Assimilation

"We own nothing, but we are happy..."

"We are one with the Blessed, and the Blessed are one with us."

It's the mantra we live by, like my name. Not the whole thing, I mean. Mantra. That's my name. I'm 17, and about to graduate school to be assigned a lifelong partner and task so I can contribute the best I have to the community I serve. We serve.
The Blessed Ones saved our civilization from catastrophe, and we honor them by giving back to the community, working as a whole to make sure nobody goes hungry, or sleeps outside, or is alone ever again. Tasks are separated by colors- Blue for education, Purple for medical, Gold for political, Red for military, and so on.
There are rules to live by. Of course, there always are. Rules keep us safe. Noone will have to face the Five Stages of Regret unless they break those rules.
Like the group of terrorists that call themselves the HONEST. They insist that we are in real danger, that we don't belong here and if we don't escape we will all die.
Escape from what? We are all happy. Perfectly...happy...