The morning siren wakes me from my dead sleep. I slowly get myself up out of my cot, and I look around me. I see the same white walls which will confine us till we are in our next decade cycle. All 150 of us are standing on the right side of our cots. Well, all except for Jason of course. He is always the last out of his bed. He is known for his lethargic behavior when it comes to the morning. Our livings manager Mr. Steve, will most likely have to wake him up again. Soon enough, I see out of the corner of my eye, Mr. Davis walking towards Jason's cot. He reaches the side of the bed, which is on four foot tall posts, and pulls the lever on the side of the bed. At first nothing happens. Then, the bed opens up and collapses, sending Jason to the floor. This routine has become annoyance for me, and I really wish Jason would wake up on time for once.
"Noah! Get over here and straighten up Jason's living arrangements. And have it done by the breakfast siren." Mr. Davis bellows from seven bed rows down.
"Right away Mr. Steve, Sir!" I holler back without looking in their direction.
As I am fixing up Jason's bed, I envision what we would do today in education. We were told we were going on a field trip, a serious educational field trip of course. But I didn't care. We rarely leave the teaching rooms except when the lunch siren sounds. We were told that we would be observing one of the largest mysteries known to the colony. We are going to observe the unknown surfaces that surround our colony. Nobody knows what this, wall of some sort, is and why it depicts images in motion of us on it. This intrigues me more than anything. Legend has it that these mysterious walls appeared when the colony was first established. To this day, none of us know what they are, and why they are there. They just sit there, and basically provide a border in which we cannot leave.
As I'm walking to the breakfast charter, I catch up with Jason. He still is blushing from this morning's wake-up call.
"Jason, how goes it?" I ask trying not to laugh.
Jason barks back, "Not funny Noah, stop. That hurt this morning, let alone how embarrassing it was. I'm tired of being known as Jason the slug. I swear if I hear one more remark about me being the slug of the charter, I will punch somebody!"
"Well it was your own fault. And did you hear any news about the field trip we are embarking on today?" I ask excitingly. "I don't understand why, but I always thought I was meant to visit these wonders. I have this urge to know more. Do you feel that way?"
"I seriously am confused how I became friends with you. You creep me out sometimes, you know that? I just can't wait to leave the teaching rooms. Mr. John just does not understand that sitting in another all white room for nine hours is not something I can do very easily."
I disregard his remark. While walking, I can't help but admire our colony. It's perfectly symmetrical. The large buildings are in rows, and go on for a long while. Our community has four quadrants. In each quadrant are each of the decade cycles we go through. Right now, I am in the second quadrant, being halfway through the second decade cycle. As I turn twenty, I will be relocated to the third quadrant, with the rest of the decade cycle men. The women have their own separate land. It is split into the four quadrants there as well. They are connected through the largest building in the colony, the Reproductive Charter. There, the new members of the colony are produced. Midway through the third decade cycle, I will be assigned a room in the Reproductive Charter, in which I will be assigned my spouse. We will then attempt to create a new member, and choose a small cottage to live at in the last quadrant.
