Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! So adding all the numbers in her birthday together?
She could do that.
She was born March 18th...in 2091. So... 3, and 18, and 2091. 18 added up to 9...and 2091 to 12...er...3. So 3, 3, and 9, that made 15...and then 6. Which was the same as Professor Robinson's. And he'd said...harmony? Community relations? Peacekeeping? That was confusing, so she flipped open her textbook to the explanation for Six.
But that didn't make sense either. Careers in the service industry? That was definitely wrong. She raised her hand. "Professor?? I think I did mine wrong, this doesn't make sense. It says I have the same number as you. But I'm no good at these things, nobody ever asks me for advice." |