" Imagine a world without hunger. Imagine a world without disease. A world without poverty, without social classes. A world that always provides. Weather is perfect, never too hot, never too cold. Everyone has a shelter. Homelessness is a concept long forgotten.
I am living in such world.
When we recently came to this perfect designed utopia, we were assigned a spot: a lovely home for us and our significant others. Food was served at the highest standard at a set time, every day, three times per day. We didn't have to work for it, it was just provided. House was always cleaned, and we had plenty of leisure time to spend with all the other lucky couples living the dream. Everybody was friendly, everybody had their needs met.
Everybody was happy. Those couples became families, and these families started to grow. Space started to get defined as cozier. After some time, cozier became crowdy, and soon after, privacy deprived. To catch sleep was difficult: there was always someone doing something nearby, and get a complete private spot was impossible.
Then they started to emerge: the rashes. You would bump into your neighbours and notice scratches on their arms, their necks, their cheeks... they would look embarrassed when questioned, but truth would be plain obvious when such scratches became wounds on their heads, ripped ears, a missing teeth, a missing finger. An individual would fall on a random limb at night one day, such individual would get an eye ripped off the next for not "watch it". Unapologetic rudeness became shameless violence, and then the leakers era started.
It became less noisy, less rude, less crowded... but you would get this dark brownish, rusty smelling liquid leaking from the ceilings and through the walls from upper floors. The randomly violent psychos left around wouldn't fix this problem - odds are, they were causing it- and us... well... we stopped caring long ago.
This utopia was named Universe 25. Twenty five times they tried to grab perfection, and twenty five times they failed.
I am living in such world, performing the same routine: waking up, eating, cleaning my coat from the leaked brown drops constantly falling, wishing for the day to speed up towards the end, killing time meanwhile, trying to keep myself entertained. I don't care about justice, about fight, about ownership. I don't even care about sex. I just wait. Wait and keep myself entertained meanwhile the end comes, maybe hoping, at the bottom of my heart, for it to be over soon. "