Rue and Rex woke hearing the unfamiliar voice addressing their child. Their dreamless sleep interrupted by a waking nightmare. It wasn’t long before they remembered where they were. Rue was glad to see Rex had made it to the hospital and that Mark and Wendy were not with him.
“Rex Honor. My wife Rue. Our darling daughter Maura,” Rex explained, standing from his chair and extending his hand. “What can you tell us about our daughter’s condition? Where do we go from here?”
Noah shook the hand and left a hospital sticker in it. He hadn’t went into his overalls to do so.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m not a doctor by trade so cant really say too much, but I can speculate about the future as well as anyone. I’ve spent the last hour looking over Maura’s file, don’t worry, like I said, I’m a friend to the hospital. Anyway, from the incredible data you’ve provided, I see she is at that age where she can join her brother and sister in secondary school. She is of good health, possesses an average intelligence, and scored well by her emotional quotient; these results based on tests currently administered in our primary schools. Although, those tests do change quite often.”
“These are things we already know. State your business or be on your way. This is an emotional day for the family and we really would appreciate some privacy,” Rue said.
“Yes, yes, I understand and do wish to grant you that decency. Let me explain. Right now the age for the draft is eighteen. However, younger than that are able to enlist with permissions from their parent or guardian. I am here to ask whether Maura will serve the State by enrolling in its training program for adults of the future.”
“I don’t understand. Training for what, did you say? You ever hear of this program, hon? I haven’t. I didn’t think the Body Politic had any interest in recruiting soldiers. Didn’t know there was a draft,” Rex said.
“And how happy you’ve been. Until recently. Sorry again, Maura.”
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