The moment she opened her eyes, there was still only the ceiling in front of her, which she had long since seen and was tired of, white enough to make one's eyes hurt, and the dull light shone through the blinds into the equally dim room, and she reached out and pulled down a leaf to peek outside, and saw the gray sky and the heavy clouds, and everything was so dead.

    I felt bored for no reason, maybe it was because of the time that flashed in front of my eyes due to the expanding lens, or maybe it was because of the strange dream I had just had.

    "Are you happy?"

    It was so strange that she had never tried to think about it when she was growing up, nor had she ever asked herself about it after the end of her rebellious period.

    Happiness and all that was a matter of course in this utopian ideal society, with a drastically reduced crime rate to almost zero, a generally longer life expectancy, and a stable birth rate.

    But such stability comes at a price. From the time you grow up, you are taught what adults say is right, and after high school, you are monitored by a management system 24 hours a day, and the government decides who to marry, taking into account your background, social evaluation, and even your genes, all of which exist for the sake of producing better people.

    The value of a human being is easily priced by the suitability test.

    Those with good aptitude are privileged, those with bad aptitude are ridiculed and mocked.

    Excellent 'blue', bad 'green', people are like collared livestock, commodities with price tags.

    However, she is neither, she is neither good nor bad, and she is called "transparent".

    "Transparency is not hated by anyone, but it is not accepted by anyone either.

    At one time she tried to fight back, just like all her peers who longed for freedom, because the utopia for everyone else was more like a stagnant pool of stagnant water for her, dirty and lifeless.

    Coming home late, going to and from bad places, and even hurting herself did not change her from transparent to green in the annual fitness test.

    In the end, she chose to join the common sense of society, to float with it, but there were still occasional moments when she couldn't catch her breath.

    Not daring to admit it, not wanting to admit it, but still longing for freedom, the words like sweet fruits always penetrate into her mind when she is depressed, insistent and expanding like cancer cells.

    Even if this was the case, what could she do if she was so powerless?

    Finally, she lifted her spirit to pay attention to the time flashing in front of her eyes, seven o'clock, two hours before the start of the first class, and casually slid off the news that was playing automatically.

    "Boring." Skillfully, I started the scrambled eggs in the wok and poured them onto a plate.

I ate some breakfast casually, ignored the alarms from the health aid system as usual, and left the house in a hurry.

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"It's now 8:35, everyone should start the day in a happy mood, and the general public is prohibited from carrying dangerous goods without prior authorization..."

    Standing on the automated road leading to the school, the dark gray sky finally began to rain, from the steaming heat on the ground to the humid air, it was sticky and disgusting, and the rain that continued to fall hit the light blonde hair, dripping down the curly strands of hair.

    There seemed to be a lot of commotion at the back of the road, and thinking about it, she was smart enough to quickly come up with an answer.

    Sure enough, it didn't take long for a student to be taken away by the security police, and the paralyzed look of the student was probably shot with a police tranquilizer gun, and the only thing waiting for her next was the Youth Behavioral Correction Center.

    She went there too. Everything was white, the rooms, the beds, even the food was white, and it still makes me sick to my stomach.

It's not worth it.

That's what she thought.

    "Good morning, Amy."

    The rain that had been falling on her head suddenly stopped, and she pushed back the strands of hair that were clinging to her face, and raised her head to meet a pair of blue-green eyes.

    Immediately, the person's personal information popped up, a floating avatar followed by a social score and an eye-popping blue circle.

    "Mr. Ritter." I merely responded, and then stepped out of the umbrella's shelter, letting the rain continue to beat down on my already soaked uniform.

    "Amy...I said Amy! It's been a year!"

    "Rhett, she has no intention of getting along with you." Her tone hardened and she didn't give the other woman a chance to reply, the most common response for her when it came to protecting herself, "And I think you know exactly why."

    Disgust.

    She kept trying to collect the words in her head, but she couldn't find any other words than disgusting.

    "I have nothing to do with you." I just threw out those words, not wanting to say anything more.

    The rain continued.

    Letting the rain wash over her, she walked on, trying to close the distance, even as she heard Riette's splashing footsteps behind her.

    The rain wouldn't stop, wouldn't stop hitting the roughly constructed awning on the side of the road, the thunder rumbled, and all the sounds sounded like they were working against her, making her dizzy.

    It had been a horrible day, with the rain drowning out the incessant brainwashing announcements, and even the conversations of the fast-moving pedestrians next door were hard to hear.

    I felt a little bit better when I thought I was finally arriving at school, yes, just a little bit.

    Though that little bit of weight still didn't do much to boost her energy.

    With her soaked uniform clinging to her body, the heat and humidity of her hair smothering the back of her neck, her agitated mood, the sound of the rain, the pace of the rain that she continued to move forward only by subconsciousness, and her confused thoughts, it seemed like that was all she could think about at the moment.

    It was as if the contents of her brain had been stirred up by a blender more than ten times, and the paste was so sticky and messy that even thinking began to become laborious, and meaningless things began to drift randomly around in her head.

    The eggs I fried this morning seemed a little burnt.

The person who just walked by seems to be in the same class...what's his name?

What's his name?

What time is it now?

When did Riette talk to her?

What does the morning air smell like?

When will the rain stop?

What pulled her back from her distant thoughts was the sound of screaming above the sound of the rain, and the sound of something heavy falling almost buried in the constant high decibels.

    When she regained her senses, she was already standing in front of the school's entrance, and the crowd was rushing forward so quickly that she was bumped more than once or twice while standing still, and it hurt.

    Finally realized to go forward, lifted up his feet, trying to squeeze forward from the crowd, have to admit a little curious, what happened.

    Finally, I managed to get to the front, in the center of the crowd of onlookers.

    Everything seemed to be moving backwards and forwards.

Gray skies; dark, timid shadows; restlessness in the air; murmurs; screams.

    Bright red filled the entire field of vision, as if this red was the only color in the world at this moment.

    The red color melted and melted in the shallow puddle of water until it gradually faded away, the red color entangled with the black color, swirling in the water.

    The alarms of the management system amplified, amplified, amplified in my head, my heart rate increased in the magnifying glass, and my breathing began to get tighter and tighter.

    The staff and police officers who had arrived at the sound of the alarm continued to block the growing number of onlookers.

    By the time she realized what she was seeing, it was too late to regret.

    It was a corpse...right?

    It was the first time she had ever seen a real body, a real corpse, still warm, a human being who had been alive until a few seconds ago, but now his limbs were twisted, his head was no longer visible, and the red color of the eruption was tangled up with the black color of the adhesion.

    With the realization of what I was seeing, the feeling of nausea rushed up to my throat so wildly that I seemed to be on the verge of vomiting up my morning omelette.

    Violent coughing, dry nausea, dizziness, fear, and a playful pinching of thoughts that had stopped long ago.

    I opened my mouth and tried to make a sound, but no sound came out.

            Nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea.

Nausea, nausea, nausea, nausea.

    Drowned, by something unknown.