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Jocasta’s father let out a long, low sigh of surprise just as Mr Stratton began to speak.

‘Well Jocasta, an honour indeed, and I must say the school is very proud to have another of its pupils chosen again.’ Jocasta had, of course, known the Meyer triplets, Callisto, Leda and Himalia, who had been picked to join the Elite a couple of years previously. They too had been selected for the Mars Colony, but Jocasta hadn’t heard how they were progressing or even which city they were based in. Most of the Elite’s activities were kept very much out of the normal news. In fact, Jocasta had only heard a rumour a few months ago that the Elite might be recruiting again this year but she had dismissed it out of hand. Obviously, as the Meyer triplets had proved, students
were
chosen, hand-picked it seemed, by the formidable force that was the Elite – but she had never
, ever
dreamt that
she
would be chosen . . .

‘We were rather surprised,’ Mr Stratton continued, ‘that you were given this chance, as your academic achievements have not equalled those of our highest achievers. However, we are quite well aware that the Elite look at the potential of the individual not just their IQ results.’

‘Mr Stratton,’ Evie Jackson quickly intervened, her voice full of ill concealed displeasure at his remarks. ‘My daughter might not have the most
conventionally
’ (she said the word with the sort of disdain that might be reserved for a particularly malodorous smell) ‘intelligent brain in your school, but her problem solving techniques have consistently placed her in the top two percent of this establishment ever since she arrived here at the age of six. That is what the Elite are looking for; an enquiring and lateral thinking mind, not just some child who can memorise and regurgitate facts in outdated exams.’

Mr Stratton opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again as Evie Jackson uncrossed her long legs and leant forward to place her hands on the paper strewn table.

‘If you had taken the time to check Jocasta’s records you would have noticed that she has risen up the ranking tables in all subjects, quite consistently, over the past few terms.’

‘Quite so, quite so,’ Mr Stratton replied, obviously rather embarrassed that he hadn’t had the opportunity to locate this information prior to the meeting – but then, he had been reckoning without Evie Jackson. ‘It wasn’t my intention to imply any lack of intelligence or capability on Jocasta’s part. I…I-’ He began to stutter and for one awful moment Jocasta thought she would start to laugh, but she bit down on her bottom lip and managed to suppress her giggles.

‘I’m quite sure Jocasta will make an excellent student and do her best for the Elite.’ He looked towards Jocasta’s father as he finished speaking, unable to meet the discomforting stare of Evie’s eyes.

‘I’m sure she will,’ Dhan replied quietly. ‘If that’s the path she chooses to take: Jocasta may decide differently.’

‘Well, darling?’ Evie turned towards her daughter, ‘Do you want to meet the challenge?’ Jocasta looked from her mother to her father and then back again to her mother.

‘Yes, Mama, I think perhaps I do; but just at the moment it seems a little unreal.’

‘I’m sure it does, my dear.’ Mr Stratton intervened before Jocasta’s mother had a chance to say anything else. ‘So why don’t you take your parents to your Planet Room and discuss it further there. I have another meeting to attend in a few minutes time but if you would like to see me again before you leave,’ he spoke directly to Dhan, ‘I will make myself available.’ And with those parting words he rose from behind the desk like a giant stick insect and began ushering them from the room. They could just make out his continued mumbling, ‘I’m sure you’ll make the right decision between you,’ as the door closed with a swish behind them.

Chapter Two

The school was divided into four groups, each named after a planet: Mercury, Venus, Jupiter and Saturn. Each student belonged to one of them; Jocasta was in Mercury and it was to this student room that she led her parents, in a whirl of
excitement and some anxiety.

‘What do you think I should do? Oh, would you like a drink? Why have they chosen
me
?’ She did a little spin as the questions gathered all over again. ‘Surely there must be some mistake, do you think? How will I tell Will and David and… and Imogen!’ The questions tumbled out without Jocasta waiting for, or expecting, a reply; and her parents, knowing it would be impossible to stop the flow, let her continue with this torrent of words until finally they reached the beautiful Mercury room.

