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	“Very good, Archer.”		“Very good, Archer.”

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	Her class-performance that day was typical of her. It consisted exclusively of reiterating the comments of other classmates or else simply quoting passages from the text verbatim. Not once had she brought an important question of the forefront of class discussion. Never had I observed her to ‘think outside of the box,’ as it were, and develop an interesting thesis on her own. She was uninspired, dull, and matter-of-fact. Her research showed no innovation. Her papers were, as a rule, uninspired and clinical, displaying a dearth of personal exploration or thoughtful reflection upon our topics. Her writing had no character. In short, she was a follower. She was hopelessly deficient in each of the qualities which it was my task to develop in my students. My job was to train leaders.		Her class-performance that day was typical of her. It consisted exclusively of reiterating the comments of other classmates or else simply quoting passages from the text verbatim. Not once had she brought an important question of the forefront of class discussion. Never had I observed her to ‘think outside of the box,’ as it were, and develop an interesting thesis on her own. She was uninspired, dull, and matter-of-fact. Her research showed no innovation. Her papers were, as a rule, uninspired and clinical, displaying a dearth of personal exploration or thoughtful reflection upon our topics. Her writing had no character. In short, she was a follower. She was hopelessly deficient in each of the qualities which it was my task to develop in my students. My job was to train leaders.
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	Well, for a time, at least. But after a period of several weeks my investigative nature again pushed me forward as my suspicions again waxed great. And my conscience nagged me. I would be remiss in my duties to the regime if I allowed one unqualified soul to gain a privileged position as a citizen and an officer. And with each additional fact, I became all the more strongly compelled to continue onward. Curiosity also motivated me. I had the feeling that I was tugging on the corner of some kind of mask, peeling it away, exposing the face beneath to the light of day for the first time. I had to find out what the face looked like: who it was. I decided upon a trial by fire. I resolved to put her to the test. If she failed, she was out.		Well, for a time, at least. But after a period of several weeks my investigative nature again pushed me forward as my suspicions again waxed great. And my conscience nagged me. I would be remiss in my duties to the regime if I allowed one unqualified soul to gain a privileged position as a citizen and an officer. And with each additional fact, I became all the more strongly compelled to continue onward. Curiosity also motivated me. I had the feeling that I was tugging on the corner of some kind of mask, peeling it away, exposing the face beneath to the light of day for the first time. I had to find out what the face looked like: who it was. I decided upon a trial by fire. I resolved to put her to the test. If she failed, she was out.

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	“At ease. Cadet Archer, what is your opinion of your fellow: Cadet Crewws? How do you judge her? Permission to speak freely.” I looked at him with interest from across the desk in my private office. Surely her classmates must have thought her as odd as I did. I myself had never observed her to have any friends. And I knew I could rely on the ‘inside’ opinions of a student like Cadet Archer. His father and I had been comrades during the last war, and I’d known Arthur Archer since he was born. Hell, I’d known him longer than his father had, since when Arthur was born I was back home on leave while his father was in a military hospital recovering from an enemy gas attack. And no matter what it may look like, I didn’t help him gain admittance to the academy one bit. He got in because he was the best. As a child, he had always been taught to be dutiful and conscientious. Now a fine young man, he was growing up to be diligent, strong, and indefatigable. I also considered him my most especially observant student.		“At ease. Cadet Archer, what is your opinion of your fellow: Cadet Crewws? How do you judge her? Permission to speak freely.” I looked at him with interest from across the desk in my private office. Surely her classmates must have thought her as odd as I did. I myself had never observed her to have any friends. And I knew I could rely on the ‘inside’ opinions of a student like Cadet Archer. His father and I had been comrades during the last war, and I’d known Arthur Archer since he was born. Hell, I’d known him longer than his father had, since when Arthur was born I was back home on leave while his father was in a military hospital recovering from an enemy gas attack. And no matter what it may look like, I didn’t help him gain admittance to the academy one bit. He got in because he was the best. As a child, he had always been taught to be dutiful and conscientious. Now a fine young man, he was growing up to be diligent, strong, and indefatigable. I also considered him my most especially observant student.
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	Cadet Archer’s impassioned response only confirmed the tentative views that I had previously held about Cadet Crewws’ relation to her peers. Being thus validated by an eye-witness in my opinion that Crewws’ was not leadership material, I felt that I could at last offer her the ultimatum free of doubt.		Cadet Archer’s impassioned response only confirmed the tentative views that I had previously held about Cadet Crewws’ relation to her peers. Being thus validated by an eye-witness in my opinion that Crewws’ was not leadership material, I felt that I could at last offer her the ultimatum free of doubt.

