Hop-17
Professor Coyle gently keyed an authorization code into the main console of the sterile room. Replacing equipment while sailing through space was difficult and after so many trips, this vessel was far from prime condition.



Many of the twenty-one students murmured quietly at the revelations. Some also leaned forward to peer in fascination at the vivid ball in the magnified window of their ship. Only those about to assume roles of importance in their society were taken to the far reaches of the universe. Over the last decade, this group of children had visited untold solar systems to fulfill the requirements for their careers. Some of them had gone the full decade between parental visits, which meant their young minds had been formed by Federation guidelines and it made Coyle uneasy. He also didn’t like all of the stiff black and white uniforms glaring at his own pale gray mark of the sterile scientists. All of these kids were breeders and Coyle tried not to hate them for it as he continued.


“Excuse me, Professor?”
“Yes, Amanda?” Coyle was a bit surprised to be interrupted. None of the other classes had ever questioned him. These HOP lessons were supposed to be unmonitored, but parents usually warned their kids to be quiet. Things had gotten ugly between the two ruling factions of the Federation. Scientists, who held an equal share of the ten judicial seats, wanted the HOPs to continue until answers were found. The Legislators, who held a powerful advantage in their ability to breed, didn’t. They wanted to launch a new program where all station inhabitants, American and other, would resume living on planets.
“Will they remember anything?” Amanda inquired. “The reseeders, I mean.”
“Only an incredibly bright light, and then a large bang. They won’t be harmed during the transfer.”
“Will they be trained or educated? Given anything to survive with?” the girl insisted.

“Nothing else?” Amanda pushed.
“No.” Professor Coyle frowned. “Congress has decided that our interference is what has caused the program to fail sixteen times. The next planet will not be given any technology or advanced presences to contaminate the field.”
Coyle waited impatiently for the most inquisitive of his class to ask the next logical question for someone in her position. Amanda would follow her outspoken parents into legislative affairs and disrupt things there, many assumed. Coyle simply wanted her to come away from his class understanding that there were two sides to every story, and one of them was almost always a lie.
“What do you think?” the professor guided. The other students were mostly still eyeing the frozen pods on the screen, but this was a lesson for all of them and they were listening.
“I’m not sure,” Amanda answered without shame or defense. “I support all life being left alone to die or flourish on its own, as my family always has. I also agree with the Scientists that we must have answers to have true peace. But I also think the rebels are right about it being hurtful and a lost cause to try to control human nature at all. I was sent here to be educated on those things, but all of those views have only grown stronger.”

“Because the others were done without consideration for the subjects?” Amanda confirmed.
Coyle was impressed to see that the girl’s repeated questions were drawing the other students back into the conversation. She had her father’s magnetic personality, but without his need to wield it so heavily.
“No, though the first few were destroyed sloppily. We developed the asteroid removal system to be more merciful when it was time to end an experiment.”

Coyle had also. He believed they needed answers, but by teaching their kids to search for them this way, Coyle often felt like he was carrying a weight that he could never remove. If there were a God or Hell, he would surely burn for his participation in something so inhumane. Until then, he owed his life to the council, and he would do his duty. “Please turn to page 1 in the restricted guides. They’ll open with this code: Ex16.”
Hop-17 by Angela White
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