Due to the creation of the Schools for the Gifted, the Registration Act came forth in a new form: enrollment. Parents who were concerned about their gifted child's safety and doings would register them into the PAAB's learning faculties, allowing for a mild record of many freaks within the area of each school. Not only that, but PAAB had hired door-to-door people to advertise the many ways PAAB's school and system could benefit their child such as abnormal scholarships, health insurance, and whatever else that could be used to benefit an abnormal person within the community. In the process, many freaks would be recorded in the PAAB database, effectively registering all of those who signed up. Soon, it would be easy to identify freaks and place them on pedestals for the community to see. Based on how well the community would know the person, they could either be treated like criminals who never committed a crime or respected members of the community. This was part of PAAB's plan to start the camps by simple popular vote with the regular people of the world.
Within a few hours, PAAB managed to spread its influence to many homes that had freaks in them. From children to adults, PAAB's freak archive was building and so were the enrollments into the Abnormally Gifted Schools. Tylor was tasked to look for potential freaks to join the schools or one of many programs offered for freaks and in the process have they registered into the PAAB database. During his time as a recruitment officer, Tylor had very little time off and too every chance he got to enjoy what days he had off. Today was one of those days that he finally got a break, dismantling some of his power armor to blend in better in society. After losing the bulkier parts of his armor at home to look more person friendly, all Tylor had to do was where a trench coat with a shady hat to blend in. Along with the absence of the bulkier parts of his armor, Tylor also removed his helmet so he actually had a face. Under Tylor’s helmet was face that was very pale and scarred, along with brown eyes. Tylor had no hair due to it interfered with his helmet, though he remembered it use to be brown.
Today Tylor was eating out at a restaurant since the fabricated sludge his food machine created tasted awful. Tylor had stepped inside a restaurant he liked and sat down at a table close to the entrance, reading the menu as he waited for someone to come get his order. As he waited, Tylor couldn’t help but notice the individuals that were also in the restaurant. There was a girl with pink hair and glasses, another girl with short brown hair, a guy with short blonde hair with a hood, another guy with blue hair, and some dark looking kid dressed in a lot of black. They all looked like trouble makers to Tylor, but this was his day off and dealing with a bunch of potential freaks wasn't how he wanted to spend it. Instead of spending time watching them, Tylor went back to the menu and studied that instead, trying to figure out if he wanted the steak or ribs.
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