“Enforcer, state your given and chosen names to the council,” boomed the judge looking at the podium where I stood.
“My given name is Enforcer H8Z, and I’ve chosen the name Hazel, sir,” I said, trying not to grin at the ridiculous mustache the judge was sporting. I feel that this goes without saying, but it was extremely difficult.
“Why did you call this court meeting?”
“Because sir,” I said clenching and unclenching my fists, “I was meant to be placed in the Futuro.”
There was a moment of silence then, “That is impossible. You were stationed in the Glades, and the system makes no mistakes.”
I could tell that I had annoyed him. One of the Futuro’s many sayings is basically that they don’t ever make mistakes, but I knew they had. “I implore
