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grounds of the Digital Media Academy, a solitary mort raked leaves on the grass. Or at least he attempted to rake leaves, for the most part actually just standing around whilst the leaves scattered on the breeze. His arm bent behind his body to some obscene degree and as he turned around, distracted by a small group of female students who chatted happily as they walked over the grass, the morts mangled face came into view - Motorcycle accident?
    Then Gavin and a couple of guys Shannon recognized from Med School exited Dunkin’ Donuts. Her knees almost weak, she grabbed the placard from the floor and held it high. She checked the writing, ensuring it was still readable, ‘End Oppression Now!’ Thankfully the morning rain hadn’t smudged it.
    Gavin walked within ten meters - Damn he was just so hot. That hair, spikey at the back, sigh, like that should ever be allowed at Med School, the bad boy.
    She inflated her chest and shouted, “End Oppression Now!”
    One of Gavin’s friends raised an eyebrow, the tall, skinny one with pockmarks, but Gavin betrayed no reaction.
    “End Oppression Now!” She shouted to his back.
    “Oppression? What do you mean oppression?” Some spotty kid, probably from computer science appeared from behind and stood too close.
    “Huh?” She said, gathering herself.
    “What are you protesting about?” The kid sniffed.
    Shit – All she’d wanted to do was gain the attention of Gavin. She glanced over at the mort as it abandoned the leaves and lay down on a bench. “I’m protesting about how the zom…Um, how the morts are oppressed within society – Yeah, that’s what I’m doing.”
    “Why?”
    She gestured out at the square. “Take a look around. How many morts do you see who are students here?”
    The kid’s eyes darted up for a second. “But this is Harvard. You ever met a mort who could get in here fair and square?”
    She paused for a second. “No, but that doesn’t mean no mort should be allowed in.”
    “Why?”
    “Well, because, it’s not right. They should make entry easier for them.” She nodded to herself.
    The kid sniffed, “but wouldn’t that lower standards for all; morts and humans alike? I mean, I’m all in favor of having morts attend Harvard as long as they’re not given any special treatment.”
    Her eyes glazed over, she chewed her bottom lip, something ticked in her brain. The kid had logical arguments but it still meant that morts would lose out and it was all because of the evil human – This could only mean one thing. “You’re a mortist aren’t you?”
    The kid stepped back, his mouth dropped open, eyes widened, “w…what?” He asked as though temporarily incapacitated.
    “Mortist!” Shannon shouted the word, pointing at the kid. Wow, she’d won the argument by the mere use of a single word. She’d be sure to use this tactic again in the future. “Don’t you see it? Mortism must be defeated so that everybody, both living and dead can live together in peace. The way humans have treated the dead for so long is criminal, it’s nothing short of mortism by hate filled humans. This hate, this extremism, this mortism has to stop. Humans must atone for their past evils and usher in a new era of tolerance.”
    The kid turned to the side, wiping his forehead. “Um, I have to go now.” He rushed across the street, almost stumbling over the curb.
    Shannon’s heart soared as the mortist retreated back in the direction of the computer labs. How dare he ask questions challenging the wisdom of giving the dead advantages the living didn’t have – That was just soooo mortist!
    Damn it – Why wasn’t Gavin around to see that?
     
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Shannon took the bus back to Wellesley. She made her way toward the rear as all the seats up front were already taken. Along the dead only section at the back, several morts sat, salivating whilst staring lustfully at the humans. One tried and repeatedly failed to catch a fly in his hand.
    Shannon shivered, then took