Chatterbox: Inkwell

Here is the hideous first part of my Nano.  Please sabotage.

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 At that particular moment in time, Zee  was surprised at how the planets and the stars had decided her life.  Currently, they weren’t doing a very good job.  As the anonymous men in white coats went about their usual business of handcuffing her, she got several looks of sympathy from her comrades and partners in crime.  She looked down at her right leg, scarred and discolored for five years.  Please don’t die on me, she thought to her leg she’d nicknamed “Slacker.”  It wasn’t really Slacker’s fault that he only worked half the time.  If you thought about it much, it was all Kid’s fault.  But Kid was dead.  Liza didn’t really mind that much. 

            Kid was a pest.  Everyone could’ve called him Pest, if they had known he would be one when Zee and her friends were four.  There wasn’t a name in their limited vocabulary to describe his peskiness, so they just called him Kid.  Partly because the Administrators called him that, and partly because they were scared of the five numbers tattooed in black ink on his forearm.  66666 was how he was entered in Administrators’ computer data, 66666.  66666, the devil’s number.  Zee and all her friends were other five number combinations, 95411, 95412 and 95413, Zee’s number.  She had been told by one of the caretakers that up above, it was special.  It was the reverse of a number the caretaker called “pie”.  Zee only had pie once, and even though she massacred it on her plate, she couldn’t find any of the numbers that made up hers.  Maybe that’s why that caretaker, a “Blabbermouth” according to the Administrators, wasn’t seen again.

            “Follow me,” one of the white-coated men ordered.  One of his cohorts shoved Zee forward, almost tripping her.  She quickly righted herself and walked behind the first man.  He led her down five staircases, six hallways and three stalling elevators.  Zee knew why she was down this  far, because she was “imperfect” and “not currently suitable for work”.  One of her friends, Bit, had told her why they were taking her down far.  So the waiting people above wouldn’t hear the screams.  Bit had been down there yesterday.  He came back a sniveling mess, and a few centimeters taller.  Bit was called that because he was only a bit of the size everyone else was.  When Zee was younger, she had to bend down to properly see his head.  He stopped growing after that.  When he came back from whatever they were doing, he was almost as tall as Zee, one of the loftier ones in the group.  He was the first one to come back from below their waiting room.  Apparently, he wasn’t the last.