[ WP ] You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liar 's body . The bigger the lie , the deeper and larger the mark . One day , you meet someone that only has one scar ; it is the biggest one you have ever seen .

They said we'd meet all kinds at university. I grew up in a small farming town and I ca n't tell you how right they were. 
 
 With the recent election behind us, tensions were still high. The debates had been arduous. Should we deal with climate change via the solar route or reach out to newer frontiers of nuclear or wave power. 
 
 I have to admit I was disappointed I missed the lottery for physics 570, which meant a free semester on one of the 17 lunar colonies, but if I was being honest with myself I knew my scores did n't merit more than a single ticket in the pool. 
 
 I'd met several people who honestly believed we'd establish more than a foothold on mars, which I could n't believe. I mean with the em drive version 4 we were pushing on to Europa, and water base station. Huge lead plates were already on the way with humans soon to follow. 
 
 The abundance of food, advances in medicine, and lack of disease ( thanks to vaccines and proper medication ) meant I was honored to be taught English 104 by a professor that was alive when electric cars were just being invented. 
 
 But I never thought to meet a heretic. 
 
 She was pretty, excepting the large red scar that marred her face and neck. Almost half an inch across and running from her forehead down her face, over her jaw, and disappearing under her shirt the scar was open red raw, proof she repeated the lie again. Not that any of had to ask what it was, with the thin golden cross hanging from her necklace. 
 
 I stayed away from her, like the others, as I focused on my studies and where I wanted to take not only my life but the human race, out among the stars.
