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I sat at the seat in the fifth row.
A boy to my right started sweating profusely at the question he stared at in the paper before him.
Is it that hard?
I thought to myself, as i looked at the papwr sheet intensively. I never once thought that this is the worst question, infact we have faced more loving rules while we were here.
The Nursery was a child's heaven we have been looked after, fed with delicacies and given the education that every child needed.
At the age of five, i hated the times i was beaten up sometimes we are left almost lifeless.
Our windpipe half heartedly been crushed by the adults who sought to teach us discipline. We are are fed with information about everything in the world.
We are given the intelligence that we needed, we aren't fed with mindless information, We are a master at what we do, we do not take stupid risks we only make actions that is flawless.
The one's considered the master at everything are simply fool's that cannot pick an expertise in making them exceptional in that field.
But….
I am one of the fools i despise.
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A young Woman with a brown hair, came in with a clip board on her hands. The Labatory where the analysis of the children of each in each room can be fully brought into attention.
She walked up to the director, a man with black hair and a drained look on his face.
"Sir, number 42 is showing some interesting progress in the last two weeks"
Removes the glasses from his eyes, that he used in examining some files as he responds to her.
"Hmmm i would like you to show me this development although am already past my shift"
"Don't worry sir, this is going to be a thought breaking progress"
"I hope so, cause i really am past my shift"
quit complaining, she thought to herself
They made their way from the lab to the monitor room.
"As you can see, the number 42 is in the middle of competing with the computer Eisa, his best record was 87, which is very high in terms of IQ but right now he is growing non stop he is on the top of 96 and still ongoing."
The Director narrowed his eyes to the screen that showed number 42.
The number 42 played a drastic move that seems irrational which shocked the Director as his eyes grew wide.
42 made the move drastic move to force the Machine Eisa to make a reckless play.
Now Eisa made her piece to move in the shape of L like a knight, but 42 used this as an advantage and blocked all possible paths for her piece to move with his special piece. Now Eisa has to take a very obvious move that 42 can read, while the Director watched in horror as the young child is dominating the Machine that think of a million move in a second.
But 42 closed off these openings letting him take control with his special piece, since he minimized the number of plays Eisa can make.
The Director and the Woman watched in awe, this made the other workers curious about what could surprise the Director of all people.
They also joined in to watch the brutal game of wit's on the monitor showing 42 and Eisa battle.
Eisa took the advantage and went for a killing move at his king so 42 blocked this with a rook and at the same time Eisa took out the rook with her queen. Everyone thought that 42 was at lost again, but.....
...… that wasn't the case
The Director looked confused on how 42 still had a confident look on his face, till he understood what was about to happen.
42 lured in the queen of Eisa and already sets up a trap that has the queen in a choke hold also threatening her King, Eisa quickly brings back her queen but 42 just brought out his knight to the box H8.
"Did he just beat the Eisa and restart the whole game like it was nothing"
Checkmate.
42 sat there in silence as he restarted the game again.
The Director was in disbelief at what he just witnessed including the others in the room.
The woman had her mouth agap, she wanted to speak but the words wouldn't come out.
44 is a Nursery student who was considered to be the best in room 3.
He came to the large room with a white chair that i was seated in and white walls.
He sat close to me cause the chairs was placed close to each other with a white table and another chair placed in front of us.
We are made to seat there on silence as the only thing resounding was the clock
Tick
Tock
" What number are you"
He was talking to me? it was not surprising but rather odd.
" Number 42"
"Oh, you're the success of the Nursery"
" I won't say success, i am no where near Peak Human"
" But you're the closest to it aren't you?"
" I support …..you're right"
"That's amazing, i hope you come out successful as the Peak Human" He spoke with enthusiasm, and curious eyes.
" Well….. whatever you think, although i appreciate your wishes, it's proven to br futile "
"Futile?"
He questioned me as he tilted his head to the side.
"It is highly unlikely that they will be such a thing as peak human"
"..."
He didn't respond although i don't care of he did anyway. I sat there and waited in silence.
10 minutes later the door at the other end of the white room opens, a man with glasses to adhere to his eye sight and a brown trench coat and a suit within, walked to the empty seat farther from us.
He sat on the vacant chair as he spok.
"Who is 42 and 44? and answer me orderly"
I raised my hands first.
" I am the number 42"
" And i am the number 44" 44 follows up
He took out a small case from his suit pocket and placed his glasses in them, then zips up his soon revealed glass case and gave us his attention.
"Are you familiar with the human mind child?"
I have read a lot of philosophy books and to be honest thr human mind is a vast topic.
It is deeper than any rabbit hole you've entered before, and thought provoking.
" I am familiar with this topic, but it's very complex and very vast"
44 replied to the man, now he directed he's gaze towards me.
" I believe what he said also goes for me too"
"How old are you, child?"
" I am 10 years old sir" 44 answered his question.
"I am 9 years old sir" i replied him.
"Good, so how do you see your fellow human being, are they good or are they bad?"
" Humans are very privileged to have the freedom to choose from right to wrong, i believe that is why we are the dominant species in the planet, at least to my knowledge"
i answered what i thought was very logical but his response was very intriguing.
"hahahaha"
" You're very right my child....but "
"…. that's not the case at all"
" Interesting....sir would elaborate to us why"
" Well you see the term 'Human' is meant to be flawed "
" Meant to be flawed..." 44 had that sentence lingered in his mind.
" Yes indeed, we are never meant to be perfect but we can strive towards that goal butay never reach it."
I knew that humans are always meant to be well..... humans that's just who we are.
" But the human mind…. well that's a whole different story."
" Understanding the power of the human mind and it's principles, what makes it tick! is what makes a master among men"
" Correct me if am wrong, but isn't that manipulating the mind of an individual"
"44 what you said is correct, but we prefer to make others do the work for us..... with that said, the only thing stopping people from achieving this is because we don't have the grasp of the human psych.
" Isn't that immoral to manipulate the mind's of people?"
" Beautifully put 42, well there is the conception that doing so is considered bad and trust me... it is"
" Society is filled with scum, made from scum and deprived from scum, we all want to share these filthy desires with someone else or at least someone who will support and feed to us these guilty desire"
" So your concept of twisting the minds of people is being straight forward, feeding them unhealthy obsession, infatuation and habits so they will be dependent on you?"
" Exactly 44, well not all individual's have these desires so we go after on trait of humans that we could use to our will.... which is….."
" The emotions, is that correct ?"
" Yes you're catching on 44, if we are to go in depth of the human mind we may spend eternity on this seat"
He stood up from his chair and puts on his glasses.
" The Nursery has peaked my interest, i will show the exploration of the human psych. My name is Graham Lancelot "
He said with a smile on his face as he made his way to the door of the other side of the large room.
I could sense my perspective of my inner debate of human perfection means.