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Dr Begbie was hu that I thoughtStones

She’s with the camp controllers, I reminded ht not have been Even though she earing the scrubs and white coat, Dr Begbie didn’t lookface, and it was probably a curse to her in the outside world

I had always thought that people born before Generation Freak were the lucky ones They lived without fear of ould happen when they stepped over the border between childhood and adolescence As far as I knew, if you were older than thirteen when they started rounding kids up, you were hoa at Dr Begbie now, seeing the deep lines carved in her face that no one in their twenties should have had, I wasn’t so sure they had gotten off scot-free They’d gotten a better deal than e ended up with, though

Abilities Powers that defied explanation, mental talents so freakish, doctors and scientists reclassified our entire generation as Psi We were no longer human Our brains broke that mold

"I see froence’ in sorting," Dr Begbie said after a while "The scientist that sorted you--did he run you through all of the tests?"

Soht not have understood a great rader’s education, but I could tell when so to fish around for inforht scare tactics years ago, but there was a ti had been done in soft voices Fake sympathy reeked like bad breath

Does she know? Maybe she ran a few tests while I was unconscious, and scanned ers curled one by one until both hands were tight fists I tried to work the line of thought through, but I kept getting caught on the possibility Fearin the air, suspended soainst the pristine tile forced my eyes up, away fro, and I knew they were cobie turned her head She moved to push herself away from the bed, but I didn’t let her I don’t knohat possessed rabbed her wrist, the list of punishhCD, each scratch sharper than the next

We weren’t supposed to touch anyone, not even each other

"It was different this ti in my throat My voice sounded different to h tihtest movement, almost imperceptible, before a hand ripped back the curtain

I had seen this Psi Special Forces officer before--Sam called hiht out of the reen skin

The Grinch cast one look atthe doctor forward She blew out a sigh and set her clipboard down on ets any worse, call for help, okay?"

Was she on drugs? Who was going to help--the kid throwing up his sto her turn to go The last gli the curtain back around It was nice of her to give ing down between the beds

The bulbs were installed all over Thur There were two cameras in our cabin alone, one on each end of the room, as well as one outside the door It seeht to camp, there were so few of us that they really could watch us all day, every day, until their brains were ready to burst froht inside the black eye was the only clue that the camera had zeroed in on you Over the years, as ht into Thuran to notice that the cahts--not every day Same went for the cauess with three thousand kids spread out over a square mile, it was impossible to watch everyone all the tih to put the fear of God in us You had a better-than-average chance of being busted if you practiced your abilities, even under the cover of darkness

Those blinking lights were the exact same shade as the blood-red band the PSFs wore around the upper part of their right arm The Ψ sy their unfortunate role as caretakers of the country’s freak children

The caht The relief that came over me at the realization actually made the air taste sweet For just a moment, I was alone and unobserved At Thurbie--Cate--hadn’t completely closed the curtain When another doctor hurried past, the thin white fabric pulled back farther, allowing a fa boy, no more than twelve years old, stared back at me His hair was the same shade as reen, his were dark enough to burn fro, as always, his hands clasped in his lap, his dark school uniform without a wrinkle Clancy Gray, Thurmond’s first inmate

There were at least two framed pictures of him in the Mess Hall, one in the kitchen, several nailed outside of the Green outhouses It was easier to remember his face than it was to remember my mo grin He otten out, but the rest of us were still here

As I tried to readjust bie’s clipboard off my lap and into the crook of my left ar, but I didn’t care Not then, when I had answers inches away froht below my nose, if she hadn’t wanted me to see it? Why hadn’t she taken it with her, like all of the other doctors would have done?

What was different about the White Noise?

What did they figure out?