Chapter 2

Everyday Thomas would wake up and go to school. His classes were very boring. The people in his classes tended to be like machines.

He often asked the machines if they had had good weekends, to be polite of course.

They always said that their weekends were good.

Thomas thought it was funny that they always said that for two reasons.

1) It proved that they were like machines.

2) He read a book once where God turned everybody in the world was a machine, and left one man who was able to make decisions. The man eventually turned into a machine because he had to fit in. The author didn't give any insight into Gods thoughts (Thomas thought he was scared to), but the moral of the story was obvious. Thomas felt like the man in the story. Except without the God bit. Thomas had issues believing in divine intervention. Kind of like myself. But that's for later.

Since Thomas hated the idea of being like a machine, even though he was, he spent more time on being creative than he should have. His grades always suffered. His parents always got angry. His teachers were always perplexed.

His classmates were very competitive machine people. They were always nice, because they sometimes got bad grades too. Thomas knew they were smug deep down that their hard work paid off. Thomas didn't mind though... they were entitled to whatever made them happy.

He supposed that it was equivalent to what he felt when he drew or cooked or wrote or played hockey.

He often described the feeling as beautiful.

Nobody seemed to understand what he meant.

Thomas wrote a poem about it. This is what he wrote.

"It was a dance, they decided
that split the evening sky
The colors of the spectrum flashed
Wavered. Faded.
Reborn. Danced.
Aurora."

He thought words were limited.

But it made sense to him.

Thomas didn't really think that his classmates were machines if they felt that. They were just better at being civil about it. Why though?

This is what confused Thomas about society. He still thought a lot about it.