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Page 32 text:
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SIX She stood out like a sore thumb on the conveyor- walk near Border Gate. Unlike the rest of the girls her age, she didn ' t have the checkerboard patterns of make-up on her face, and her clothes were simple. She was with a friend, coming from school with their report tapes in hand. She looked mournfully at the women about her and then at the forcefield wall which blocked from sight, sound and remembrance the male part of the population from the female. She sighed, wishing she was one of the lucky girls that got to cross the Border gate only to mate and come back again to keep the population going. If one of those women should happen to have a baby boy, he would be taken across the Boarder before he reached two days old and the men would look after him. The Central government just couldn ' t risk another population crisis like the one in ' 32. Her friend was walking beside her, an earphone chord protruding from her long, dark hair and disappearing into her pocket as she listened to her report tape on her mini recorder. She was analyzing any possible reaction her mother could have and all possible denials and skin-saving rebuttals. Finally, she pulled at the chord and watched the self-rewind drew it into her pocket, then she sighed in discontent. Six, what did you get in 428? Oh, she shrugged sheepishly, I failed it again. How are you going to learn without Mathematics? Well, I did at least get a 90 on 426! You ' re always going on about that. Six. I swear your were born in the wrong time! A thousand years ago would do you well, wouldn ' t it? Don ' t you think it would be great to live back then. Nine? Could you imagine perhaps a thousand years ago, in this very spot, a man and a woman stood together, and they were in love - real love! Their names weren ' t even categorized numbers! Could you imagine that Nine?! Nine thought for a minute. No, not really. The whole thing sounds rather disorganized. Six looked over at the border with resentment. I hate it here! she said, quietly, but furiously. She looked at Nine. I wish I could just ... Oh, no you don ' t! The last time you tried to cross the Boarder you were nearly killed! Not aaain! Six sighed. They say that the men have gone back to the old Earth customs. ' You know the women are doing better! Our minds are more scientific and we ' re more in- dustrialized and advanced. We ' re the ones that keep the population stable! Six looked up through the protective transparent dome at the murky brown sky and dismal orange sun. They say that the men have a clear blue sky and a bright yellow sun - just like hundreds of years ago. Who ever heard of a blue sky? You haven ' t been listening in the426 class! A long silence followed as they rode the conveyor to the interchange right beside the border. Hopping off. Six looked again longingly at the wall, ten metres away from her, as they waited for a place to stand on the East - going conveyor belt. I think there ' s a space coming up ... Nine said as she turned to Six, but Six wasn ' t there. With a last thrust of determination. Six had dropped her tape and had run for the wall. Six, no! Nine screamed, running after her and looking for help. But no one seemed to notice; the police wouldn ' t even look. It was too late anyway. Nine had only taken two steps when she saw Six run right into the wall and disintegrate into millions of particles with one zap. Hanging her head, not wishing to see the purplish smoke her friend had created. Nine tried to make herself believe what had just happened. She knew she couldn ' t mourn for then she would hate the place as much as Six. That wouldn ' t do. Taking Six ' s tape, she pulled out her pocket recorder, placed in the tape, thought for a moment, then set it to record. I ' m sorry, Mrs. 394, but I think she ' s happier this way. Nine. She gave the tape to a albour ' droid, programmed to the 394 ' s house, and ordered him to deliver it. Then she mounted a lonely conveyor for home. Christie Bailie
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Page 31 text:
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS It was drizzling when we arrived and the airport building looked a dirty grey from our window. We were exhausted and the sight of an armed guard did not lift our spirits. He gripped his machine gun and pointed it at us as he escorted us to the terminal. Inside it was chaos. We were confronted by a wall of people ' s backs and found there were no organized lines to Passport Control - everyone simply moved when there was a space. Many travellers yelled across to let their families know where they were and the noise was deafening. The building was badly ven- tilated and it was very hot and stuffy. It took us about two hours to get through and another two to find out who had travelled with the luggage. We were glad to get out and away from the odour and the hostile looks of the people who lived here. As we were driving towards the city, our driver suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. Looking ahead I saw that all the other cars were doing the same, regardless of which side of the road they were travelling on. I asked the friend who had met us what was going on. He had only said Zill when a huge black car roared past us right down the middle of the street. Our friend explained as we moved out again. That was an important government official ' s car. Everyone has to move over so that he can get to work on time. He spoke in a sarcastic tone but I was too little to understand. We drew into the city soon after that and I began to look out the window with some interest. I was shocked at the uniformity of the buildings along the road. They were all the same style, the same colour, the same height. They stretched for rows and rows and rows. And then I noticed the people. They all stared at our average American car and they were also very similar, like the buildings they lived in, and the clothes they wore. They all wore dark colours except for a few flourescent oranges and greens. When they saw me looking at them, they turned away. I didn ' t see one person laugh or smile the whole ride home. Policemen stood in the middle of the street with walkie talkies which I discovered were used to warn them of the approach of a government official so that they could clear the street of cars. We passed many long lines outside shops, not specialty shops, but everyday shops with bread and butter and eggs in the windows. It was a real shock - such a contrast to Canadian supermarkets. At last we reached our new home - a small apart- ment just big enough for the three of us. It had been built from three average families ' apartments and we were lucky to get it. We were so tired, we simply fell into bed. So ended our first day living in Moscow, the great capital of the equal. Sky Lamothe The sun is sinking in the west The land has a golden hue A white light is in the sky Another day is through. The wind is flowing across the land Dying waves are in my ears Shadows stretch their longing arms I brush away the tears. Darkness comes to claim the hours All lives now slower are Soon bright lights will reign the heavens It never reaches so far. Debbie Chambers 12R4 if 27
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