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Good Morning Please find your new tables. Send a representative up to get your books and journal papers. AAlexander AlexBrineeEbby

2Blake BrennanGeorgiJaxsann

3DevanEdwinJessicaJulissa

4ElijahFrankyKlaraKrystal

5GarrettJacobNaomiNou

6JonKennyNikkiOdalis

7KevinRaceSaidaSamantha

8RikZachSaylee

The Council of Scholars has said that we all know the things which exist and therefore the things which are not known by all do not exist.

One night, we were cutting open the body if a dead frog when we saw its leg jerking.

We put a piece of copper and a piece of zinc into a jar of brine, we touched a wire to them, and there, under our fingers, was a miracle which had never occurred before, a new miracle and a new power.

We found wires that led to strange little globes of glass on the walls; they contained thread of metal thinner than a spiders web.

No single one can possess greater wisdom than the many Scholars who are elected by all men for their wisdom. Yet we can. We do.

The Unconquered.

Our dearest one, we whispered. Never have men said this to women.

Then they knelt by the moat, they gathered water in their two hands, they rose and they held the water to our lips.

And when we put our wires to this box, when we closed the current - the wire glowed!

There are no limits to its secrets and its might, and it can be made to grant us anything if we but choose to ask. We must not keep our secret to ourselves, not buried under the ground. We must bring it into the sight of men.

They will see, understand and forgive. For our gift is greater than our transgression.

Yes, we do care. For the first time do we care about our body. For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood.

For the first time do we know how strong our arms are. And a strange thought comes to us: as we wonder, for the first time in our life, what we look like.

We will not tell you.

We wondered who was sprinkling burning coal dust upon the floor, for we saw drops of red twinkling on the stones around us.

Then we smiled, for we thought of the light and that we had not betrayed it.

Then, tonight, we knew that we must escape. For tomorrow the World Council of Scholars is to meet in our city.

We shall put before them the greatest gift ever offered to men. We shall tell them the truth. We shall hand them, as our confession, these pages we have written.