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The Difference Between an Idiot
and a Moron
General Chapters
To be Incorporated
***Chapter ****\[****\]****-- Corporal Adir Levin***
"Says here you're a, uhm, corporal?" said the NCO sitting across from
@@ -768,3 +776,194 @@ Adir was so, so tired, and Programming was purring softly, which Adir
loved because he'd never had a cat before, much less a feline cat.
'I'm not running', he tossed back, annoyed.
Chapter III -- Corporal Adir Levin
Adir was woken up with a jolt by Ariel, who towered over him seeming
mildly upset.
The first thing he felt was a sharp pain in his temples, and he
shuddered back with disgruntled revulsion.
Everything came crashing back at once -- he had spent another night in
the Pit, and was now paying the price for it. The headaches hurt him
very often lately, which was understandable -- yet it was the worst when
waking up in here. *No one should have to wake up without sunlight,
without wind and fresh air*, he thought. But that didn't explain why
Ariel was towering over him -- he was deemed problematic, and she had
shunned him ever since. He didn't mind, of course, as he was shunning
everyone else as well. What a bunch of bastards.
But that *still* didn't explain why Ariel was towering over him. He
sought answers.
"Huh?" he asked eloquently.
"Huh," Ariel replied with visible disgust. "Good morning."
"I've had better."
"Everyone else is cleaning."
Great, he thought, Passive aggression for breakfast again.
"OK"
"Go help."
"I'm really in pain."
"Can't you even help?"
"I don't know."
Ariel kept staring him down, which was unusually aggressive for her. She
was always quite cheerful and accepting, which Adir absolutely hated. Is
he really that bad?
"Go wash your face or something. You're a mess."
"If you'd had a night like I had," he answered, "You'd be a mess too."
"I've had plenty."
"Good for you."
Ariel finally disengaged. Adir rose from his office chair -- how he ever
fell asleep in that thing he could not tell for the life of him -- put
away his book, tossed aside his coat and went towards the bathroom.
Looking around, he was dumbstruck by the amount of people in the room.
There were well over four dozen people in Operation today, which was
significant, and they were all running around with great vigor.
He had to dodge several officers on the way out, all of which eyed him
suspiciously -- some with open animosity, though he did not know them.
He was glad to put Operation's big metal doors behind him, and started
the endless trek through the hall to the bathrooms, praying no one else
was there. He creeped on the floating tiles with hard won mastery -- if
even one of them bangs again today his head would literally explode --
and reached the bathroom.
He stood in front of one of the sinks in the long, disgusting row,
keeping his eyes lowered and doing his utmost to ignore his
surroundings. He reached in his pockets and was glad to find his
toothbrush, toothpaste and a bar of soap each wrapped neatly in plastic
sandwich bags -- at last a success in these troubling times. He brushed
his teeth, lathered the soap and carefully washed his face with frigid,
mildly yellow water. When he felt mildly more refreshed, he finally
gathered some loose wisps of courage and met his image on the mirror.
His reflection gazed back, amazed and horrified.
The image he saw was very far from how he remembered himself, and the
dissonance jarred him.
He was gaunt, and there were great dark gray circles around his eyes. He
had far too much stubble for a single night, and his faced looked
wrinkled and greasy even after washing. And the eyes... the eyes felt...
wrong. Too cold. Too lifeless. He quickly looked away, realizing he was
breathing uneasily.
Slinking back he found everyone putting away the cleaning supplies, but
against his expectations the frenzy did not slow down -- it even
magnified, which was disconcerting. Nothing good can come out of this.
Unhelpfully, the first person he ran into was Keren.
From the second he stepped into Headquarters, Keren absolutely despised
Adir -- and this time, he could not figure out why. It was something
else -- a raw, seething hatred, a hatred of great velocity, intensified
with each time they met. In a way, it was refreshing to be hated so
intensely -- and while Adir did mildly dislike her for it, he did not
hate her back nearly as much, which sort of made him the winner in this
transaction.
"Ariel, he finally bothered showing up", she muttered back into the
Operations Chamber staring at him yet never addressing him. To her, he
was some animal unworthy of engaging in conversation, and if that was a
mean to attain the peace Adir so desperately sought he took it without
hesitation.
Ariel scurried towards them from much further back in the chamber with a
speed that greatly concerned him. This was not good.
"Where have you been?? it's been twenty minutes!"
"I-"
"Ugh, never mind. Just go back and get in line." She surveyed him
carefully. "And put on all of your badges, Why would you even take them
off?"
"I-"
"Never mind. Your problem. Model yourself and get in line. The
commander's coming any minute."
With that, they both scattered. Adir stood there dazed and confused for
a few seconds until Karin passed nearby.
"Hi, Adir"
Adir admired Karin greatly. She always seemed peaceful, and always
treated him with respect.
"Hi, Karin. What's happening?"
"The unit commander is coming any second to grant our ranks." she
replied without a hint of judgment. "The grant is scheduled for 10:00"
"The grant?"
"Yes, we're getting our corporals!" Karin told, beaming. "You didn't
know?"
"I had no idea. It's been ten months already?"
"Would you believe it?" Dennis chimed in from behind. "We've been stuck
here a while!"
"See you," said Karin and went further into the chamber.
Adir sat down in his spot and pondered all these new findings when
officers flooded the room, put on their berets and rose suddenly. A
bunch of random people stood around Adir, all with eyes towards the back
of the room where Adir's eight coursemates stood proud and motionless.
Grateful for the anonymity, Adir stood like the rest and gazed ahead
with purpose.
The Horizon commander, Secondary Champion Ram Halabi, stepped into the
room after an escort of officers from PR. He walked around the room
casually greeting anyone he came across with an easygoing, friendly
manner as he made his way towards the back. Adir was again grateful for
his tactical remote location, far away from the passageway. The
department commander, John, quickly appeared at his side.
"Hello, everyone. Officers, NCO's, soldiers. How happy I am to be here!
What a happy day!"
A murmur of agreement came from the crowd.
"Hello, Ram, happy to have you here as always", said John with atypical
enthusiasm. "So, as you may or may not know", he said cheerfully, "We've
gathered to grant these great soldiers, cycle 38 of Computing Systems
Infrastructure Management, the rank of Corporals. In the Greens, and in
other units of the force, it's not the custom to make it a ceremony;
Certainly not with the unit commander -- When I was a corporal a million
years ago, I was handed the rank and told to sow it on!"
That was a killer, apparently; An audible chuckle went through the
crowd.
"But here, in the Horizon unit, we treat our people with the respect
they deserve. The are skilled professionals, devoted soldiers, and
they've worked hard to earn their rank. Corporal is said to be an
automatic rank -- stay ten months, and you have it, but that's not true.
A rank is earned, not bestowed! I've seen people remain Privates
throughout their service, some even rookies, and I hope never to come
across that again! Here are people who worked hard, and so we wanted to
do them the honors, bring Ram here to show them how much we appreciate
them -- and grant their rank from the unit commander, personally. Ram?"
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