Disinterest and Removal
~~on the television~~
"'My hair is just so BORING, and I keep wanting to change it up after on a few days after a new color or style. But what can I do?"
Today! for a limited time only, TransGen is offering half off of our new line of Joseph's Amazing Technicolor Dream Hair Scalp Balm; for burnt out styles.
Here's how it works: Just shave your hair down to the scalp, apply four coats of the balm and finish with the patented Rapunzel serum and you'll have long locks again (of your factory-set length) within only twelve hours.
You have three options: cool tones like blue, green and seafoam; warm tones like red, orange and honeydew; or the Fantasy line for the really fun colors for kids!
Change your hair color DAILY for a more fun-filled life--'"
I turned off the 'tube' app on my psy-switch. Daily, I was reminded of why it was called the "tube": it seemed to be a never-ending tunnel of crap, much like the mandatory colon cleanse tubes at school.
I was late, sure, but school was meant to fix problems like tardiness, so they're the one's to blame.
I got in line for class a few squares away, the rest of the assembly seeming to buzz with excitement. Apparently one of the teachers had malfunctioned, causing an entire B-block of students to be skewered by a metallic rod to the torso.
I couldn't help but laugh myself, they weren't even due for invasive reconstruction until next year, some of the younger of us were even brimming with jealousy.
Off they went, groaning with supposed pain, though the Painkiller had already stopped by.
The rest of my class and I began to corral into the nearest stall, each holding five occupants. History Lesson No. 5671 of 209, we were sent to the year 1776 on some old piece of land before Continental Reuniting.
Nothing was very exciting about this trip, so there was much chatter to the side amongst everyone. Some men in wigs stood in a room speaking nonsense.
They could be touched, but no one was THAT interested. It wouldn't elicit much more than a shiver down the wigged-scalp anyway. Without noticing the 50 students and the matronly robot teacher, these antique men went bout their business. Chatter began to turn into a true roar, and as such, the lesson was over. The schools had decided long ago that if students weren't interested, then it wouldn't be taught. This was thanks to a by-gone psychologist with some theory of some sort. Seriously, crucial thanks.
All that remained on scheduling these days were ten fields of study, within six years of course-work: Body Improvement, Arts, Astro-Sport, Co-Ed Recreation, Therapy, Practical App, Monopoly, Trans-Dim Interaction (ghosting), Archaic Sensation, and Enhancement - consisting of downloading lessons and followed by Practical Application in simulators.
I was out of class now and made my way to Archaic Sensation, where everyone who was anyone A.T.E. to their heart's content. These meals with synthesized, every meat was actually only chicken, but broths and seasonings could easily fool these tablet-drunk-masses.
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