DICHOTOMY™

• ALGORITHM •

In the clatter of books and laptops shutting and pens tumbling, and the shambles of rowdy hoolaboos and groans of her classmates, the deafening hustle were drowned in the pensive thought that repeated like a cycle.

Alexandra did not have a face.

Unlike those classmates who had faces to paint themselves with disappointment or joy, she never had a canvas to begin with.

A deathly dull, poker face that was devoid of anything.

The big pendulum clock above the podium wall struck two in the afternoon, and with that, everyone including Alex breathed out a huge sigh of relief. The dismissing bell rang.

Everyone and the last professor rushed to make their way out of the auditorium, while Alex kept herself seated at the back. She waited for the hall to empty before she could discreetly beeline her way out, slipping through unnoticed.

Once it fell to a pin drop silence, she could hear her own breathing.

A painfully long discussion she had with those horrid voices today.

And a pleasant epiphany that struck her just when she crossed the gates and stepped out of the medieval world of the Academy, that had her snigger as her feet traced the path of the cold pavement.

Alexandra knew how to deal with people. She had not lost that ability yet. But,

it was just too tiring for every bone and every nerve of every tendon to get herself involved in a mess that was not needed. Why try hard when you could do things without getting in the dirt?

Just follow the Algorithms, and everything falls in line.

The Internship thing will too. It was just a matter of time. When the billboards of the high rise buildings blared the latest pop stars in neon lights, the hustle and bustle of the lively city filled with thunderous zooms and tremors of high speed carts filled her ears; the hollering of the crowd's busy footsteps and endorsement of tempting stores seemed so futile.

That's when she realized - she had finally left the Frostford behind and was now walking in the busiest part of the world. The busiest part of NYC - The Times Square.

"We apologize for the interruption on the behalf of the Board of Media Regulations. But, we shall have to stop the programs on the televisions countrywide."

When did the music video being forecasted on the skyscraper change to a news headline, she didn't know. When she realized it did, she stopped walking. And so did the busy city.

The hastened cold winds stung through her dried eyelids that were glancing sat the two reporters, and so was everyone else's.

"For today's breaking news, The Bdringhetton Bill proposed by government of United states that was meant to impose restrictions on trials of the unsolicited refugees and prisoners of war, has now been successfully and suddenly been retracted by the ruling party.

Although rumors of upheaval have been silenced by the leading spokesperson of the chair of cabinet. The opposition party of The Socrata People's Republic is expected to forge a vehement protest.

Mr. Alfredo Houstous, the chairman of the committee responsible for circulation and implementation of the bill has been sentenced to a capital punishment of 34 years along with the seize of all the properties illegally blacklisted with the money embezzled using the national funds.

And other 86 members were sentenced to an unspecified time in prison."

A chain of shocked gasps and condemning curses were heard simultaneously on the roads. The infamous bill had been suddenly taken back, and the men in action had their whole life ruined.

Not some ordinary men. The were some very influential and powerful politicians and bureaucrats.

Tables had turned on the government overnight.

". . . . . . . and sudden was the news, just after the rumors had flew and not even dried yet.

That the ruling party had been engaging in diplomatic meetings with the President of The Walker House for the past few weeks.

When the President's involvement is introduced, it is difficult to pretend everything as a shock.

It has been speculated that he was a major force behind driving the ruling party to their contradicting conclusion."

Useless. He always is, no need to repeat it every single moment.

She walked away to reach the sidewalk, her slightly smirking face morphed into a frustrated frown. Again, her eyes were blank, face stoic. As she walked forward with quite footsteps, there was only one thought swimming at the back of her head.

How do the Algorithms differ?

How come one can be so powerful?

Certainly, the algorithms didn't match.

Rolling her eyes with a deep sigh, she turned and walked away to the place where she was supposed to be.

If only they did, one day I would turn this mundane life of mine.

Stupid woman! Useless! Selfish! Coward! You can never be like them! Weakling! Ugly duckling!

She could not deny them anymore. It no longer felt like watching an act in the theatre.