No Longer Here.

My many rectangular eyes scan the scene before me in extreme interest. "Have you chosen the subjects of the test?" my master commands from far away, inserting thoughts into my mind. "I'm just finishing master." i reply in thoughts. This is, in actuality, a lie. How am I to choose six specimens out of seven billion? I must hurry or the master will be angry. There are many things to consider. The microscopic drones had brought back plenty of options, but there where still too many. I will give these subjects some advantages, though I know I am not supposed to. Language will be one. They will all speak the same dialect. Age is another, they will all be in pre-matureity. I will not choose subjects who are crippled or will die without medication. After all, I figure, we are studying a human adolescent's ability to survive.