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True to his word, Allen has diagnostic exams ready for the taking. A stack of personal screens from the media lab sits next to his work table in the Engineering department, all programmed with tests. Long ones, since they're diagnostic, not cumulative.

One of them is, in fact, programmed with Superboy's name on it. Because Allen is a smartass like that.

"You know Stace, it would be nice if I could have a sign for the door. 'Open Call for Students-slash-Teachers,' something like that," he says, as he roots through the engineering department, looking for just such a thing to make a sign with.

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He smiles, "We spoke on de network ting."

Cielo tilts his head curiously. "What sorta test you be givin out?" His mind retreats back to the Junkyard and the sort of tests one would face there. A challenge of strength or skill. He could handle all that.

"Nice to see you in person." Allen smiles. "What's your name? I'm Allen."

He hefts the screen. "This is a test to determine a person's level of education, strong subjects, weak subjects, etcetera. Math, science, literacy, history - though that one's more data gathering on my part since history varies too much between crewmembers to test simply."

Strength, nah. Skill . . . sorta?

"Allen..." He parrots. "I'm Cielo, o'de Embryon Tribe. From de Junkyard."

Cielo's eyes go a little wide at the explanation. He's never actually heard most of those words, yet he still sort of understood what they meant. People of the Junkyard have a very special sort of memory. Much akin to Swiss cheese. With extra holes.

Math was numbers right?

"I don tink I gwonna be doin to good on dis test... Heh..."

"Don't worry about it." No accounting for neglect to education across the universes. "If you wanted to start learning, now's the time."

He's still holding out the test. Educaaation! It's calling to you, Cielo!

He eyes the test, both curious and wary. If he learned stuff, maybe he'll impress Gale when he finally breaks his tribe out of the pods! Yeah!

Yeah right. Nothing impresses Gale.

Cielo finally takes the test and gives it a look. "I can try, ya?"

"That's the spirit!" Allen hands over the media pad. "Just stop answering questions when you can't answer them anymore. And -" he glances at Cielo thoughtfully. "Don't bother with the history section."

Cielo turns the thing around until he can read it. The way he does things seems a bit exaggerated, even something as simple as that. Motions are just a hair bigger then most peoples.

He actually hasn't bothered with one of these pads before, and starts to poke at it with his fingers, brow furrowed.

...

"What's atmosphere mean?" He feels like he should know this.

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"The layers of gasses that separate a planet from space."

Allen leans over to look at the test.

"You know what, just answer whatever you can and leave the rest blank."

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