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People weren't given names anymore, they were assigned serial numbers. Alphabetical, and numerical. To stop over-population there was controlled breeding. Once Z99Z 99999 was born, no one could breed until someone perished, so they could take their place. To make sure that there was someones place to take, the maximum age limit was 45. This was the way for every sector, efficient and effective.
You wake up at 0500, you are washed, dressed, fed and at your work station for 0630.. If you are under 18, the same routine applies, except you live in the school grounds, and are in class by 0630.
Art had been outlawed, as it was deemed an unnecessary and inconvenient passtime. Overactive imaginations, and imaginations in general for that matter, were frowned upon and stunted. All literature was censored and it was up to the "Powers-That-Be" to decide what and wasn't appropriate.
If you worked, then you worked in a factory. The lower classes packed and shipped out 'product'. The middle classes worked retail, importing and exporting certain 'product'. And it was the upper classes job to create and do research on 'product'. Again, the "Powers-That-Be" were those who decided who goes in which class system. It was all about coding. If you dared to question why there was a class system in the eutopia which made 'everyone equal' then you would be 'fixed' too. For your own good, naturally.

For every day of his life, T63X 27623 (known just as 'T63X' to his sanctioned friends) lived in this knowledge, and obeyed every rule, every order, and neither questioned nor thought to disobey.
His guardians looked after him up until he was old enough to go to school. Then, he was sent away to life in the school house. During the day he had lessons, which were picked for him to coincide with his career. He was upper class, future researcher for 'product', so he had all the basic lessons as well as advanced science, maths, and a biology class seperately.
If you asked him now, he wouldn't be able to tell you anything about his guardians, but this was the same for everyone. Remembering guardians was unnecessary, and therefore a useless comodity. And besides, they only knew them up to the age of 4 anyway.
No one had time off work or school. You work, and maintain this level of living for future generations to enjoy, and this was understood and never questioned by anyone, including T63X.
However, there was just one question he always wanted to ask. . .
There was a place, a place not controlled like the rest of the planet. A place a long way away, which no one was told about, because it was a rule never to ask.
Rumour has it that this place included the forbidden things, such as art, music, and poetry. All the things that were considered unnecessary for work and unproductive, and therefore banned.
Apparently the people that lived in this distant land were savages. Vile, crude and violent creatures. Deformed, and ill on the inside.
They'd never been fixed.
Or that's what the rumour were, anyway.
T63X wanted to know whether that was all really there. He wanted to know who was there, and why it wasn't controlled like the rest of the planet.
His friends told him not to ask, not to mention it at all (there were eyes everywhere. . . And Harmony Enforcers), and they didn't want to get in trouble for his foolish questioning.

Little did he know that the key to it all was right in front of him all along. . .