The first day of class
was always a lesson
in humility. And she
thought she was the
professor. But it was
always the humility of
the person in charge
that had to be blown
up in scale. That was
the lesson. These no
bodies, these small
young humans, were
being given a task in
which none would re
turn. But before that,
there would be such
individual hell for
each of them. The
bedlam that this un
godly universe had
bestown upon this
planet, she thought.
Was she, though, not
at least a little bit more
satisfied with the life
that she’d been given
thanks to the fact that
she was the harbinger
of such horrid news,
rather than given the
poor path that each of
her students would head,
toward the destiny of a
naive death, toward a
seemingly premature
end? She was. She
was. This could not
be denied, even at
such a time as this.
“Welcome to the
deprogramming,
class. I can
assure you
that you each
of your work cut
out for you.” Good
luck, she thought.
And the class
had begun.
