To be honest, there aren't characters in a sense so we won't be needing much of a discalimer. It's just a conversation between two friends, which was inspired by The Giver and what my mommy dearest always says: You can't have good days without the bad.
"You're doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"Staring out of the window waiting for the world to end."
"Oh."
"Is that all you do when I'm gone all day?"
"I fall asleep sometimes and eat when I get hungry."
"Well I'm here now."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong and that's precisely what's wrong."
"I don't follow. Care to elaborate?"
"There's nothing to feel."
"There's nothing to feel?"
"It's hard to describe. If everything is so perfect, we can't possibly understand real grief and pain. We don't know the meaning of heartbreak. Without the bad, we can't appreciate the good. You can't feel real joy if it is all you ever knew. We don't have real love or emotion. We couldn't possibly. Does that make any sense?"
"Only a little."
"All I'm saying is, our Utopia is as utopian as we seem to think. No it's not in the least?"