Monday, June 11, 2012
Timed Writing: 6/7/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: "... the kind of muscle it will take to fight..."
Source: After the Quake by Haruki Murakami
"I can see you're all fit -- in peak condition." The instructor sang her words in a twang that cut through the murmured conversations and the whispers of anticipation. "You were selected based on a long list of desired attributes."
She was tall and thick. Not fat, but not just muscly either. Her physical presence demanded recognition and her plain uniform, cut close to her feminine curves did nothing to mitigate the strength of that presence.
"You all have the best bodies that our species can grow," she continued. "You are free of known heritable risk factors for disease and you have no allergies, food intolerances, or history of untreated injuries. You are strong. Anchored to your granite-dense bones are thick, toned muscles. But today we will learn whether they are the right sort. Do you have the kind of muscle it will take to fight?"
She paused while we all waited, listening, puzzled. I stood near the back of the group and from what I could read of their body language, none of the other nineteen recruits were any more comfortable than I with the possible implications of the instructor's words.
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