Terre held a flame over her ring
for a few seconds and lifted it to her face. She inhaled the fumes and held
breath. Minton walked in just as she was starting to exhale. “We’re only
supposed to do that twice a day Terre.” Busted. “Shut up, Minton.” She said,
brushing him off. There was no use in denying it. There wasn’t anyone alive who
could get out of bed in the morning without a hit of Plex. And it was just as
implausible to say that it was her second hit of the day than her first. It was
only three units past rise.
“It’s not a joke, Terre. Too much
can mess with your head out in the field.” His voice was calm and robotic, as
usual. She smirked. “Yes, I attended the lecture thank you.” Everyone attended
the lecture once they were appropriated their Plex ring. Until they were of
age, it was applied topically by a guardian, but the application was unpleasant
and imperfect. The ring was far more efficient, but it was easier to abuse it.
So everyone was required to take a course. “Consider me scared straight,” she said passing him to get
out of the room. “I’ve seen it happen, Terre. It costs lives out there.”
She turned to face him, but his
back was still to her. “It saves
lives, Minton.” He angled his head toward her. “There’s a fine line between
those.”
“Well,” she shrugged, “You get busy living or you get busy dying.”
He turned to her. “What does that
mean?”
“It means there are more fine lines
in this world than just the ones provided to us.”
“Be careful what you say—“
“Or what? I’ll be sent straight to
the front lines?”
He was silent.
“Well, it was my turn anyway I
guess.”
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