Class Nineteen: Prologue
My Fictional Stories
Author’s Note: Before we begin, please excuse my hideous illustrations. They are there for decorative purposes only.
A small green stem sprouted out of its container. Then, two protrusions grew out and spiraled multiple times to form a closed orb-shaped patch. A moment later, it bursted and bloomed, revealing a gleaming spherical ball, hovering above the patch.
“What you are staring at right now is a Chromaplant,” said the Professor.
The new green plant with a white orb floating on top stood there in the middle of the room, revealing its face among the examiners and a lecturer. The students were clinging to the bars surrounding the plant, their face left expressionless, but some were scratching their heads, and some didn’t seem to care. They still listened to what the Professor had to say.
“Chromaplants are the only species of plants that is able to materialize pure energy out of thin air. Amazing right?”
The stout professor reached for the console panel in the corner of the room and began to manipulate the console like a twenty first century touchscreen. The professor seemed nervous at first, but a moment later he smiled like nothing happened. Suddenly, a miniscule hologram appeared on everyone’s high-tech wristbands. The students started to meddle with their own gadgets.
“On your Outlooker, I just transmitted a holographic model of the anatomy of the Chromaplant. As you can see in the description panel, Chromaplants do not do photosynthesis like how other plants produce their own food, but it needs a much more complex-” the Professor stopped halfway into his sentence when the door slid open. An odd-looking woman walked in. She had her navy-blue hair in braids, half of her face was spinning cogs and gears, her mechanical eye blinked unnaturally and short tangled wires stuck out, visible for anyone to notice. She wore a large crown hat and fairly normal teacher’s outfit.
“Excuse me, Professor Owen. There has been an emergency. Professor Handle and his class has experienced a minor Mindshake from one of the imported specimens. The school headmaster wants a word with you,” announced the cyborg lady.
The students heard and went silent for several minutes, then they panicked like baboons running across a pool of hot charcoal.
“Students, please calm down. It seems our class will end here. You are allowed to return to the classroom,” Professor winked at the cyborg lady like he is trying to make some kind of signal. The lady nodded once.
“Your temporary Class Guardian, Miss End and your class representative for today, Miss Ford will lead you to your classroom. There is no need to panic.” The Professor reassured.
“Ah. I almost forgot. When you get there, please. Please. Don’t do such absurd things like swallowing the daily handouts. I’m looking at you, Wade!”
Despite the sudden emergency, the class, along with the one and only green-tailed lizard-faced Wade Sands broke into laughter for a moment after what the Professor had said and they started to leave the room. Coincidentally, the bell rang.
“For tomorrow’s biology class, please examine the holograms carefully. We will have another group discussion,” that were Professor’s last words before we headed to the classroom.
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