"But we have a number already in the employ of the Holy Order. I do not believe they require any more at this time."Jothan smiled. "So you have indeed...employed several of my brethren as I have heard. Quite fortunate they are. Is there nothing I can do for you?" We regret having to turn you away."Jothan sighed. "That is most unfortunate, considering how far I have traveled."The Cohorts paused and gazed at each other for a moment. The first one nodded. The second turned to Jothan and spoke. "How. Originally 5'8" and 140 pounds, he was given the standard Marine Super-Soldier modifications. A social misfit, he was given absolute power over several concubines. Then, after that, he was turned into a trained killer—something that, because of his personality, he had no real way or desire to turn off in polite company." So, he was a walking time bomb."I agreed with the captain's assessment. "Lord Acton's warning about power corrupting is borne out as true yet again." He never should have been. That reminded me to change the divorce laws a bit, too, and very soon. Women’s financial independence mattered, sure, but so did men’s, and the former should never result in destroying the latter. A proper and delicate balance should be preserved. I saw what the current divorce laws did to Mr. Waldron and he was no Mr. Moneybags by any means (what public school teacher is?). This reminded me as well to summon both Mrs. Waldron and Mrs. Wang, both of whom reluctantly appeared. The latter. I can't fail this class. After what felt like 2 eternities, she finally finishes up and walks down the aisle between the desks. "You will be doing this experiment in pairs which I have pre-defined. And no, you can't swap." she announces. A wave of sighs and annoyed groans goes over the class. I didn't mind it though. I didn't have any real friends in this class. It saved the awkwardness of being the last person to find a partner.Mis Davies presses her clicker and the slide changes to a table.