Jennifer sat down to eat dinner with her parents.

"How was your first day of school, honey?" asked her mother.

Jennifer frowned and teared up.

"What's wrong?" asked her father.

"Father, I know you and Mother both worked hard saving for us to move to this enclave, but I miss my other school with kids like me."

"Explain …" Her father set down his eating utensils and folded his hands.

"Well …" Jennifer choked up.

"It's okay, honey. Take a deep breath." Her mother held her hand.

"So I entered the cafeteria and sat down with a group of kids laughing and giggling. They all stared at me and laughed again. Whenever I spoke, they would laugh louder while pointing at me. I left the cafeteria and ran down a hallway until a nice lady who saw me told me to stop and asked me what was wrong … then …" Jennifer cried.

"It's okay, honey, go on …" said her mother.

"She's a cybernetics teacher. She asked me where I came from. I explained how the two of you spent your life savings to buy this domicile to live in this enclave. The teacher said that's unfortunate because I'm not 'linked' to the neural grid, and it costs more than a domicile to get the surgical implants for that. So she had me meet up with the school principal, who gave me a form for both of you to sign."

"Oh? Let's see it," said her father.

The title stated: 'Submission Form for Special Education.'