While the sim teacher began a lesson on colors, Jaime began plotting means of striking back against the Sample. Once she was out of Child Accomodations, Jaime would have to get to the Armory. Most of the weapons there would be too difficult for any of the reduced crew to use but the...
"VIOLENT THOUGHT PATTERN IDENTIFIED IMPLEMENTING NEURAL RECONFIGURATION."
...the what? Jaime frowned she could picture the Armory clearly enough, but she couldn't remember how to operate the weapons or which was which. That didn't make sense she'd have used all of them before. After all she's responsible for maintaining everything in...
"ERROR IN SUBJECT'S COGNITION ATTEMPTING TO ADJUST NERAL PATTERNS TO COMPENSATE."
...the playroom? Of course she knew what was in the playroom. Dolls and blocks weren't going to be of much use against the Sample though. It's too bad the ship didn't have anything that could be used to hurt the Sample.
"Miss Jaime?" Came the voice of the Sim Teacher.
"Huh?" Jaime looked up to see that the entire class was looking at her expectedly.
"Please pay attention dear. Now can you tell me what this color is?" the sim teacher said pointing to a floating color splotch.
"That's red," Jaime scowled she knew better than to argue with a sim, but being chastised for not paying attention to questions about naming colors still annoyed her.
"Very good," the sim teacher said clapping along with the rest of the sims, "Now can you tell us something that is red?"
The sound of all the fake children clapping in perfect unison was unsettling. It was settled combat training sims were preferable this nightmare. A thousand bloody simulated bullet wounds would be...wait what was a bullet wound? She definitely had known what they were a few minutes ago. They were red like the color, hurt a bunch, and they were caused by...
"ADDITIONAL ERROR IN SUBJECT'S COGNITION ATTEMPTING TO ADJUST NERAL PATTERNS TO COMPENSATE."
...Duh! How could she forget that skinned knees were caused by tripping and scraping them on the ground. She must have been pretty bad at those sims if she was falling over so much though. But wasn't she supposed to be good at...
"Miss Jaime we can't have you getting distracted during every question now can we?"
This was absurd she shouldn't have to put up with this! She had far bigger things to worry about some fake teacher's questions! This pointless sim was really starting to...
"VIOLENT THOUGHT PATTERN IDENTIFIED IMPLEMENTING NEURAL RECONFIGURATION."
...make her upset. This was so embarrassing, all the sim kids were staring at her and the teacher was waiting for her to answer. Ok so what was the question? Name something red, right? That was easy. Wait which color was red again? The color splotch wasn't floating in the middle of the room anymore, so she couldn't double check.
"Uh...corn?"
"Sorry dear. Corn is yellow. Can anyone else name something red? Yes, Henry?"
This was mortifying. Not only had she looked silly getting distracted so easily, she had also gotten a kindergarten question wrong. Listening to the sim kid confidently giving a correct answer only made her feel even more stupid.