The lush silver carpet was wonderfully soft under their feet and the high arched ceiling had been painted in iridescent colours that sparkled and shimmered as they moved about the room. There were large windows that looked out over the sloping, wooded grounds and down to the estuary beyond, where small boats and yachts could be seen bobbing up and down on the tide.

A giant telescope was positioned on the large, semi-circular balcony and on clear nights the students would cluster round, each trying to get a closer glimpse of the stars and distant constellations that beckoned them to a far different future than that of their parents or grandparents.

For now, much to Jocasta’s relief, the Mercury room was empty. She shook off her shoes and twirled around in an excited dance while her bemused parents looked on. She felt her face begin to glow as she thought about the opportunity of going to Mars and being a member of the Elite.

‘Slow down, Jocasta,’ her mother instructed. ‘And fetch us all a drink so that we can relax a little and discuss this proposal.’

‘But it’s only two weeks till the end of term, Mama, how on earth can I relax?’ Jocasta squealed. ‘I’ve got this life changing decision to make and you’re asking me to RELAX!
Relax
?’

‘You’re quite right, Jocasta,’ intervened Dhan. ‘But at least try to sit down so that we can discuss this decision. All this spinning reminds me of an out of control satellite, you must be getting dizzy. And you’re making me feel nauseous.’

‘No, that’s just your age!’ teased Jocasta, coming to a standstill at last. ‘I’ve heard it can affect your blood pressure when you learn that your eldest child is going on the biggest adventure of her life!’

‘So you’ve definitely decided to leave us?’ said her father, with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Think my blood pressure might go sky high, just like your trip, if I’ve got to take out a loan to pay for all the expensive Elite equipment you’ll no doubt be needing.’

‘Will they really make you pay for all of it?’ gasped Jocasta, trying quickly to do some additions in her head.

‘Don’t be silly.’ Evie placed a hand on Jocasta’s shoulder and guided her to one of the window seats and sat her firmly down. ‘And even if we do have to pay towards it, I really think it’s an opportunity much too important to turn down. I do wish however, you would start acting your age and remove your I.D. ring from the middle of your nose. It looks so unattractive. How many times have I asked you to place it where it should belong?’ And she shook her left index finger under Jocasta’s nose. ‘That was the condition after all, of allowing you to have that so called fashionable tattoo punctured onto your face.’

Jocasta decided to ignore her mother’s nagging and sank into the warm, cosy seat, looking towards her father for allegiance. He just smiled in reply.

‘What do you think Imogen will say?’ she asked him, imagining that her younger sister would be just a little jealous of her achievement.

‘Oh, Imogen will be just fine,’ Evie replied, carefully crossing her legs and placing her hands around her knees. ‘It’ll give her another challenge; to see if she can be invited to join the Elite at a younger age than you.’ They laughed at this remark as Imogen never liked to be second at anything; she was highly competitive, very intelligent and had decided at a very young age that she was going to explore the universe and discover whole new solar systems
and
be the first to discover other civilisations. At just twelve years old she had already been on several trips to the Moon and various satellite stations and even once, won first prize in a global competition and visited the Earth Elite Headquarters at Delhi. An event she would inevitably remind Jocasta about when she heard her exciting news.

Oh yes, Jocasta might be going to Mars at fourteen years old, but Imogen had won a
global competition
at
ten.

‘When should we tell Mr Stratton?’ Jocasta asked her parents. ‘Or do we just find Officer Delaney and inform her?’

‘Why don’t you check out that greencode pin with your mother and I’ll go in search of Mr Stratton,’ said Dhan. ‘I’ve got a feeling he’d rather not entertain us all again, after the talking down he received from your mother.’

‘I was only pointing out the facts,’ retorted Evie. ‘The stupid man should have done his research.’

‘Quite, quite…’ Dhan quickly hurried off in the direction of the head’s office, knowing that it would be pointless to try and say anything in defence of anyone that his wife considered a fool.

