a teacher's class of brilliant (lunatic) students

by zamu

Notes:

• Inspired by Serial Designation L by Dragcronous_Prime, SD_Diplex

Chapter 1

Copper-9 is a desolate, toxic, wasteland... it was an apocalyptic, miserable, storm-infested rock, in the middle of a binary solar system with 2 supermassive blue stars, AND a neutron star. They are stuck between three stars, which constantly shift Copper-9's orbital trajectory, and give Copper-9 gravity so intense that all attempts at space craft have failed to make it higher then 20, 000 feet before violently exploding. The budding civilization of Worker Drones had no future, nothing could convince 'Bob Teacher' otherwise

The tired teacher had been alive for longer than most of his colony of worker drones, death was something so natural for their culture that an actual murder was usually ignored if a person in power was the one to commit it, especially when it came to the 26 disassembly drones that JCJenson sent. They had wound up massacring all but one of his elders in their first formal invasion (who died not long after); leaving him, at 56, as the oldest living Worker Drone.

Bob had many issues with how drone society was run, nevermind the fact that (for reasons that still confuse him to this day), some moronic worker drone from the old government had decided, upon gaining their freedom, to no longer document anything. Leaving Bob Teacher to scavenge the remnants of humanity for scraps of information which he could then use to teach his students.

Which leads us to this moment; Bob was one of very few drones in his colony, who had permission to enter and exit the colony whenever he deemed fit. A privilege that, while necessary to educate the next generation, he loathed in practice.

to understand why Bob hated this part of his job so much, you have to understand exactly what his job entails: Bob wakes up after a two - hour charge, each morning, at 4AM, to prepare his lesson plan for the day...... then, at 6AM, he arrives at school to prepare for his students, who arrive at 7AM.

Then, he has to hear the inevitable "why does school start so early" from all but 5 of his students. which goes on for at least 10 minutes before the class can finally begin, he would stop it, except he is too tired to care so he simply lets it happen.

This brings us to his students in question: it wasn't enough that he has the unlucky job of scavenging the waste of the surface for knowledge on history, linguistics, math, music, art, and various other subjects; but he was also given the most problematic class on record. (even more problematic than his own).

His students, to put it in the most polite way possible, needed help. and not the kind of help he was qualified to give.

First of all, the other staff saw fit to put all of the children with trauma, in his class. that might not seem like such a big deal, until you realize that literally all of them had at least one dead parent, due to the "Murder Drones", as most of the colony insisted on calling them. While students with dead parents did, in fact, exist in the other classes; he had to deal with more drugs, gambling, and addictions, then anyone else in the colony (thank whatever divine power that he was able to prevent that poor girl Rebecca from committing suicide).

Then there was Lizzy... make no mistake, he cared about each and everyone of his students ({especially his daughter}), however, Lizzy was very difficult to work with, as a student. She constantly bullied everyone but Doll and Thad, never did her school work, and the less said about what she did to............. no, he shouldn't think about that either.

Then there was Doll... now, for reasons he still struggles to understand, his position as teacher allowed him to access the memories of all his students [he still struggles to understand how the WDF let that happen, at least Kahn apologized]. While he barely used it. He did make an auto-search program to alert him if one of his students was contemplating suicide.

Needless to say, he should probably look into getting her a therapist that would keep even her deepest secrets hidden.

And then, there was Uzi Doorman... where to begin; she consistently day-dreams about ripping disassembly drones limb from limb, she is disruptive, loud, doesn't do any work... if there was something bad, done on school grounds, she has probably done something similar.

Because of that, her classmates retaliate by consistently "forgetting her name", and ignoring her.

Every single time he has brought her up around Kahn, Kahn immediately gets defensive and claims that his daughter is fine and that the other drones "must be the ones at fault", and when Bob revealed his concerns over Uzi's almost certainly damaged programming, Kahn threatened to "Build a door" on his face...

It makes him wonder why he still journeys up to the surface...

If nothing else, it is quiet.

After the school day is complete, while there is still sunlight, Bob Teacher immediately runs to the surface, in order to scavenge while there is still daylight.

If he cannot find anything he can use to teach, then he has to spend a lesson doing something pointless; i.e a lesson about a word problem of buying watermelons... whats a watermelon? who knows!!?! he certainly doesn't...

Bob is by far the most experienced scavenger in the colony, however. he has been around long enough to see all 26 Disassembly drones.

After they first arrived, and began their attack; the disassembly drones divided themselves into 11 groups of three, and one group of four. and guess which colony was unlucky enough to have 4 disassembly drones claim their territory nearby...

