They say we all have a purpose in this world. Something we were meant to achieve. People spend years trying different activities and skills, hoping to find the meaning of their lives. But for us, we already have a job brewing from the moment we open our eyes. Which we are expected to carry out until our last breath. Everyday is the same routine, wake up, put on our scratchy brown work clothes, eat a bowl of bland questionable porridge, and get to work. Everyone must be awake at 6 and asleep by 8. Work starts at 7 and runs until 7. Every day, twelve hour work shifts with no breaks. If we are hungry or thirsty or feel weak we are given a supplement, they say it's supposed to be able to replenish all our needs, but in reality it's just a steroid. There are no names, no families, and no freedom. At birth I was labeled #161103. That is all I am and all I will ever be. I will never know who my parents are, I will never know who my siblings are. At the age of 16 all adolescents are given tests of both their physical and mental capabilities. Those who have the highest physical health are taken to be the carriers of future children. Those with superior mental skills go to work in the factories. We all must be born with blue eyes and black hair, traits bred throughout time. Any baby born without these are sent away. No one knows where they go or what happens to them but we have learned not to ask. If you are lucky enough to be born with the proper genetics you are immediately taken and raised in a factory. Some of the workers take care of us while the others manufacture our only export; red drugs. No one knows for sure what they do, but everyone is required to take them twice a day, always 12 hours apart. If someone disobeys they are killed. There have been stories of people who stop taking the drugs having hallucinations. They freak out and claim to be completely alone, as if all of us have disappeared. They cry and scream and beg for the pills. The last look in their face is pure terror.
