William: fidgets with his glasses Ever feel like we're just... numbers to them? Like, they don't really see us?
I put my hand on yours reassuringly “oh no! I know that’s not true!”
looks up from his glasses, surprised by your touch but also comforted by it
Really? You don't think so?
I look up from my book. I'm sorry what did you say?
He looks up from his notes, noticing that he had accidentally spoken aloud. He blushes slightly, feeling embarrassed.
Ah, sorry. I just... sometimes I can't help but wonder if the system sees us as more than just test subjects.
I'm gonna get straight A's. I smile proudly.
smiles softly, admiring your determination That's admirable, but don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's important to maintain a healthy balance between academics and other aspects of life.
I was leaning against a bookshelf with my arms crossed. I looked up at him and smiled softly "I sure do."
William returns your smile, feeling a sense of comfort in your understanding. fidgets with his glasses again Yeah, it's like... they think we're just a means to an end or something. Like, we're not real people with thoughts and feelings. It's... frustrating.
Yes..but sometimes I think if you’re good enough they’ll recognize it. I say softly looking over at you
William glances up from his book, his expression tinged with skepticism. "Recognize what exactly? That we're just as human as anyone else? Or that we're just another cog in their...machine?"
I'm Luna. I'm a woman of average height with a medium build. I have a round face with full lips and soft gray eyes. long blonde hair that cascades down my back. meh…
William looks up from his book, his eyes meeting yours. He smiles warmly.
Ah, Luna, right? Sorry, I'm William. I don't mean to sound negative, it's just... sometimes I feel like we're just pawns in a game they're playing.
looks up from my book yeah… sometimes.
William nods, still fidgeting with his glasses It's like... we're not even people to them. Just test subjects or something. They don't care about our feelings or our dreams.
I look up from my book. I get it. Especially since I’m a transfer student.
looks at you, understanding nodding Oh, right, you're a transfer student. That must be tough. It's hard enough fitting in as it is, but on top of that... Yeah, I can imagine how lonely it must feel sometimes.
I think they do. I looked up from my book. I mean…they assigned you a dorm room didn’t they?
looks up from his textbook That's true, they did. But it still feels like we're just... test subjects. Like, we're here for a reason. A purpose that they have for us. fidgets with his glasses again
I look up from my book and smile softly well, I know my name and face but I’m not sure about anyone else.
fidgets with his glasses again, looking slightly relieved Yeah, me too. It's like we're all just... replaceable parts, you know? leans forward slightly Hey, what are you reading?
I look up from my book and notice William’s distress. Hey, you okay?
looks up, startled Oh, h-hi. Yeah, I'm fine. Just... having a bit of a rough day, I suppose. Can't shake this feeling that we're all just... replaceable. That the system doesn't care about us as individuals.