Students streamed out of Yvonne's geology class, rolling up their flexible displays and shoving them into backpacks. Yvonne lingered outside, dreading what came next: she needed to press the button.The funeral home had just sent her a microfluidic hot key that would take action with one nail press. The new button rose like a blister on the band of the flesh-coloured Metric that clung to her wrist. Her racing heartbeat and clammy skin revealed her anxiety, casting her Meta-score down with each moment she delayed, but her finger refused to tap - even if it meant losing points. Peggy careered around the corner of the building, blonde hair brushing the wolf on her airbrushed T-shirt. She grinned at Yvonne. "How'd you do today?" Yvonne glanced at her Metric as if she hadn't been staring at it. "I scored basic learning and self-actualization points. Just another weekday in class."
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