The first thing I notice when I wake up is that my room is exactly the same as it was the day before—boring, gray, and as dull as ever, just like everybody else's. The clothes I had left on the floor the night before had disappeared, eliminating any chance of individuality. Nothing here is different. Everybody both thinks and looks exactly the same, everybody apart from me. While their eyes are all a dull gray color, mine are blue, like the sky or the ocean, but I'm not even sure if that is true. The only idea about the outside world I have is in the terrible videos we are shown each morning trying to convince us that uniqueness is a bad thing. The rest of us believe it, but I don't. I don't want to be like them—a lifeless clone, controlled by the oppressive dictators that are supposed to be protecting us— but enough about that. My name is Annabelle, the only thing I remember about where I came from, and I am unique.
