Chapter 9
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Chapter 9
The bell rang (yes, we have a bell cause this is still the 20th century for some reason) and the other kids stormed out.
I was on the bench, which was covered in writings and quotes and little drawings that made it a work of art in itself.
Most of my class came and surrounded me.
“What’s that, the new phone?”
“What’s it called?”
“Oh, nai, veil or something.”
“It’s awesome. Not the pink one of course, don’t want the pink one,” a classmate said, defending his manliness.
I decided to act smart and show them what Deppy figured out. She was around the corner. She could easily hear me talking about the phone’s features that she taught me about a few hours before. If she was offended about that, she didn’t show. My class was “Ooh-ing” and “Ahh-ing” as I demonstrated.
“Let’s say I don’t know who you are Christos, and I see you here on the street. I look at you through the phone’s screen, and there’s your public profile! You’re online, so I can see your profile pic, your status, whatever. Nothing private though, nothing like that.”
That got another round of interest, and people turned to their own phones and googled for the minisite Hermes had made for showcasing the Veil.
Yes, this was going to be a hit. I felt proud for my dad. It’s not like he was the only one making the thing, but it was nice that his company was looking forward to a mass-market success.
The bell rang again, this time telling us to get our asses inside.
We all ignored it of course. Except the nerd. Deppy went inside for class.
A few minutes later, the teacher came outside and started herding us in.
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