarette with a mixture of nervousness and longing. “Name’s Jeff, man,” he chuckled, pointing at his tag. “You sure you should be smoking in here? Aren’t you worried you’ll get in trouble?” “Nah, didn’t you see that soldier or guard or whatever? He was smoking. Plus I don’t see any signs.” “Cool,” Jeff paused for a moment, then, “Can I bum one from ya? Mine are all in my bag.” “Sure thing,” Jimmy handed him a smoke and his lighter and they started talking. Some of the surrounding kids gave them dirty looks, but Jimmy returned these with grins and blew his smoke at them. They coughed and tried to ignore him. His new friend Jeff was from a backwoods in Texas called Brenham. He lived with his mother; his father had been a Marine but had taken off when Jeff was two. Jeff didn’t really remember him. He didn’t know why he was here, but thought he’d signed up for an outdoor camp – a month of living in the rough and exploring the Montana wilderness. “That sounded like a great time. Not so sure I like this under the mountain crap,” Jeff finished. Jimmy started to reply when Jeff’s name was called, followed a moment later by his own. They had reached the front of the line at last, and each approached the desk and was handed a card with a room number and a small map showing the location of the room. Jimmy and Jeff compared cards and made the best discovery of the trip – they were roommates! A short walk later they reached their room and decided that their ‘cell’ left a lot to be desired. For one thing they had two more roommates: a heavyset kid named Wade who was 18 but looked more like 30 (they soon discovered that this is what happened when you started drinking beer heavily at age 10) and a thin freckled redhead named Alan. The room was maybe 10 by 15 and had two bunk beds and a desk jammed into it, plus a door leading to a cramped bathroom and stand-up shower, and another door leading to a closet which held their bags and several extra jumpsuits. All the clothing had been removed from their luggage. At least they were guys, thought Jimmy. He’d hate to be a girl in these living conditions. Jimmy introduced himself to his new roommates, took a quick restroom break, told Jeff he’d catch him later, and set out to explore the halls. Next: A pleasant surprise… [/QUOTE]
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