Life is Beautiful, isn't it?

All my life, I have been fascinated by ants and bees. These creatures are some of the most efficient workers known to mankind. No compassion, no hesitation; a pure workforce. Cooperation was never mentioned, but part of them, part of an instinct. And the stability of their tiny world resides in this instinct: each little thing contributes to the greatness of the whole colony. Step by step, all tasks are accomplished efficiently through an instinctive cooperation. There is no question. There is no conflict. Each member of the colony have a distinct place, a distinct role to play forming a natural chain of workers. Therefore, there is peace in this organisation. Occupations aren't vain and are even necessary. Those mindless tools couldn't be happier to serve their queen; it's their whole world. However, this world isn't immutable. Mankind is such a terrible danger. We don't find neither ants nor bees in our streets; it isn't safe. One must leave this disaster to reach peace, and find those ants and bees. As long as there will be flowers to look at, they will be distracted. They must be calm, as ignorant as they are. I've always loved ants and bees.

People call me an idealist, a castle-builder. I'd rather say 'visionary'. You and I are very similar in that trait. Mister Bidriogan, you have the dream that I can build.

Job interview n°358; transcription

candidate: Robert Orward

April 6, 1941

Comet Tech

Life is Beautiful,

isn't it?

     The radio was on, playing one of those songs that you can't forget. Through the window, I stared at the line of houses. I should call them 'home' now. My husband and I will now occupy the home number 27.

These so called 'homes' were of an extreme similarity, if not all the same. Only the exterior colour changed; from teal to citrus, coral or pistachio. All homes where perfectly in line. How long was that street? The gardens' grass was short and green, almost cut by hand. Not a single blade of grass dared being higher than another. Look Honey, I said, this lawn is as perfect as your tin soldiers' battle field! His lips smiled at me, although, he said nothing. I usually tell him that he's too old to play with toys. And his answer never changes: he delivers me his traditional 16.3 minutes long speech explaining how his untouched battlefield diorama was not a game but rather an occupation. He works a lot, I don't mind if he plays. My husband is an engineer. His job consists in the planning and building of rockets. It must be beautiful up there, and I know he'll take me one day. It is rather an unknown place; that's part of it's charm after all! Nobody ever travelled between the stars...

The car suddenly stopped, not the radio. It took me a few seconds to notice that the streets had speakers for the music to play. 

She's right: the sun was shinning bright, the birds were singing, neighbours smiling.

I opened the car's door, ready to set feet on the ground. The heat of the day was almost too much to handle. I wander how long it takes to get used to it. I walked until I reached the front door. The said door was of a bright orange, the only accent colour of the house. It included 3 horizontal lines of glass, surely enough for the light to penetrate the room. The house had the general shape of a rectangle with round-ish corners, fitted with large glass panels all around. The top consisted of a flat larger rectangle that created a small patio along all four white walls. Where's this key? Ah it must be there... In here maybe? Neither! Honey, do you have the keys, I can't -