My father got a new job." Ah. Well, I can imagine it would be tough to move in the middle of high school, but you'll like it here. It's a nice place."... I hope so," she said wistfully.We had reached the cafeteria by then. "It's a good school. Well, the food sucks, but I think that's universal." She giggled at that. It was light and musical. We got our food, and I said, "Hey, would you like to come eat with me and my friends?" Uh, well, no thank you," she stammered. "I, uh, already got asked.". There were two girls aged 15 and aboy aged 16 playing like toddlers in a sandbox at the local park.Everything in their minds they had learned since taking their firstindependent steps was erased from their minds. Their moms that were withthem reminded them all to always play nicely and share and never hit orbe aggressive in any way. In about three years they would all beentering kindergarten together. They wouldn't graduate high school untilthey were in their thirties.)Bruce was the only 'T'. Alone to pursue the fantasy she'd had since she was a young teen and had read David Brin's Uplift War series. It was her fantasy that gave her the drive to pursue a PhD in marine biology, still years away.Carl, the head trainer was picked first and given the first shift. Carl had come to think of Cocoa the same way a parent thinks about their child. Having been attached to the Marine Mammal Unit for ten years, he remembered the day she had been born to one of the dolphins that had spent most of. But Mr Jenkinson was famed for being supposedly against the liberal attitude the school had recently taken to sex education and she was more than a little surprised that the 68 year old history teacher had resorted to the same false stories as the rest of them.“I haven’t had sex with him either.”“Oh really!” He replied with delight.The door opened a little wider, she saw immediately Mr Jenkinson sat marking homework on a small desk by the window, surrounded by several other teachers who were.