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I could give you something about how I had a troubled childhood, or a particularly good ne, I don't know I only lived one life so I can't really measure it against much. Won't say I can't complain though, if I had nothing to complain about then I wouldn't have had the rest of my story. Anyway, point I'm trying to make: if they tell you some long background about me it's just filler for the sexy movie they make about my life. Everything before that day didn't matter much, all the made me go down my path happened on that day. Wasn't even a very long day at that. 

Woke up, mom was making something to eat, I honestly don't remember what. It was good, or maybe it wasn't, all of my mind was on that damn test. It's a little funny to me that I still remember all those equations and formulae. Catch that? I said formulae, not formulas. Still a little smart-ass, me. Anyway I got on my little trike and got to school, didn't even wave to the kids on the bus even though I usually did that's how hyped I was for that Goddamn test. 

I got to school and parked, grabbing my bag and running to my first class. Got through the first three periods like usual, then came the long awaited third. Or rather, it didn't. Everyone was outside of class on their mobiles, at least those that were still here instead of going home or to eat. "What's happening?" I asked. Lucia, she just pointed to a paper taped to the door after stepping aside. Devices out of order, test cancelled, come Saturday at four for extra credit it read. I was pissed. I studied the hell out of that unit and knew every bit of it and it was the largest one, hence it'd be worth the most. But it was gone because the electronics at the school were out of order, which in turn was because the people far away in their spires of gold couldn't be bothered to send a man for just a few hours to figure out why some kids couldn't get the fucking learning they wanted. "Bullshit. Alright so what do we do? You coming Saturday?" I asked Luci. She shrugged in response to me. "No." I didn't like that about her, she didn't seem to care about school despite having a Doctor and lawyer for parents. Maybe that was exactly why, come to think of it. "Jesus Christ what the fuck do." I moaned. "They sound up your alley." she said, not realizing the rhetorical nature of the question. She pointed to a little poster on the wall opposite. I don't really remember what was on it. Probably something about justice and society, it was advertising a place for people to spill their grievances. In retrospect, I was really stupid not to think it wasn't a trap for what some might call dangerous people. Well I recorded the address of where the meeting would be and went home. Dad greeted me, asking why I was home early. I said last class was cancelled and there was a makeup test on the weekend I would go to. He said that it was good that the test was cancelled because I could then help him on the fields and I wouldn't go to the one on the weekend because we had to dig a new line for irrigation. Well we got in a big argument, one that made me really fucking pissed. The crux of it was something like this:

"Why? I need it for extra credit. I need those marks dad."

"No, you don't. You're going to be a farmer like me."

"I've got the grades to enter any place I want for Engineering. I just need a little more for scholarships and this test will get me that."

"Look, Felix, you got a talent. But it's going to be wasted. Let's say you get to some big shot core university. So you become an Engineer, you get back home and what? You spend your days fixing trikes and trucks until some idiot like Miguel sends you a real messed up one that blows up in your face. All the while you were working for half the pay I make feeding them core whoresons, breathing in all the dust and shit from the parts and you're dead at fifty but you wish you died at twenty."

"Thats not fucking right. I'm good at all this stuff I can fix our tractors and I built that damn warehouse all by myself I-" 

"It's not fair? Come on boy you knew that was wrong the moment you said it because life's not fair. It's great you can fix stuff up you'll have a much easier time around the farms when something makes a funny noise. But this is the life that's for you, there's no way around it. Some day you'll see your grandkids be big farming barons but now you do what you're told. Now go get some fuel cells, tractor's dry."

Well, so I went. But as I said I was pissed, and on the way back a little reminder pinged on my mobile. The meeting was that evening, and after all dad said I felt I really had to speak my mind some more. So I finished the day, but rather than going to bed I told dad I was going out with some friends. Yeah bare with me I'm not at the cool shit yet, but I'll get there soon.