Some days later. Harlan was in class, the lecturer had left on the note that everyone should check the school group chat for the group they fall in respect of the research they were to do on a topic."With the invention of new technology, what is the future for information law? Are we, legal scholars, going to have a chance or will it be high technology CEOs who would define laws we have to live by?" The lecturer had said."The group that comes up with the best piece will win a trip to vacation — you guys will be the one to choose where you want that to be. And, any group that wins, the participants already passed this semester's exam. If you fall into that category, you have nothing to be scared of, as marks will be awarded to promote you to your final year in college," the lecturer had said."There are three hundred and six students in this department and I have divided you all into thirty one groups. Make sure to locate your group and sta

Harlan's hand hung in the air."What is that supposed to mean, Roger?" Elizabeth frowned."Don't you see how he looks? You know the stuff about evolution? I don't know much about it but, he looks like some fore fathers. So outdated.""Hey, Roger. That isn't something pretty to tell someone you are meeting for the first time," Elizabeth scolded, but Roger wasn't going to take that. He walked closer to Harlan who has managed to put down his hand now."I don't like how you look," Roger told him.Harlan shrugged, "who cares?""I don't like how you talk too.""That doesn't have anything to do with the research we are to work on," Harlan said flippantly."Yo, man, do you know me?""I don't think so.""On the stage, I am Bobby. Still don't know me?" Harlan took a closer look at Roger. There is only one Bobby he used to hear of, and that

There was no single hair on his head. Harlan wondered if the guy had a young voice or maybe he was really young. But... Are there still young guys who prefer having all their hair shaved off? Harlan hadn't seen guys like that. "What do you want from me?" Harlan asked edgily."I don't like talking too much so I will get straight to the point. Who are you to the Alberts?"Harlan frowned, "what has that got to do with you bringing me here?"The guy adjusted his grip on his gun, as if telling Harlan that you don't talk any how to a man with a gun."I am twenty five years old and I have served about five jail terms."Again, Harlan wondered what they had to do with this, but he knew better than to say it out. He couldn't see the guy's face because of the facemasks."Oh," Harlan muttered."Of all the five times I have served jail terms, I didn't do anything wrong."
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