He pulled the covers off of his jumpsuit as he sprung up to attention.
Rule 0307: Start your day on the left corner of the appointed resting checkpoint.
The familiar chimes of the national anthem roared throughout the shelter unit as 0230 walked over to the waste sector. Tuesday's gray jumpsuit was to be replaced with Wednesday's black jumpsuit. After an abnormal pace of changing, there was some time to spare to indulge in some rationed provisions, which consisted of a green pill this morning and a loaf of bread. His allotted shelter occupant silently acknowledged 0203 and continued to grab her credentials and quickly darted out the door to enter the Underpass.
0230 stared at the exit and sighed. Another day at his personal Task, what we was obligated to do every day after his Coming of Age ceremony at the age of 11. It didn't appear to be that exceptional of a Task compared to his fellow inhabitants of the glorious and prosperous nation of his. Some were to be factory workers, others were menial cultivators of the land.
His Task? A sanitation worker.
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STATIONARY
AdventureYou know nothing. What you are given is what you get. What is taken is what you will never receive again. Same is safe, different is dangerous. The world has changed, and you will never. Stay stationary.