Bob was an excellent scavenger, he was good enough to know how to best deal with each of them.

The biggest problem among the four (sapient) disassembly drones, would be...

Serial Designation V: textbook sociopathy, and a bloodlust that can ensure her target is dead, even if she dies along with them.

To deal with her, Bob always carries some special flares on him, Solar Flares; originally made by WartWood, JCJenson's main, economic, rival. Serial Designation V appears to hate bright lights, and also seems to hate sunlight. Bob does not know why, but he does not complain.

Next would be their self-proclaimed "leader", Serial Designation J:
ironically enough, she is the easiest to avoid (and escape from). Shortly after his colony was first constructed, he found himself trapped by Serial Designation J. he panicked, and asked her what gave her the right to kill him... she then went into a monologue which dictated every single "law" which gave her the authority to kill him.

All Bob Teacher had to do was bring up Article 17, Paragraph 6.5: and Serial Designation J, had no choice but to stand still for 5 minutes... giving him more than enough time to retreat. [a shame it only works once a week, but who was he to complain]

Then there was Serial Designation N:

Serial Designation N has a strange fascination with dogs, Bob realised this early on when he happened to stumble onto the disassembly drone reading a book about them. Since then, whenever Bob finds himself being hunted by this particular disassembly drone, he loses him through the tight corners of the terrain, and places something that distracts them; such as book about dogs, dog plushies, or even dog biscuits (which are, surprisingly enough, the most effective).

Finally there was Serial Designation L...

She......... confused him.

Every single disassembly drone was different; the vast majority, while sentient and capable of solving complicated problems, seemed... lacking. Bob has observed it time and time again. with the exception of the four previously mentioned Disassembly drones, they were all non-sapient, and lacked a personality.

Serial Designation J was obsessed with rules, to an unnatural extent.
Serial Designation V had an uncontrollable bloodlust, yet seemed to constantly prove to be her own worst enemy.

Serial designation N, on the other hand, quite literally "loved doing anything". they stated so themself after Bob Teacher had asked him (while running away from him) why he was killing worker drones

Serial Designation L, was simply different.

To start, she was physically younger then the rest of the disassembly drones: every other DD appeared to be a young adult (18-26), or at least whatever equivalent their kind had. "L" on the other hand, appeared to be a young teenager (13-16).

Strangely enough, her distinctions did not end there.

Unlike the rest of the Disassembly drones, she openly showed remorse (or at least, she appeared to).

Once, he had found her tracking down a bandit drone, a worker drone who had committed a crime severe enough to be exiled from the colony.

He even recognized them, "Alexei Deathclaw", they'd been exiled after he tortured his own wife, and....... doing certain other activities with his daughter. he had been outside the colony for 7 months at that point in time.

Serial Designation L ripped his head off, and drank his oil (another thing that disassembly drones did that made no sense). then, after she was done, she burst into tears, and flew off.

Occasionally, he would see her in the distance, whenever he was outside the colony too close to sun down. all she would do is stare at him, no malice, no bloodlust, no desperation, simply curiosity.

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It was almost sun down, Bob Teacher had one spot to search before his retreat back to the colony when he noticed that Serial Designation L was within one of the buildings.

It was an old bookstore, he had noticed her just as he was about to enter through the side window (talk about a close call), and coincidentally his last spot he had to search.

Just as Bob was beginning to turn back, he heard her---

"---fter drawing her staff Azura called out "You underestimate me, O Cult of the Guilderserpent. i have studied witchcraft since i was six, your lack-luster sorcery cannot hope to match it" Serial Designation L recites.

The tired Teacher noticed that this disassembly drone, the apex hunter model that terrorized the entirety of Copper-9 for over a decade; was obsessed with a pre-teen audience, fantasy novel... (he wonders, is that book stored somewhere in the colony? If so, then it might be another way to escape.)

Events like this caused Bob to wish he was permitted to bring recording equipment out of the bunker; after all, not one drone would believe him if he told them what he had seen; but the risk of the disassembly drones learning too much about the colony was ever-present.

The tired teacher slowly walked away, making sure to be inside the bunker before the sun vanished from the sky.

...

Bob was exhausted, but his day was not done yet.

today had not been a good day for scavengers. he barely had enough to teach math for tomorrow. and he had no history homework to give his students.

... Bob Teacher sighed to himself, 'oh well........ i will figure something out'...

As he graded homework, organized the lesson plans of the entire faculty, and searched for a therapist for multiple of his students. His thoughts went to that strange disassembly drone; who while not on the same side of the....... war, that had plagued Copper-9 for years. He could not help but think about her.... perhaps he could learn something from...

