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- International 1-3639
We are International 1-3639. We have been raised as all our sisters but we have a difference that is frowned upon. We think quicker than others. Few of our sisters are different. We believe ourselves to be better because of these differences. Of course we must keep this to ourselves or else we shall be punished.
We spend all the time we can hidden away with stolen manuscripts after being chosen as a street sweeper. We are ‘happy’ to have been chosen for this job. Any trash that seems useful we take for ourselves. We have found old papers, charcoal, and many other small things we would not have found otherwise.
Soon we shall join in in the Palace of Mating as we have one more year before we lose our first child and each one after. We have learned to cry silently for all the children we shall have lost.
We have seen them recently. We wish to see them again. They are wonderful. Hopefully we see them again though it is unlikely as they are of the Council. Oh, Equality 2 - 1824 how we wish they knew us. We know we shouldn’t give them a name but we can’t help but give them one, . We know not why we have decided to call them this but it feels right to us.
We saw a scholar for the first time outside. They seem odd, not like the rest of their brothers and sisters. They seem distant from the others like they know what goes through our heads. It’s odd, but so are we.