“Notate Salva’s reaction. Is it the same at one hundred and seventeen? Ten thousand one hundred and one?”

“No, much worse. She’s taken on the roll of Rescuer. Let’s move on to the next window, see how Myrka is doing.”

The group of behavioral scientists moved over to the next viewing window. “Myrka is methodical. She’s agreed to sacrifice half for a nap. As expected. Put her in Field Ethics. Let’s move on to Namoi”.

They found Namoi snoring in a pool of drool. She gave up hours ago. “This is a bit of a surprise, considering her father is a Judge and her mother a Psych professor. Goes to show you, nurture, not nature, at least with this one. Janitorial. Let’s try level fifteen with Salva?”

“I’m not comfortable with this. She’s proven she’ll sacrifice herself. We’ve got what we nee—

—We have a different protocol when someone reaches this level. She could be a General. A big bonus for us."

Piped-in voices tried to interrupt Salva- Don’t think about primes, or five dozen eggs, or infinity, or pi, or…