Cilla knew...and knew how little that truly meant. Her name and reputation drew parents to enroll their children, but once the little godlings put their butts in their hammocks, they weren’t actually interested in learning at all, and their ever-present A.I. monitor drones made sure that no real education could take place.
As infrequently as actual learning occurred at the school, Cilla’s presence brought prestige to All Einstein...and prestige equaled money. Unfortunately, the school administrators were so beholden to and intimidated by the godlings, Cilla knew they could not protect even her from those tattooed techno-savages.
"Thank you, but I want to leave," said Cilla. "I’ve had enough. I’m burned out."
"But you’re still making a difference," said Principal Caesar, and it took