Bob Teacher then dismissed that thought, he realised that he had to pick a homework assignment for his class. "*sighs*"... the teacher exhales through his artificial throat....... "i will figure something out"...

As he turned his gaze to a news report, featuring one of the student from his colleagues class. Cassandra was rarely spoken of in a positive way, however her corpse was found while he was out scavenging. there was no oil to be found, and signs that she snapped her own neck were discovered at her house. as Bob Teacher mentally exhaled (this time), he declared in a quiet voice "I always do"

Chapter 2: Student Tag Identification: ###Queen_Of_The_Class:[0]###

Summary:

###Queen_Of_The_Class:[0]###

 

### POV

**Bob Teacher:**

Bob was just wrapping up his final class of the day. It was one of the rare occasions when he actually taught something genuinely productive; this time, he was discussing the general history of the 26 disassembly drones and how they profoundly influenced the modern society of Copper-9.

 

For such a crucial topic in his colony’s history, Bob had agonizingly little to teach. The scant material that the colony had was destroyed in one of the earlier breaches, which occurred before Kahn Doorman had managed to complete the vital doors that kept the colony secure and protected.

 

For once, Bob had hoped that he would have an actual decent class—key word: hoped. Bob Teacher had harbored the hope that his class would be productive and engaging for once. Unfortunately, the age-old problem of "the students are traumatized to the point where they are so toxically co-dependent on each other's abuse that they cannot be separated" prevented this lesson, like many others, from going anywhere meaningful. (Could there even be an age-old problem if your civilization has yet to have more than one Era??)

 

Bob Teacher's class was notorious around the colony's only school for having dismally poor communication skills and a general, pervasive lack of empathy. The sheer amount of toxic relationships in that classroom, both platonic and romantic, was staggering to the point where literally every student in his class hated at least one other student or at least avoided interacting with three others if at all possible (which added to the inability to complete group projects; the one time he tried, it quite literally blew up the old classroom).

 

These specific relationships include (but are not limited to):

- Emily and Chad
- Chad and Thad
- Lizzy and Rebecca
- Lizzy and Emily
- Lizzy and Ember
- Uzi and Doll (despite them being cousins)
- Steward and Howard

 

And while there were many more relationships in Bob's class that regularly caused disruptions, today’s class was specifically ruined due to the abysmal interaction between Uzi Doorman and Lizzy Teacher (his daughter).

...

"Please turn to page 13 of 'A Brief History of Drones.'"

It was a typical day of class, with barely anyone acknowledging him outside of the bare minimum required.

 

As Bob observed each of his students begin to turn to the page he specified—or, to be more precise, the only page in the history book with substantial historical content—Bob Teacher knew that the only reason nobody made noise about it being the only page was because every single student had done so multiple times over the past week and a half.

 

"Okay class, please read the page thoroughly; you will be writing about this in your next assignment."

Bob wished he could do more than that; he really did. However, the colony simply did not care. They wanted their children to graduate so they could become "productive" members of society. If you were to ask Bob, he would call out anyone who spouted that phrase.

 

Upon graduation, his students would have three choices: scavenging, teaching, or joining the WDF. Possibly all three.

Bob then began to notice increasing chatter among his students; however, he was too exhausted to care. This was his last class of the day, and he was operating with only 35% charge. He needed to conserve as much energy as he could for scavenging.

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### POV Change

**Uzi Doorman:**

 

As Uzi read through the page, she was profoundly unimpressed. There was literally nothing about the complex biology of the Murder Drones.

If Uzi wanted to effectively eliminate all 26 of those abhorrent Murder Drones, she needed to know their detailed specifications. She needed to understand what temperatures their synthetic skin could tolerate, the intricate structure of their organs so she could accurately target them, the sensitivity of their sensory organs so she could stealthily maneuver around them, and many other crucial details.

 

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Uzi Doorman groaned in frustration.

Instead, there was only the most superficial information: yellow eyes, very tall, capable of swapping their hands for any weapon, and the ability to regenerate. That was it. No wonder her colony kept getting its people killed every time they sent someone out to scavenge—they had no idea what they were truly facing.

 

How was she supposed to eliminate every single Murder Drone if she didn’t even know the precise limits of their regeneration?! It’s not as if she could simply shoot all their vital organs at once to ensure their death!!!

Wait.

"That gives me an idea!" Uzi quietly exclaimed to herself, her eyes lighting up with sudden realization.

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### POV Change

**Lizzy Teacher:**

 

As Lizzy skimmed through the page—or, to be precise, didn’t actually read through it since her dad is the teacher and she could just copy everyone’s answers and cross-reference them with the answer sheet—she was bored out of her mind.

