Technological Singularity

Half of the students immediately raised their hands, all wanting to answer first, and all obviously after the credits.

Emir took no offense to that, of course; he previously gave them the stick, so now the carrot was necessary.

"You, back there." 

He pointed at some unnamed student near the back of the classroom.

His intentions were apparent.

Show the image of justice, of equality; he wouldn't act like one of those nobles who disregarded the less fortunate, the impure.

While he didn't care about them, such a sight would look bad on his resume, so he acted the part of a good teacher.

And the students picked up on that. 

"Thank you for picking me, Professor!" 

At least… the part about him being good.

"It's fine; just don't waste my time and answer."

———— wasn't discouraged by Emir's stern words and spoke with a smile: