At the newly opened factory, a squad of soldiers was checking learning certificates at the main gate. When they raised their bayonets, it meant you could pass.
Sam followed behind the crowd. Far more people had obtained common knowledge learning certificates than he had imagined. He felt as though he had gone from one crowd into another.
"Stand on the footprints! Don't move around! Hold your arms straight out in a T-pose! I trust you people can understand instructions."
A voice came from above Sam's head. It sounded female, but her tone was thick with impatience and resentment.
The people were somewhat at a loss. They stood on the footprints and looked around, but not one of them stretched out their arms into a T-pose.
"This is why I like dealing with students..." the woman sighed. A large screen lit up, playing a standard demonstration video featuring an Astra Militarum soldier.
Everyone copied the demonstration, standing still on the footprints with their arms spread in a T-pose.
A beam of light swept over the crowd, scanning them. It shone over their clothes, and a buzzing sound reached Sam's ears, making him want to sneeze.
The scan was brief. Five seconds later, they were told to lower their arms and enter gates of different colors according to the colors of their clothes.
Sam turned his head and saw that everyone had changed into new clothes. They were no longer wearing the original grayish-white garments. Not only were the new clothes different in color, but their uniform styles differed as well.
The grayish-white clothes had not fit very well. Their folds, loose robes, and wide sleeves left plenty of room for alterations. Those who were handy could sew and trim the oversized cuffs, making the clothes fitted and presentable.
These new clothes,