I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean? We’re supposed to take a test to see if we’re fit for this—”
“True,” he said, nodding. “But the test is nothing more than protocol. Procedure, really. If you’re supposed to become a Monitor, then it’s already encoded in your genetic makeup. You’ve had it in you since birth.”
What?!“We get to choose our career,” I said, my voice quivering. “We get to pick—”
“And we always pick the thing we’re born to do,” he replied. “It’s in the Code. Look it up.”
I sat in stunned silence, trying to ignore the faint smirk I saw playing around the edges of his thin lips. So everythingwas decided for us ahead of time? Our Other, our career, our entire lives?
I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t
But then…look at Brin, I thought. Chosen for me, perfect—for me. When I found the right job, would it fit as snugly into my life as she did ? Would it be almost too right?
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