He had other things to worry about at the moment.
His final class of the day ended, and the students filed out of the Terminus Building to the Grand Lawn. Chief Sharkey stood in front of five guards, hands clasped behind his back. A wooden barstool sat in front of each guard.
“Nubern advised all of you that new hair regulations would be enforced starting tomorrow.” He turned and gestured toward the five guards. “I want all you men to form five lines. The women will report immediately to the chow hall.”
The male students grumbled into line while the women walked toward the mess hall. The haircuts didn’t take long. The guards buzzed the student’s’ hair with battery-powered clippers. The five clippers buzzing reminded Austin of a bee hive. Huge clumps of hair fell off into the grass, the w