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	“Cadet Crewws,” I barked in my carefully practiced and clipped ‘officer’ voice. She was accustomed be being addressed thusly, and was unperturbed as always.		“Cadet Crewws,” I barked in my carefully practiced and clipped ‘officer’ voice. She was accustomed be being addressed thusly, and was unperturbed as always.
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	The following day, I was paid a visit by Technical Marshal Captain Lawrence Lindemann. I recognized him from various board meetings and official functions as the dean of the Department of Engineering & Technology. I remembered him as a hothead. After we saluted each other in gentlemanly fashion, the Captain spoke.		The following day, I was paid a visit by Technical Marshal Captain Lawrence Lindemann. I recognized him from various board meetings and official functions as the dean of the Department of Engineering & Technology. I remembered him as a hothead. After we saluted each other in gentlemanly fashion, the Captain spoke.
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	And with that kind word, the Captain left, slamming the door behind him.		And with that kind word, the Captain left, slamming the door behind him.

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	My eyes shifted alternately between the door and the clock on the wall. I waited impatiently for Crewws to arrive and do her presentation. I was nervous about how this issue was getting me in trouble with Captain Lindemann and the Engineering & Technology Department, but remained determined to stick to my original plan: if Cadet Crewws couldn’t cut it in this presentation, I would still see to it that she was expelled from the academy. Finally, at precisely the agreed upon time, Cadet Crewws opened the door and stepped inside.		My eyes shifted alternately between the door and the clock on the wall. I waited impatiently for Crewws to arrive and do her presentation. I was nervous about how this issue was getting me in trouble with Captain Lindemann and the Engineering & Technology Department, but remained determined to stick to my original plan: if Cadet Crewws couldn’t cut it in this presentation, I would still see to it that she was expelled from the academy. Finally, at precisely the agreed upon time, Cadet Crewws opened the door and stepped inside.
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	“Would you please contact Captain Lindemann over in the Engineering & Technology Department, please?” I asked politely. “Ask him to stop by my office whenever it’s convenient for him. Tell him one of his students had a little too much to drink.”		“Would you please contact Captain Lindemann over in the Engineering & Technology Department, please?” I asked politely. “Ask him to stop by my office whenever it’s convenient for him. Tell him one of his students had a little too much to drink.”

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	I sat behind my desk in darkness, enjoying a quiet cigar. It would be the last time I sat here; I was about to be shipped out to join a minesweeping company in the Argentine Protectorate. My personal effects didn’t have to be packed up; they would simply be confiscated by the State. Not like I’d have a lot of time to read books while I was busy clearing minefields, anyway. At my age, I knew I wouldn’t last long where I was going.		I sat behind my desk in darkness, enjoying a quiet cigar. It would be the last time I sat here; I was about to be shipped out to join a minesweeping company in the Argentine Protectorate. My personal effects didn’t have to be packed up; they would simply be confiscated by the State. Not like I’d have a lot of time to read books while I was busy clearing minefields, anyway. At my age, I knew I wouldn’t last long where I was going.
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	Through the window behind me, I could see the empty drill field. I put out the smoking stub of the cigar under the sole of my boot. The warm orange glow faded and died. All was blackness. It reminded me of Claudia’s eyes.		Through the window behind me, I could see the empty drill field. I put out the smoking stub of the cigar under the sole of my boot. The warm orange glow faded and died. All was blackness. It reminded me of Claudia’s eyes.

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New page: Cadet First Class Claudia Crewws arrived in the classroom right on time and took her usual seat. I observed her with contempt from behind the podium as she produced her textbook from her ...