Samantha Summit sat at her cubicle and mindlessly reviewed complaints about N-Health™ and flagged any potentially dangerous comments. Her life was simple and orderly. She ate the same food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She wore her long brown hair in it's mandatory tight bun, wore the same clothes, more like a uniform, a grey skirt suit, white blouse buttoned up all the way, black 3'' heels, and tan stockings. Her silver wedding band the only jewelry she was allowed. She of course had her N-Health™ work badge with her name on it as well as other numbered information that any superiors needed. Close to the end of the work day, she saw a complaint that caught her eye:
===Samantha- do you not tire of this mundane existence?===
Samantha had to look twice. That was strange she thought, but then she got another one.
===Yes you, Samantha Summit, Complaints and Comments Department===
Wait, no way she thought again. She must just be imagining things. Yes that was it.
But before she could question it more, the lights dimmed slightly twice. Indicating her shift was over. Samantha put on her tan coat, buttoned it all the way to her chin, got her N-Health™ briefcase and left the building.
On the Tram-Life™, she got aboard and stood as there were no seats available. That was alright though, she had been sitting all day anyway. Before the Tram-Life™ sped off she could see a man in a pink checkered hoodie and some kind of mask in the window. But when it passed a pillar he was gone. That had to be impossible. That kind of attire was strictly forbidden, she thought as she looked in the windows reflection at her modest and plain appearance.
She got off at her apartment block. As she entered, she met her husband, Ivan, at the door. He was wearing a black suit with white shirt and matching tie, his dark hair cut short and proper. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, which was standard procedure. As Ivan went to his home office to do some work, Samantha went to start dinner: Fresh Meal™ Syth-Steak™ for Ivan and Clean-Leaf™ salad for herself. After dinner Ivan went to the bedroom and got undressed. Samantha reluctantly did the same and laid on the bed legs spread. She hated doing this every other Tuesday as required by N-Health™ population assurance.
Ivan got on top of her and inserted himself into her. As he started thrusting, Samantha couldn't help but think of Wendy. She worked in the cubicle next to her, she had beautiful black hair and deep brown skin. Ivan finished with a grunt and turned over to go to bed. Samantha laid there for a few moments before putting on white tape over her crotch as directed by N-Health™ to ensure no leakage and promote fertilization.
In the night she woke and saw a message on the scrolling sign outside her apartment:
You Can Choose Freedom From Your Confinements..... Just Follow Your Heart...........
She put her NormCorp™ approved night dress and went to her door after hearing a knocking sound. When she opened the door she saw that no body was there but a note on a heart shaped piece of paper.