Quamrán by Kane Lynch
Today is the last day of the school week, and they're doing DNA tests. After lunch, we're herded into the auditorium. The principal is at the front of the room, mentally rehearsing the speech he's about to give. Behind him teams of technicians are setting up equipment. They are being directed by six elderly clerics in the light grey robes of the Inner Circle. I think they make him nervous.
A chime sounds, and we all quiet. The principal coughs. "Before we begin, we should give proper thanks for our fortune in living in such an amazing time," he forces a smile, "Let us all say the third prayer of eternity."
"We give thanks in the name of Quami-Sarol…" we drone. Any meaning has long been drained from the words. We're reciting the sounds. "…he who brought us to the light, who taught us the value of freedom and honesty, justice and courage. Quami-Sarol, to you we give our eternal gratitude."
The principal glances behind him at the clerics. He's hopin