to mess with, though. They wore brutalist uniforms with cold masks of indifference on their faces. And, knowing that, the term interview made my blood run cold. Any time security took a kid, he or she disappeared from school for weeks or months at a time and returned changed.
If they came back at all.
No way could I go with them. My scores hadn’t shown up on the screen, so I bet they hadn’t even had a chance to identify me before the machine glitched.
Without another glance at the screen, I fled from the kiosk without looking back.
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