Brin scoffed. “You’re always thinking instead of listening. You know that’ll get you into trouble one day.”
For the second time that morning, I bit my tongue to keep from saying something I might later regret.
* * * *
The Oversight Center was the tallest building in the entire Colony, towering above its neighbors and seeming to scrape the clouds. I stared up as we approached, my head back as I tried to see the top, but another elbow from Brin made me stop. The Teacher held the door as we filed inside, two at a time. Our tags beeped as we entered, though I thought mine made a slightly different sound than the others. I stopped in mid-step, confused, but Brin pulled me inside after her before I held up the line.
A worker stepped around a white desk and approached, console in hand. She glanced at me—I saw the look—but it was the Teacher she addressed. “Thank you so much for accommodating this visit, C-4542,” she said with a smile. “I’m sure your class will enjoy the tour.”