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health care for Avó, she could join the FCDC, the haven for people like her.  But in the FCDC, she could easily be assigned to Nova Esperança, and even as a trooper, the Commando Meninas could reach out and touch her—or her family—for forsaking the gang.  No, if she was going to renounce her colors, she had to get off-planet, and that meant the Navy.
    She gave pat answers to the uniform; just as his questions were obviously rote.  Liege doubted that he had any hopes for her, but as a citizen, she was afforded this opportunity, and he had to play the game. 
    When he got to the end, he paused for a moment, then Liege thought that for the first time, she saw the real person when he said, “You know, Miss, I applaud you for volunteering, but you must know that your chances are pretty slim.  I think you’d have a much better chance with the FCDC, and I could go talk with them.  FCDC pay is the same as the Navy’s, and so if you’re looking for a, well, better life, you can really make a change for yourself.”
    She knew he was being earnest, but Liege felt a spark of anger.
    He doesn’t know shit about me, and he thinks I’m not good enough?
    Liege didn’t have a hair-trigger temper.  She rarely got angry, but she felt the need to act out—which would be the worst thing she could do.  She’d be refused enlistment on psychological grounds.
    So she swallowed her pride and said, “Thank you, sir, but I really want to be in the Navy.  So if you please, I’d like to proceed.”
    The uniform’s eyes slightly darkened, and he gave a shrug.
    “It’s your choice, Miss Neves.  Well, let’s do your screening.  This is the first test.  You must reach our minimums to proceed with the process.  Not reaching the minimum scores will result in a failure and stop the enlistment process.  Should you fail, you may re-take the test after 30 days have elapsed, but no more than 180 days.  After 180 days, your rejection will become permanent.
    “So, do you have any questions?”
    “No, sir.”
    Liege followed the uniform out of his tiny office and down past all the other equally tiny offices to a secured door.
    “Please scan yourself,” he said.
    Liege leaned forward to get her right eye scanned.  She didn’t have a record, as far as she knew, but she still felt apprehensive as the red light momentarily flared in her eye.  There were rumors that the government knew more about its citizens than it let on, and Liege was in a gang, after all.  But there were no warning sirens, no FCDC police rushing to ziptie her hands behind her.
    “Please state your name and citizen number,” the pleasant voice of the security scanner asked.
    “Liege Anna Neves, NE38559453,” she stated.
    “Confirmed.  Good luck with your application,” the voice said again.
    Liege had to smile.  Programming the scanner to wish applicants good luck was a nice touch.
    Her uniform lifted a card to the lock, and with a whisper, the door opened.  Directly inside, a middle-aged lady looked up.
    “Who do you have, Terry?” she asked the uniform.
    “Liege Anna Neves, NE38559453,” he said.  “Initial screening.”
    The woman looked at her display, tapped on the keyboard, then said, “OK, I’ve got her now.  See you in two.”
    The uniform left, leaving Liege alone with the woman.
    “My name is Darby Kim.  I’ll be your proctor for the exam.  The exam itself is in four parts, each in 30-minute modules.  If you finish any module before the allotted 30 minutes, you will not be able to proceed to the next one until the full 30 minutes have expired.
    “You will be locked in one of the cubicles.  If you have a problem, you can reach me by hitting the green button on the wall.  I cannot answer any questions, but I can render a decision on technical glitches.”
    Liege knew the woman must have recited the rules thousands of time.  Her tone had that repetitive sound to it.
    “If you need to use the restroom, I will escort you to it,