Happy Life
Freedom is what I enjoy every day: the freedom to love the Party, to worship the Party, and to support the Party throughout my day. My day should have gone normally- adhering to the Party’s rigorous waking time, and subsequently following their productive schedule to further the Party’s goals- were it not for that infernal locket. I have been happy my entire life: perhaps not at liberty to speak frivolously, but I have been able to enjoy the mandated free time provided to me by my gregarious benefactors: they can be constantly heard blaring from loudspeakers everywhere- in the walkway throng, my frenzied yet debilitating workplace, my incomprehensibly incommodious sleeping quarters, the awkward lavatories- and I cannot help but love every minute of it: as I walk through the clean bustling city, as I engage in my esteemed genial workplace, as I sleep and wake in my intimate personal quarter, as I use the unbelievably tidy lavatories.
