I have read every book. I know what they all say, what they’re about, all the authors. I don’t need to read them to know. I know where they all go in the library, the exact place, the exact inch. I have never put them away wrong. I would rather be one of the characters from the books, carefree and able to choose my profession. But I was made to be a librarian. There is not much crime in the world now, no need for cops. Nobody defies, we are made to listen, made to follow. They say we are made with a sense of purpose, but we aren’t. I would feel much more useful if I could pick my profession. Those who try are arrested and eventually killed. They say they wanted the world to be different than how it used to be, but if they kill those who something different, isn’t that crime too? We cannot say these things aloud, for there are recording devices everywhere. In this world, one can only dream.