Jocasta approached one of the link junctions on the wall and sat down at a nearby screen so that she could view the pin’s information. A CGI face smiled welcomingly from the wall. ‘Welcome to the Elite Home Page, my name is MICA. Please enter your personal digital number and right thumb recognition so that we may proceed.’

She quickly typed in her 14 digit ID number: each earthborn baby was issued with a personal number at birth, usually five letters, followed by 14 digits. The letters related to the place of birth, while the numbers were randomly chosen by computer. Jocasta had learnt hers at a very young age; probably because Evie had recited it to her, without fail, every morning at breakfast and again last thing at night; and directly she could talk Jocasta would be made to repeat it back again to her mother. Jocasta sometimes wondered that if her friends had been subject to the same treatment they might be rather better at recalling theirs’, and not suffer the indignity of the frequent visits to the security office to retrieve their personal information.

‘Clearance given.’ The face of MICA positively beamed back at her. ‘I hope you are well today Jocasta Jackson, how can I assist you? Do you require further information?’ The voice had a strange kind of lilt to it, rather unusual for computer generated speech patterns, which were often very formal.

‘Well…’ Jocasta began, but before she was able to continue with her question a rather forceful presence burst into the room. Imogen almost collided with her mother as she skidded to a standstill, her eyes gleaming and face flushed with exertion.

‘Is it true?’ she exclaimed, her voice sounding strangely high pitched as she tried to control her excitement. ‘Is Jocasta really going to join the Elite? Is she really going to Mars?’

‘I think, Imogen,’ Evie answered, placing a restraining hand on her younger daughter’s arm, to stop her jumping up and down, ‘that you’d better ask your sister; after all she’s the only one who can answer that question.’

Imogen turned to Jocasta, her eyes bright with anticipation. ‘Are you going Jocasta, have you been chosen for the great Elite?’

‘Well they’ve offered me a place, but I really don’t know if I can accept such an honour…’ Jocasta’s voice trembled as she struggled to remain deadpan. ‘After all, how I can possibly bear to leave my little sister?’

It took Imogen a few seconds to realise her sister was just teasing her and then she let out a squeal of indignation, which made the chimes hanging at the windows echo with a reverberating hum.

‘Oh I’m so jealous!’ she wailed. ‘I do so wish it was me. Of course I’m really pleased for you,’ she added quickly, recognising the look on her mother’s face and guessed it would be a reprimand for not congratulating her sister first.

‘Come along girls,’ their mother spoke softly, glancing at the time display on the consol. ‘Is there somewhere we can go that’s a little more private? I’ve a feeling your Planet Room is going to be overtaken by hoards of excited students soon.’

‘Yes we can go to my room,’ Jocasta replied. ‘It’s quicker if we leave through this door.’ She turned and headed towards the far end of the room. ‘We can take the lift to the top floor,’ she explained, seeing her mother’s questioning look. ‘And then back track down the service stairs.’

Their footsteps echoed noisily on the sharp, metal floor and Imogen complained loudly how much she disliked the clinical smell that always seemed to permeate the service areas. It was eerily quiet as the morning staff had finished their routines for the day and the afternoon staff had yet to start. The academy had a large complement of workers who contributed to the smooth running of the establishment, where Jocasta and Imogen boarded during the week.

Jocasta’s room was tiny, but much to the envy of most of her friends, she was the sole occupant and had an exquisite view of the gardens and estuary from the rather oversized window, which dominated one wall. On clear nights Jocasta liked to leave the curtains drawn back and lie in her bed gazing at the stars. That night Jocasta tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep as the events of the day kept replaying in her mind and the knot of excitement in her stomach refused to let her rest. Most of her friends had been pleased for her, although there had been one or two sarcastic remarks from those who felt they were better qualified to train with the Elite. Jocasta had done her best to ignore them, although a small, persistent voice kept echoing their remarks and making her doubt herself.

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