Chapter 9
by
C_Que
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religious education
He spent his free period thinking about what he should do with his chemistry teacher. And came to the conclusion to stay idle for the time being. After chemistry, he had religion and that with Mrs. Meier. And that the religions of this world were based on the collars, she would be the perfect choice to see how it could go.
He knew she liked to stay in the classroom during recess. And he went to the appropriate room at the end of the lesson before the next thirty-minute break. He waited at the door and went in as soon as the last student left the room.
"What are you doing here already, Carl." She asked him.
"There's something I need to discuss with them, Mrs. Meier.
She was petite, blond, slim and as he could see now athletic. She wore platform shoes with a heel, so she was a little taller. In addition, a wise skirt, which corresponded to the specifications, and a shoulder and belly-free top. He liked what he saw.
"What do you want?" She asked, taking a loaf of bread from her breakfast box. He closed the door behind him and reached for his collar, undid the clasp and placed it, hers, on the table. The moment the collar touched the table, the bread fell out of her hand.
"You, ...., you, you are, ...., the chosen one" she stammered to herself.
"Um, ok, I just wanted to know why I can take the collar off unlike others and a few other things to do with the collar since I woke up with it this morning."
"You, ...., so you came of age today and got the collar like everyone else, how do you know you can take it off?" she asks, stunned.
"I got a message to try it, and it worked. I'll be honest, I never looked into it, and I'm not really a believer. I always just thought it was a myth or something. But what does it mean now?" replied Carl.
"Well, that's what all the branches of our faith have in common. There will be a chosen one who can take off your collar. All those who can, stand outside the laws, rather their word is law. So far, however, it has not even happened, as far as we know. But I have now become a witness. Thank you for that. ....., we must go public with this! The world must know that one or the chosen one has appeared!" she says excitedly.
"NO, ...., not yet! I'm not ready yet. I'll make them...."
"Sahra, please don't be so formal, chosen one." she interrupts him
"Yes, I am Carl. So, like I said, don't make it public yet. You can make it public for all I care when I'm ready for it." he played up discomfort.
"Yeah, but the world has to know! Just about everyone will, do what you tell them. And if it's true, you can make him do it if you have to. The Chosen One should be able to influence everyone through the collars," she tried to convince him.
"Then it's not a problem if you don't tell anyone. But I understood, this correctly, that I can now change world events? That explains a thing or two." he countered.
"Yes, you can. But what does it explain?"
He told her about the "display" in front of his eye that he could call up and that he could change people's values. He could even affect their bodies. She listened intently, of course he didn't tell her about the other app, and also, not that he knew everything, after all, he had made sure of that. He just wanted to know how the environment perceived it. Finally, she asked him if he could show her.
"Um, how do you mean." he wanted to know more specifically.
"Well, you can change almost everything about me and everyone else, I would love to experience it," she answered happily. She must have been one of the strict believers.
"Um, yes I can, what would you like?" he picks up, grinning inwardly.
"You're the chosen one, I'm sure you can think of something!" Now the decision was up to him again. Then the door opened and the first students entered.
"You'll be sitting in the front-row starting today, Carl. Maybe you'll pay better attention in class!" she said with a stern mime and winked at him. He grinned back, as he sat with his back to the door, and inconspicuously put the collar back around his neck.
"Yes, Mrs. Meier," he replied, annoyed, and took a seat in the front row.
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