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It was a cold and snowy February night on the campus of North Chicago Tech, few people were out and about as the snowstorm was supposed to last until the next night. One of those few people out was Caitlin, a communications major, who was making her way to take advance of an uncrowded library. As she walked on the slick sidewalks to the library, she thought about what all of her friends were doing and why she was spending another Friday nightin the library.

"Tradition is there for a reason: it was found good and worth keeping. Change for change’s sake is a sign of Chaos, don’t you agree?"
-- Stirlander Noble

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Stubby figure moved back and forth along the alley, formed by a completely normal human house and a disgustingly tall and plain fence.

"Like, who the hell of this bumpkins would ever make all this planks so smooth?!" Felda was still sweaty from her previous attempt to storm the damned obstacle, breathing heavily from both tiredness and anger.

Science has answered many of the world's greatest questions and creates just as many. It's natural for people to be curious in the unknown. Though, the one being examined is not exactly a comforting feeling.

I was sitting alone on a stool in the center of a white room. The walls, the ceiling, even the floor tiles were all white. The only differing color was a dark grey panel of glass. Behind the glass I could see the silhouettes of the scientists on the other end, most of them were watching me.

It was getting late, she could tell. She glanced over at the smartphone dangling on the corner of her side table, and checked the time: 10:45 PM, just about right for her new nocturnal schedule, the one that had formed since she had started using her fake ID and bombshell body to get as many drinks as she wanted. She groaned, rolling out of bed, as she reran her evening ritual; she stared at her gorgeous body, from her curly black locks that flowed just past her shoulders, to her large but not slutty breasts.