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Topic Started: Feb 16 2010, 09:03 AM (226 Views)
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Against all odds Tanaka Junta graduated high school. In some other places that was just expected, but in the Republic of Greater East Asia one was often fortunate just to be alive long enough to go to high school. If one lived past their third year in junior high they were pretty well set though. Junta had lived, and guaranteed that he'd have enough money to live on for the rest of his life. Granted, since he was a Program survivor and a high school graduate there were some doors open to him. Some doors that if he were to confess honestly, he'd rather stay shut.

He wasn't sure exactly what it was that the government liked about Program survivors for these kinds of jobs. Maybe nobody else could handle it. Maybe they just felt like fucking with their heads. Whatever the reason, he'd been approached after graduation with a job offer, and when your government has a job for you, it's awfully hard to say no. Especially when saying no might get you blacklisted. The pay was good. Better than a teacher's salary anyhow. That's what Junta had wanted to do.

"This is kind of like that," the Captain had told him. Kind of like that in the way that it really wasn't anything like teaching. The Captain was just trying to be kind, but he did have a point. Tell yourself enough lies, and eventually you start to believe them, Junta mused quietly. There was really no way to refuse the offer, so he agreed and accepted the Captain's offer to escort him to the base. Sure, it seemed somewhat strange, and maybe even a little wrong. After all, Tanaka was only barely an adult, and hardly older than the kids he'd be sending off to die. And they would die. Only a handful survived this experiment. One in fourty-two.

"You'll only have to do a couple of these a year. The rest of the time you'll be working for one of the government offices. They'll test you and see where you fit best." Junta was barely listening. He was watching out the window as they left the city. It wouldn't be long before they reached the base, and Junta would begin to be groomed as a Program Director.
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The jeep rolled to a stop in a well organized parking lot. They were now parked in a row of nearly identical jeeps. The Captain nodded and they both opened the doors and hopped out of the jeep. He hadn't noticed before, but the wind was blowing pretty hard. It was possible that it had just kicked up, but it was more likely that he was just too preoccupied to notice. He closed his eyes for a moment and sniffed at the air.

"It's going to rain," he said passively. The sky showed some signs, but you couldn't always trust it. The nose was something a person could rely on. That soft moist smell in the air was the only indicator Junta trusted. It was a good day for rain. They approached the doors of the base, but they wouldn't yield for Junta.

"Better let me, you'll need identification to get through any of the doors in here." The Captain swiped a card with a photograph of himself through an electronic scanner and pulled open the door. Junta walked through and looked around. Everything was extremely ordered and clean. It didn't surprise him, but it felt just a little less than natural. The Captain made his way down a corridor, and Junta quickly followed, taking note of everything around him in case he needed to try to navigate the base on his own.
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At the end of the hall was a door with a white sign above it reading "Program Administration". That was probably the place. The Captain held his ID badge in his hand, ready to scan it for access. "Straight ahead, Tanaka-san. You'll be working with another instructor who's been doing this a few years. We started pairing up instructors to prevent a repeat of an incident that took place around sometime around a decade ago." He swiped the card and proceeded into the room, Junta following close behind.

The Captain stood at attention and addressed a young woman who appeared to be studying something on her desk. "Tanaka-san has arrived," the soldier paused for a moment before continuing, "Tanaka-san. This is Nanahara-san, you will be working together." Junta took a closer look at the girl behind the desk, and it slowly dawned upon him that he knew her.

"We've met," he said simply. He would never forget that face if he lived to be three hundred. He'd never forget a single detail of that event, no matter how he might try. Nobody ever forgot their program.
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