Examination day was what I hate. Never liking somebody looking inside of my
body. I know I'm healthy unlike others. Guess Lydecker wants his soldiers
in tiptop shape for any mission exercise he gives us. Made me wonder if
this showed his fatherly care for us. Protection, devotion to prepare us
for the coming years, seeing that all his influence will determine our
survival in the real world.
I jump up on an examination table, very cold as my butt cheeks shiver a little. Max and Jace are on other two tables, while two male doctors' checking them. A female doctor blocks my view, standing in front of me. She was white, 5'6, blonde fluffy lushes hair that was there to make me jealous. Her brown, darken eyes made me get chills down my spin but her young beauty, around twenty's of age, can drive a man crazy. Made me think if she was an early prototype of Manticore that got promoted to become a doctor. Beside, we were all designed to be beautiful as Emily told me. She knew a few things about the purpose of our genetic structure as she always commented how a cute kid I was, but on a low profile so Lydecker wouldn't yell at her.
There was something about this doctor, which made me scared and curious about her at the same time. There was something there that she's hiding, tucked away in her mine that no person can abstract. By the formation of her body, she looks as if she's been lifting weights or combat training. I can see her taking out guys three times her size with her bare hands. Her nametag on her white coat said Dr. Miran Graytan.
"X-5 995. Head up,"
Dripping the clipboard on the table. I was about to tell her my name was Samantha but forgot, where only allowed to be called by our designation number. No more, no less. Lydecker had a feeling we gave each other our own names, marking our individuality but we dare not speak our names in front of grown ups. It's forbidden, but oddly grown-ups have names but never scolded. Her warm hands touched my throat, examining my eyes, ears, teeth, a usual check up for a soldier.
"Ok,"
She picks up her clipboard, taking out her pen. My curious eyes wanted to know what she was writing, having a neck for learning new things, the way our bodies work, being genetically engineered, would explain tons of questions on how they made us and why my brothers and sisters have seizures so badly. I haven't had one yet. Not planning on it, but I'll at least have something to tell the squad.
"Have you been experiencing any uncontrollable shaking, headaches, stomach pain, eye irritation, hearing problems?"
"No ma'am."
She looks at me, second-guessing my answer. "You haven't had any shaking problems in your life?"
"No ma'am." Answering again, wondering why she asks that again. Like a soldier can't have that problem when they get older.
"Ok 995. You may go," I hop down, stepping to the side. "Next in line." She yells.
I jump up on an examination table, very cold as my butt cheeks shiver a little. Max and Jace are on other two tables, while two male doctors' checking them. A female doctor blocks my view, standing in front of me. She was white, 5'6, blonde fluffy lushes hair that was there to make me jealous. Her brown, darken eyes made me get chills down my spin but her young beauty, around twenty's of age, can drive a man crazy. Made me think if she was an early prototype of Manticore that got promoted to become a doctor. Beside, we were all designed to be beautiful as Emily told me. She knew a few things about the purpose of our genetic structure as she always commented how a cute kid I was, but on a low profile so Lydecker wouldn't yell at her.
There was something about this doctor, which made me scared and curious about her at the same time. There was something there that she's hiding, tucked away in her mine that no person can abstract. By the formation of her body, she looks as if she's been lifting weights or combat training. I can see her taking out guys three times her size with her bare hands. Her nametag on her white coat said Dr. Miran Graytan.
"X-5 995. Head up,"
Dripping the clipboard on the table. I was about to tell her my name was Samantha but forgot, where only allowed to be called by our designation number. No more, no less. Lydecker had a feeling we gave each other our own names, marking our individuality but we dare not speak our names in front of grown ups. It's forbidden, but oddly grown-ups have names but never scolded. Her warm hands touched my throat, examining my eyes, ears, teeth, a usual check up for a soldier.
"Ok,"
She picks up her clipboard, taking out her pen. My curious eyes wanted to know what she was writing, having a neck for learning new things, the way our bodies work, being genetically engineered, would explain tons of questions on how they made us and why my brothers and sisters have seizures so badly. I haven't had one yet. Not planning on it, but I'll at least have something to tell the squad.
"Have you been experiencing any uncontrollable shaking, headaches, stomach pain, eye irritation, hearing problems?"
"No ma'am."
She looks at me, second-guessing my answer. "You haven't had any shaking problems in your life?"
"No ma'am." Answering again, wondering why she asks that again. Like a soldier can't have that problem when they get older.
"Ok 995. You may go," I hop down, stepping to the side. "Next in line." She yells.
