I stood their facing the wall. It towered over everything with such majesty such beauty. My whole life I had wondered what was on the other side of it but whenever I came near it the old lady would hit me on the head with her cane and she would say in a deep raspy and shaky voice:
“Don’t bother thinking about that wall, there is not reason to dream your dreams will never be achieved and one day your whole world will come crashing down. What will you do then sunny boy?”
“How can I not wonder what is on the other side of it I pass by everyday before I got to the reprogramming facility.”
“Dreams are for the weak, you’re not weak are you?”
“Well no but—“
“Then get back in line and fix your shirt it’s crooked.”
The old lady was a very bitter woman. The only time I had ever seen her smile is when she kept a way from the wall. She had never been married in fact no one in the town even new her name everyone simply called her the old lady. In fact no one knew anything about her. She had muddy brown eyes and her breath always smelt of a mix of vodka and bourbon. The old lady was the only one of us that was not dressed in a completely white uniform like the rest of us.
“Alright then goodbye.”
The walk to the reprogramming facility was never pleasant for me, I detested the rhythmic motion we were all required to walk in; the punishments for walking at a different pace then the rest of the class were very severe; I detested the fact that I was the only one who seemed to notice who routine and monitored this walk and every aspect of out lives were not but most of all I detested the emotionless smiles of my classmates.
The inside of the reprogramming center was very bleak; there were no decorations on the wall. The rooms of the reprogramming centers contained only one plain white desk with a white chair for each student and a single white computer monitor on each desk. The final thing that can be found on our desks is a case of plain white pills in located on the far right of our desks. Perhaps one of the strangest part s of it all was that all of the equipment contained no logos.
None of had names and it was highly forbidden for us to call each other by anything other then our number. I know that I had a name once a long time ago but it seems only like a very faint and distant memory right now.
Our days at the reprogramming center were quite simplistic, every aspect timed to the milliseconds so that we may achieve optimum productivity.
Upon our arrival into the reprogramming center the barcode on our hands are scanned and our names registered into the grand computer system. After the name scanning process is completed we all walk into the main room in our usual rhythmic fashion. When we enter the main room the barcode on our skin is once again scanned and our desk is decided. Upon arriving at our seats it is mandatory of us to take our control pills, on the far right corner of our desks. These pills ensure that we have no need for basic bodily functions and insure our sanity. Upon sitting down at the desk the firm locking device locks our feet and arms in place. Our computer monitors then illuminate to a blank white screen, and then the cord hanging by the side of the computer violently jerks forward into the hole located within our brains. Then images of advertisements would flood into our brains filling all parts of our subconscious and eliminating all thought. The hole within was drilled into us at birth seemed very natural to us, nobody ever bothered to question the reason for it being there and if anyone even thought about they were usually never heard from again. This was our life and there was no escaping it.
