“No, that’s inaccurate. He’s not my brother, not really. But this newchild that my family takes care of—his name’s Gabriel?”
“Yes, I know about Gabriel.” “Well, he’s right at the age where he’s learning so much.
He grabs toys when we hold them in front of him—my father says he’s learning small-muscle control.
And he’s really cute.” The Giver nodded. “But now that I can see colors, at least sometimes, I was just thinking:
what if we could hold up things that were bright red, or bright yellow, and he could choose?
Instead of the Sameness.” “He might make wrong choices.” “Oh.” Jonas was silent for a minute.
“Oh, I see what you mean. It wouldn’t matter for a newchild’s toy.
But later it does matter, doesn’t it? We don’t dare to let people make choices of their own.”
“Not safe?” The Giver suggested. “Definitely not safe,” Jonas said with certainty.
What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?
“Or what if,” he went on, almost laughing at the absurdity, “they chose their own jobs?”
“Frightening, isn’t it?” The Giver said. Jonas chuckled. “Very frightening.
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