Frantically, he dry washed his hands, trying to rub away the pink stain that everyone saw. Glancing jealously around the other candidates, he ignored the others with the same stain. Spotting one who had a blue stained hand and a look of mixed disbelief, and relief.
"Mine! You snatched the ball from my hand!" Larry shrieked. Already the assistants were descending, ready to guide all their new lives. Only two doors were lit, one with a faint pale blue colour, the other a soft pink.
Larry sprinted towards, the blue opening, snarling like a wild animal, he was repelled by a forcefield, and sent crashing onto his rump.
The assistant assigned to Larry helped him back to his feet. Keeping a firm grip on his collar, as he marched them both towards the pink opening. Thrashing wildly, the assistant held firm, ignoring the threats, the promises, the piteous cries for mercy.
Once he was through the portal his hand started to itch, as the nanites went to work.
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