Victor, even as he travels to school in the bus, is still lost in thought about his dream. "Man, that felt too real." He couldn't shake off the unease creeping down his spine. "Should I tell my friends? Nah, they'd tell me to touch grass."
Sleep-deprived and running low on caffeine, Victor barely makes it through the first class before his eyelids betray him.
"What is wrong with you? We're Victors, for god's sake. Not sentimentalists. Compassion - is a weakness." The Victor from his last dream scolds him. "But we're all humans in the end." "Keep being kind and you'll end up being thrown into the NexusVerse."
The Victor who scolds introduces himself. "Anyways," The Victor's voice softens a little, "I'm Victor B-173. Look at your ID, it says you're Victor T-45. To keep it short, we call ourselves by our ID number, you should call me B-173, T-45. Got it?" Victor T-45, still baffled about his experience in the Victorverse, nods silently. "Also, you said something about getting thrown into the NexusVerse. Is it that bad?" "Calling it bad is an understatement. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong in the NexusVerse. That is why we don't deal with it unless we need to discard useless Victors."
"Get up, young man." The teacher slaps Victor awake. "Now come up to the board and explain how quick sort works." To the teacher's surprise and his own, Victor explains how the algorithm sorts the array step-by-step like a tutorial video on YouTube. "Man, what a set of dreams." He mumbles to himself as the bell rings, signaling the end of the class.