FourteenThe Council members shift in their chairs, losing patience with David's unfocused presentation. He tries to improvise with some of the statistics he learned about 40,000 children a day dying in the world because money is spent on wars instead of food and medicine. About what his mother said about peace profiting everyone and war profiting no one. About how he wants to use the Singer for good, not just for power. He has a responsibility and he takes it seriously. He just has to figure out how to use it.
The huge brass gong is struck by the timekeeper, and its reverberation is felt ominously throughout the auditorium. David's three minutes are up. His knees wobble embarrassingly, and every vital organ in his body quivers from the vibration of the gong.
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