Utopia: An imaginary place or state of things in which everything is perfect.
This, this Utopia we made for ourselves so many years ago. Fuck it, fuck this Utopia. Fuck this place where all you do is sit here, in your plad sweaters and white collared shirts, obeying every order like a good child. The set of rules which these machines followed, they were surreal. You didn't have any of the pleasures of life, the Royals robbed you of that. You couldn't fall in love, you couldn't play, you couldn't choose your career, you were surely and utterly caged. Your parents, the ones who brought you into this world, couldn't even choose your own name. The Royals were the head of this fucked up reality, the ones who left you no privlages.
The Utopia in which we lived, was based off of purity. The darker your skin the lower in rank, the darker the blood, the darker the tears, the less purity. Your blood, if the darkest colour meant you were to be imprisoned, no exceptions. Your tears, if the darkest colour meant you seek therapy, a harsh therapy which would drill the beliefs of your fellow citizens into your brain. One is incapable of thinking after these sessions, the are like machines, obeying their coded orders. If your blood black, and tears the darkest blue, not only shall thou be imprisoned, thou shall also be sentenced to a dreadful life of therepudic sessions, leaving you deprived of the little life which the pure ones had. You would die alone, deprived of necessary nutrition, and life. When stating that one in this community was deprived of life, this is what was meant. There were no choices one could own, no experiences one could build themselves off of. Everyone was built off the Royals, the embodiment of this fucked up Utopia in which we live.
