C 10. Superhumans Nursery

This time ten people were standing in front of the class. "These will be your classmates," says Brandon before they leave.

From my observation, this facility has different people from different nations. That applies to these classmates of mine.

Each one of them has a different temperament, skin colour, and when they speak, their accents are different.

Earlier this morning, the attendant purposely matched me through this place. They wanted me to see the classroom and indirectly made me have an idea that I will be studying here. 

Now, standing among the ten people that were waiting. Some standing, others sitting, but no one enters the classroom. I don't know why, but I myself did not try to enter.

A couple of minutes passed when we heard footsteps coming. Four people; two attendants and two lab rats. The two attendants leave the lab rats with us as Brandon and Peter left me behind.

"So, we are going to be learning about our amazing abilities here. I can't wait to see what other people can do." A blond boy with a Russian accent said. He was one of the two newcomers. He walked directly to a Chinese girl… well Asian girl. 

I promised myself right now… if I manage to leave this place, I will try to learn more about Eastern Asia, to differentiate Chinese, Japanese and Korean and any other people with a similar look.

The Russian struck a conversation with the girl, and they started talking. From all likelihood they know each other. The other one boldly walked to the classroom door, to enter. 

Someone said, "It's fake"

"What? But why?" The bold guy asked.

"It's best if you wait for the teacher to be here... I was told that the room was just a hologram used to show us where to stand and wait for him." A middle-aged man said.

In that situation, a voice was heard. "I am sorry for the delay. Let's proceed." A man walked out of the class. He looked at each of our faces while also cross-checking with his tablets. "We are missing one person. Let's wait for a moment."

Some of us want to ask the man, but he said all questions will be answered after we left this place. It took one full hour before the last person came, a female with her attendant as usual. 

The hologram classroom disappeared and revealed a giant metal door. Its colour is dark blue with rainbow colouring at the four angles. The man placed his hand on the door, and it vibrated. Then he asked us to follow him.

Say that he passed through the metal door as if it was not there. I concentrated my eyes on it, and I began to see the other side of the door. The man was standing behind the door waiting for us to come in. 

My head began to throb as my eyes strained. I stopped the concentration immediately. "What was on the  other side?" A voice beside me asked. I reply, "He is waiting for us."

The owner of the voice matched forward. He was a tall young man probably the same age as me. He pushed his hand inside the door, his arm, and then he entered completely. Once he did that, the bold guy from before went inside.

Just like that one by one, we entered through the door. When I was entering I felt as if I was passing through thick mud. Yet, when I got delayed because of the thickness of the mud like thing, I was sucked to the other side.

When I'm out into a normal free space with no pressure, I fell. Standing up, I saw seven that passed through before me on the floor. Some are vomiting, others squirming and rolling holding their stomach. 

I dragged myself and stood by beside the instructor, despite feeling dizzy. The rest passed through, but only two people act as if they are only having mild dizziness.

I expect a nurse will come and check their condition, but no one came. The instructor said this was a mere side effect of passing through the Pacing door. 

…

We saw a lot of classes and other facilities that indicate this place as a large school. There are places where people can test their abilities if it's for combat. 

When we passed a class, a student from the classes shouted, "We have newbies here." Before you know it, the whole class was out. Watching us as we matched away.

Some bold male students even try to talk to females among us. But we all ignore them.

Everyone took his seat as we entered the class. I sat at the back. We were not suited for a long time when the table lit up and my information lay bare.

Name: Balarabe shabbar

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Nationality: Nigerian

Skin colour: Light Brown

Eye colour: Dark brown (One black)

Hair colour: Black

Height: 5'6ft

Weight: 63 kg

Bone density: Above Average (Beyond normal human)

Body conditions: Normal (Better than the above-average human)

Emotional condition: Stable (In a slight agitation)

Mental conditions: Normal

Intelligent quotient(IQ): 131

Emotional quotient(EQ): 121 (Subjected to change)

Language spoken: Hausa, English, Arabic, Chinese etc.

…

"These are the most important parts of your information that we are going to discuss." The person that guides us here started explaining. He paused for a moment looking at each one of us that was beginning to stare at him after we were glued, reading our status.

"My name is Darwin Brown and I will take you through your Nursery Class." He wrote the word nursery and continued, "here we call this class a nursery because from here you will begin to understand yourself and how to improve. Not only that, we will show you what meaning your life has."

"Even though we were kidnapped here against our will!! How are you going to show us the meaning of our life?"