ONE STATE

You wake up alongside all other workers from your shift in a collective sleeping room. Together you move to canteen in identical, learned movements. You eat together going as far as lifting spoonfuls of identical food at the same time as everyone else. Then you go to the factory. You do your job in a well defined manner, you always know what it is to do and what exact movements you are to do down to position of limbs. During work you listen to music or poetry designed to get you into proper rhythm. Everything is part of this rhythm. It is more natural to you than your own breath. It's the heartbeat of the machine you are a cog in. It's the voice of God. You of course don't just work. You are given proper entertainment. Collectively you are taken to see movies or take part in group activities. But everything you do (aside of defecating I guess) you do as a part of the collective. You don't exist as an atomised individual anymore. You are a part of something greater. You are free from worry about your own life. You are just expected to do what you are told and reap the rewards. Hunger, fear, loneliness? Those are things that no longer are a part of vocabulary. Every tear is wiped by the allmighty Machine. Future doesn't worry you. You had seen the future at it is Us." Your name is NV-295

You live in the ONE STATE, a dystopian society that has no sense of self identity, you are all treated equal, memory, emotion, and hormone blockers mean no emotions, only the sense of work, and knowing your apart of something far greater than you