I am on another one of the white hovering transportation discs just like the one Hunter, Joy, and I took to Charlotte's office. Currently, the disc is taking me to where I will be spending the second week of quarantine. The first week of the required three week quarantine is finally over. It was easily the worst week of my life. The first week required complete isolation. This means I haven't talked to anyone face to face for a whole seven days. I'm worried about Joy because she doesn't do well without socialization. She loves to talk way too much, so I feel bad for any technicians who had to observe her and talk to her because I'm sure she spoke nonstop whenever someone would talk to her over the intercom and ask questions see how she was doing.

As for myself, I haven't exactly been doing anything productive. While they were at least thoughtful enough to provide a cheap e-reader in each room, the reading material was quite limited. It mainly consisted of medical articles and research papers written by elitists. Occasionally a technician would talk to me through and intercom, but that was only so they could ask questions about whether I seemed to be developing any symptoms at all that are proven to be related to the plague. The most exciting incident the whole week occurred when I reported a slight stomach ache, but in turned out that was only because they were late delivering lunch for the day and I was hungry.

During the second week of quarantine, we will be in small segregated groups so we can get to know the people who will be in our isolation camp with us. It won't be the entire group that will be living the camp, just groups of ten to fifteen people. Over the next week I was told they were going to be running more tests. These ones would be about our abilitys to see where we will fit in in the camp and what our jobs will be while we are there. Although, I was reassured there would still be a few health examinations. The white disc I am on finally comes to a stop when it reaches a being of artificial intelligence waiting outside of a gray sliding door. Beings of artificial intelligence are basically robots, but the scientific elite insists on always making things more complicated than they need to be. However, insted of using whatever ridiculous term the elite currently feel describes the robots best, most people just call them AIs.

"Welcome to Quarantine Center 21A." The AI greets me in a friendly but obviously programmed voice. Elitists have come a long way since the first prototype was invented, but there's still a lot of work to be done. They are hoping to eventually create an AI that is independent and capable of making its own decisions within reasonable parameters.

"For the next week you will get to know if the other nine people inside while undergoing tests so we can find the best fit for you in your future community. It is our hope that through these communities the nation of Revere will be continued. Please continue to cooperate with all the tests because you are the future of Revere." She moves aside and opens the door to reveal a large room with several other people getting to know their new home for the next week. Before I can process anything else about the room, a small blond blur comes sprinting towards me.

"Coral, I'm so glad you're finally here! I have been soooo bored the past few days because there was nobody to talk to. All I had were boring journals and research reports to read. Finally, after they got fed up with me talking too much, they finally brought me some math books to work through so that I can continue getting ahead in the advanced maths."

"Joy, I-" She cut me off before I could even finish my sentence.

"It was absolutely awful, the first week of my life. I thought I was going to die from the isolation. I love talking to people but there were no people talk to. I hated it is so much! But now you're here, and I can talk to you as much as I want all the time." If this is any indication is the how the next week will go, I'm going to start to miss my little room in isolation really quickly. In fact, I'm already starting to wish the only company I had was the journals and papers again because I had forgotten just how much she loves to talk.

"Joy-"

"Maybe I can make friends with some of the other people here. I'm sure one of them likes to talk as well. I can't wait for us to get to the isolation camp. Then there will be be lots of people to-"

"Joy!" I'm finally able to cut her off. "Calm down. There is no need to yell. I missed you too, but we are here for the next seven days. Please try not to get on the other people's nerves too much." She pouts for a second before continuing on. Thankfully this time in a calmer quieter voice.

"Sorry," she says subdued. "I'm just so happy to finally see you again. We have never gone a whole week without seeing each other. As much as I like doing math and getting ahead in my schooling, I never want to go so long without talking to somebody again. Answering questions through an intercom is nothing like actually having a conversation." Just as Joy stops to take a breath, a brown haired girl with matching eyes and skin as tan as mine comes over. She looks to be around my age, and the three of us seem to be the only people under the age of thirty in the room.

"Hello, my name is Kayla." She quietly introduces herself. At least it seem quiet to me, but then again I was just talking to Joy and she only has two volumes of noise: loud and louder. "I hope of the next week we can get to know each other better and become friends otherwise I think this is going to be a very lonely boring seven days."

"I'm Coral and this is my sister Joy. Its nice to meet you and I'm glad to have someone my age to talk to while we are stuck in here. The last week really was quite boring and lonely. Although I must for a warn you, Joy talks nonstop and you may grow annoyed with her really quickly."

"Hey! That's not very nice I'm right here and I can hear everything you say about me." Joy pipes in with indignation. "I don't think I talk too much I'm just friendly."

Kayla laughs at our bantering before responding. "I don't mind, after a week in isolation, I feel like talking nonstop is well."

Before I can respond to her, the doors to the room open and several technicians walk in with equipment to test our vitals. "And so it begins," I mutter under my breath to Kayla and Joy, "seven more days of testing and evaluations."

Sorry for how long it has been since my last update. The hard drive in my old laptop crashed and I was finally able to buy a new one. Anyways, please let know what you the chapter by voting and commenting.