Super Trick or Treat System

We love things science. In the dark, in a secret moment, when we woke up at night, there were no brothers around, but only their shape and fight on the bed. We closed our eyes, closed our lips, and then stopped our steps. Breathe, don't let the trembling let our brothers see or hear or guess, we think we want to be sent to the home of scholars when our time comes.

All the great modern inventions come from the "House of Scholars", such as the latest invention discovered only a hundred years ago, involving how to make candles from wax and rope. Also, how to make glass and put it in our windows to protect us from rain. To find these things, scholars must study the earth and learn from rivers, sand, wind, and rocks. If we go to the "House of Scholars", we can also learn from it. We can ask these questions because they do not prohibit asking questions.

Problems keep us from rest. We don’t know why our curse makes us seek what we never know. But we cannot resist it. It whispers to us that there are great things on our planet, and we can know them if we try, and we must know them. We ask why we must know, but it has no answer. We must know what we might know.

Therefore, we hope to be sent to the home of scholars. We hope so high that at night our hands trembled under the blanket and we bit our arms to stop the other pain we couldn't bear. This is evil, we dare not face brothers in the morning. For men, they may not want anything. When the career council provided us with life authorization, we were punished. Life empowerment tells those who have reached the age of fifteen what they will do in the rest of the day.

The career committee came on the first day of spring, and they sat in the hall. We were 15 years old and all the teachers walked into the hall. The career committee sits on a high platform, and they only have two words to address each student. They gave the students names, and when the students walked in front of them one by one, the council said: "Carpenter" or "Doctor" or "Cook" or "Leader". Then each student raised his right arm and said: "Our brother's will is realized."

Now, if the council says "carpenter" or "cook", then the assigned students start working and they no longer study. But if the council says "leader", then these students will enter the leader's house, which is the greatest house in New York City because it has three stories. They have studied there for many years, so it is possible for them to become candidates, and through the council, all free and ordinary votes are elected for the city council, the state council and the world. But even if this is a great honor, we don’t want to be leaders. We want to be a scholar.

Therefore, we waited in the lobby for our turn, and then heard the career committee call us: "Equality 7-2521". We walked to the prairie, our legs did not tremble, we looked up at the council. The Security Council has five members, three men and two women. Their hair is white, and their faces are cracked like the mud of a dry river bed. They are very old. They seem to be older than the marble of the World Council Temple. They sat in front of us and they did not move. Moreover, we did not breathe the folds of the white gasoline that stirred them. But we know they are still alive because the fingers of the oldest rose hand pointed at us, and then they fell. This is the only thing that moves, because the lips of the oldest people did not move because they said: "Sweeper".

We feel happy that when we look high above the face of the Council, the ropes around our necks tighten. We know we are guilty, but now we have a way to make up for it. We will accept our life authorization, we will work happily and voluntarily for our brothers, and we will eliminate the sin against them. They don't know, but we do. Therefore, we are happy, proud of ourselves and our victory. We raised our right arm to speak. The voice that day was the clearest and most stable voice in the hall. We said:

"Our brother's will is fulfilled."

We look directly into the eyes of the Council, but their eyes are like blue glass buttons.

Therefore, we walked into the Scavenger House. This is a gray house on a narrow street. There is a day in the yard, through which the Housing Authority can tell the time of day and when the bell will ring. When the bell rang, all of us got up from bed. In our eastern window, the sky is green and cold. The shadows on the sunbathing mark the half an hour we spent eating and wearing breakfast in the restaurant, where there are five long tables, each with twenty clay plates and twenty clay cups. Then we took brooms and rakes to work on the streets of the city. Within five hours, when the sun was high, we returned home and ate our dinner, which allowed half an hour. Then we go to work again. In five hours the shadows on the sidewalk were blue, the sky was blue, the brightness was deep and not bright. We came back for dinner, which lasted an hour. Then the bell rang and we walked straight to one of the town halls to attend a social meeting. Other columns for men come from all walks of life. Candles were lit, and the councils of the various houses were standing on the pulpit. They told us about our duties and our brothers. Then, the visiting leaders stepped onto the podium. They read to us what they said at the city council that day, because the city council represents everyone and everyone must know. Then we sing hymns, hymns of brotherhoods, hymns of equality and hymns of collective spirit. When we got home, the sky was a damp purple. Then the bell rang, and we walked straight to the city theater for three hours of social entertainment. There is a drama on the stage, there are two wonderful choruses from the actor's house, they speak and answer loudly in two voices. These dramas are about hard work, how good it is. Then, we walked along the straight column back to the house. The sky is like a black sieve with silver droplets hanging on it, trembling, ready to explode. The moth hit the street lamp. We went to bed until the bell rang again. The sleeping hall is white, clean and tidy, with almost nothing to save a hundred beds. Then the bell rang, and we walked straight to the city theater for three hours of social entertainment. There is a drama on the stage, there are two wonderful choruses from the actor's house, they speak and answer loudly in two voices. These dramas are about hard work, how good it is. Then, we walked along the straight column back to the house. The sky is like a black sieve with silver droplets hanging on it, trembling, ready to explode. The moth hit the street lamp. We went to bed until the bell rang again. The bedroom is white, clean and tidy, with almost nothing to save a hundred beds. Then the bell rang, and we walked straight to the city theater for three hours of social entertainment. There is a drama on the stage, there are two wonderful choruses from the actor's house, they speak and answer loudly in two voices. These dramas are about hard work, how good it is. Then, we walked along the straight column back to the house. The sky is like a black sieve with silver droplets hanging on it, trembling, ready to explode. The moth hit the street lamp. We went to bed until the bell rang again. The sleeping hall is white, clean and tidy, with almost nothing to save a hundred beds. The two voices speak and answer together. These dramas are about hard work, how good it is. Then, we walked along the straight column back to the house. The sky is like a black sieve with silver droplets hanging on it, trembling, ready to explode. The moth hit the street lamp. We went to bed until the bell rang again. The sleeping hall is white, clean and tidy, with almost nothing to save a hundred beds. The two voices speak and answer together. These dramas are about hard work, how good it is. Then, we walked along the straight column back to the house. The sky is like a black sieve with silver droplets hanging on it, trembling, ready to explode. The moth hit the street lamp. We went to bed until the bell rang again. The sleeping hall is white, clean and tidy, with almost nothing to save a hundred beds.

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