It was the year 3014, the streets of every city in Paresta were littered with people, all heading for the same destination. The city halls. It was a law in Paresta, at the age of 25 every citizen, man and woman, had to go and find out what their job would be. What fate the government had laid out for them. What they would become.
There was no fighting the law, no arguing, whether it had decided you would be a lawyer or a road sweeper. The government’s decision was final and they ruled with an iron fist.
Trying to fight their decision would lead to one of two things, either being thrown in jail, or death. It would most likely be the latter, and that sent shivers down the spines of each and every citizen as they lined the streets with their feelings of pure despair and utter helplessness. It was a feeling you would be accustomed to if you lived in Paresta.
It wasn’t living, just surviving.
If you thought outside the box, you were punished.
The process was pretty simple, the government already had all the details they needed; they said they spent twenty-five years finding the perfect job, seeing how each citizen acted. Though in reality everyone knew they just took a job title out of a hat and gave it to the person they were working on.
Everyone lined up outside the large doors to their city hall in alphabetical order, they were then called in one by one, papers were signed and certificates were passed over...
and then they were escorted out to start their lives
