I was flipping a coin today and i just remembered a part in my book that is kind of sad but i was just happy i remembered something. :lol: and im going to share that part of the book with you. (joy right)

           Dr. Halsey led him to the edge of the nearby sandpid and stopped.

          "What's your name?" she asked.

          "I'm John," he said. The boy held out his hand.

          Dr. Halsey didn't expect physical contact. The subject't father must have taught him the ritual, or the boy was highly imitative.

          She shook his hand and was surprised by the strength in his miniscule grip. "It's very nice to meet you. She knelt so she was at his level. "I wanted to ask you what you were doing?"

         "Winning," he said.

         Dr. Halsey smiled. He was unafraid of her...and she doubted that he'd have any trouble pushing her off the hill, either.

         "You like games," she said. "So do I. I have a different game I want you tno try. Look." She reached into her purse and brought out a metal disk. She turned it over and it gleamed in the sun. "People used coins like this one for currency a long time ago, when Earth was the only plant we lived on."

         John gave a slight nod, knowing what to do.

         She tossed it, making sure tere was plenty of spin.

         John's eyes watched it with that srange distant gaze.He tracked it as it went up, and then down toward the ground-his hand snapped out and snatched the quarter out of the air. He held up his closed hand. "Eagle!" he shouted.

         She reached for his hand and peeled open his tiny fist.

        The quarter lay in his palm: the eagle shining in the orange sun.

        John retracted his hand. "i get to keep it, right?"

       "Yes, you can keep it, John." She smiled at him-then stopped.

       She shouldn't have used his name. That was a bad sign. She couldn't afford the luxury of liking her test subjects. She mentally stepped away from her feelings. She had to maintain a professional distance. She had to... because in a few months Number 117 might not be alive.

       She looked one last time at Number 117-at John. He was having so much fun, running and laughing. For a moment she envied the boy's innocence; hers was long dead. Life or death, lucky or not, she was condemning this boy to a great deal of pain and suffering.

       But it had to be done.

Now see the time that this book takes place is in 2517 so ya.. thats a long time away. And i bet none of you know what book this is from.