Why should she care about the Murder Drones, who are trapped outside due to the "Omni Protection" doors that Mr. Doorman created? It’s not as if any of them would ever breach the heavily fortified entrance!

 

Not that Lizzy would ever admit that to Doll.

Regardless, Lizzy was bored, and whenever Lizzy was bored, she would do the one thing that always, without fail, eased the gnawing feeling of boredom: messing with Doll’s, her gorgeous, vampiric, crush’s, admittedly attractive, slightly adorable cousin.

 

"That gives me an idea!" As soon as Lizzy heard Uzi’s exclamation, she knew exactly what she would do to mess with Uzi.

Lizzy watched as Uzi began to sketch something intricate into her notebook. It appeared to be some sort of advanced firearm.

'Got it, so it isn’t anything too special; she’s probably drawn tens of thousands of guns. She isn’t going to miss one,' Lizzy thought to herself, dismissing the fact that she engages in the same stunt nearly every time Uzi draws a gun.

 

So Lizzy waited patiently until Uzi was just about done, before looking towards Doll and displaying on her screen: [U GT N E MTCHS?].

Doll stared blankly with those ruby-red eyes, blinking once, then twice, before handing her an entire packet of matchsticks.

 

Lizzy flashed a sly, mischievous grin as she took the matches from Doll, who was accustomed to the spats between Lizzy and Uzi. She glanced back at Uzi, who was now furiously scribbling with an intensity that Lizzy found both amusing and pitiable.

Lizzy then waited until Uzi's sketch was completely finished.

 

Meanwhile, Uzi was completely absorbed in her own world, utterly unaware of the mischief brewing in the back of the classroom. She was intensely focused on perfecting the design of her new weapon, a creation she believed could fry the entire OS, hardware, and memory of any disassembly drone.

Lizzy then lit the match and tossed it onto Uzi’s sketchbook.

 

As the match flared to life, casting a bright orange glow across the classroom before igniting Uzi’s sketchbook, Lizzy quickly ducked behind her own book, trying to stifle a giggle as Uzi's concentration shattered into a panicked mess.

The fire quickly spread across Uzi’s desk, which was covered in various graffiti, including disturbing messages like "go kill yourself." Uzi began to panic. Perhaps if she were less panicked, she might have realized who ignited her desk, but that was not to be.

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### POV Change

**Bob Teacher:**

"What is going on here?!" Bob Teacher exclaimed with alarm when he noticed that Uzi Doorman’s desk was inexplicably on fire.

He was:

- Very confused
- Somewhat concerned
- Exhausted after a long day of teaching, a grueling night of scavenging (since he couldn’t get back before sundown and had to camp outside), and the previous day of teaching
- Alarmed

 

As Bob quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher, he sprang into action.

After the fire was put out, Bob Teacher realized that whatever happened was because someone (or possibly something) had deliberately chosen to ignite Uzi Doorman's desk.

 

Who? What? When? And why? Bob did not know.

Bob Teacher knew he was barely qualified to be a normal teacher, let alone the teacher for this specific, particularly challenging classroom.

 

Bob’s first thought was to identify the perpetrator. Of all the students in his classroom, by far the most likely candidate would have to be Lizzy. As much as he hated to admit it, his daughter Lizzy can be a serious bully to the other students. Even if she doesn’t realize it, she does; Bob refuses to acknowledge it.

However, he had noticed something different about Lizzy lately. Even when he’d barely been home, he had noticed deep bite marks on Lizzy’s throat. She would wear jewelry around her neck, along with somewhat revealing clothing (though still within the school's dress code) whenever she went outside. But Lizzy simply could not hide those marks from him, not even for a second. He would always recognize them (how could he not? He used to have the same).

 

There was a Solver Drone inside the colony.

And Lizzy was willingly choosing to allow it to feed on her.

Knowing that, he could not accuse her without solid proof.

 

"Class dismissed... Doll, stay behind." As much as he hated his job, he knew someone had to address the situation. And that someone would probably end up punishing Uzi for doing nothing wrong.

As the students began to leave one by one, he observed them closely.

 

He saw the various co-dependent social groups congregate and then disperse

He saw Uzi Doorman, as she was suppressing anything that would ruin her "edge vibes" and muttering something to herself while she tried to salvage what was left of her sketchbook.

 

He saw Lizzy choose to wait outside the door, which he then locked.

"Doll, sit down," Bob began. "We need to talk about Cassandra."

 

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Notes:

couldn't find the teachers name so his name is bob...... (no, its not changing, even if i find their actual name)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of i will write what i want when i want.