"Why? Why do people look at us differently? Why do they treat us like some creature from the moon? No don't give that you don't know what your talking about look. I know better than even anyone. They call us monsters but... We...are nothing... They don't even use name there. No Identity... Just a tool. And they have the nerve to go in front of high school kids and tell that they represent honor, and pride, and...and...AND EQUALITY!!!"
She was near tears now, but all the other could do was look on as she explained her actions to the professor.
"You don't know what it's like..." she fell to her knees with another faint cry "To ask what your names...and get nothing."
As she finally released all of her angry the lights she'd been powering went out, and the room filled with darkness.
"I...I'm sorry" at that she stood up and turned to leave.
"Professor?" Scot questioned
"Well it's getting late and don't you all have finals in the morning?" The Professor motioned to the teens that occupied the couch.
The room cleared and the Professor wheeled over to the window, "We might lose that one..."