Waking up stretching, she dressed without giving any thought about the rote motions of dressing. It was habitual as was the clothes that covered her body. Black oxfords, grey tights, black jumper and black mask. The only variation of her dress was the grey tights. Color was strictly forbidden. Taking off your mask in public was strictly forbidden. Taking off your mask anywhere was strictly forbidden. Everything required equality. Everything was giving in the same proportions. Nothing was allowed to stray from the normal. Anything or anyone who strayed from the normal was removed permanently. No one question what that truly meant. Everyone followed the same cyclical code. It is simple; all things must be fair and equal, leave the emotion out of it. Purge the emotion; it just gets in the way of equality. After all fair is fair and life here is fair.