Once there was a child named Bob. Bob was a perfectly generic child, with a perfectly generic name, just like everyone else in that day and age (diference was looked down apon, and thus differentness was naturaly removed from the human race). Bob thought why are we forced into bieng the same? He instantly regretted it. The large, red alarm on his wall went off, and cuffs shot out of the chair he was sitting on, holding him down. People promptly left the building withought question. A long, metal arm shot out of the wall with a syringe on the end. Quickly and painlessly, Bob was put down.
