Or maybe, dreaming big, someone fulfilled all our fantasies and threw a rock at the head of the nearest Psi Special Forces soldier. Maybe someone got brave and decided to step out of the Garden’s bounds. We were working so close to the camp’s electric fence that I could smell the singed air and feel the voltage it shed vibrating in my teeth. I didn’t see what had happened to provoke the punishment. But me? Hours would pass before I was able to piece myself back together. Other girls at Thurmond could pick themselves up after a few minutes, shaking off the nausea and disorientation like the loose grass clinging to their camp uniforms. When it came, the shrieking tones blew up like a pipe bomb between my ears.
It didn’t matter if I was outside, eating in the Mess Hall, or locked in my cabin. WHEN THE WHITE NOISE WENT OFF, we were in the Garden, pulling weeds.
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