The day began not unlike any other. The Sun rose at 5 A.M., right on the dot. It followed its daily curve, and the beings below began their daily routine. The same clothes. The same rooms. The same people. The same feelings. Do. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Et cetera. Et cetera. Et cetera. Boring. Boring. Boring. Strangely, even though they always did the same thing over and over and over, no one noticed. No one tried to change it. They had accepted their repetitive lives. Things remained the same. Day after day. A boring utopia, seemingly unaffected by entropy or natural, chaotic thought. Just the same thing. Constantly. Forever.
