He pressed the fabric of his Academy uniform with a sigh, squashing the bandage flat. His class was more then half way through the sixth year at the Guardsman Academy and only worked on a few students a week in every class. The teachers and administrators never expressed the reason so few students got nanobot augmentations per week. They could shuffle the whole class through in that week.
Samson was guessing that they were starting at the top of the class and working down the merit list. Like so many other things at the Academy, administration of the nanos were merit based too. The medics had only started administering them the week before, and since Samson was in the top five of his class, he and another boy who was ranked sixth had been sent to the medical center to be augmented.
