[ WP ] ( WIN PIZZA for best prompt ) You live up in a world where all people are 'your kind ' - like-minded , and similar to you , for better or worse . Show me around .

`` The thing that bothers me the most are the crashes.'' 
 
 As I set down my pint, I raised my eyebrow at Number 817. `` Crashes?'' 
 
 `` Car crashes! Like, they're just proof of our hypocrisy. I thought once we `` all agreed'' the crashes would stop. Still fucking traffic everyday.'' He slammed his drink down for dramatic emphasis. `` Now Number 336 explain to me why-'' 
 
 I know how we get, so I knew he was beyond reasoning with at this point and just needed to get it off his chest. I tried to think about something else as he ranted on. 
 
 5 years ago, everyone had voted. There was too much violence, too much division... The only thing we all knew for certain was our world would forever be on a doomed path of war and resentment, unless a drastic change was made. The silent majority rose up to change the future and decided on another way, the Agreement. 
 
 Another drunk patron whose number I could n't see had caught on to 817's complaints and made his way over. `` I misss art,'' he slurred at us. 
 
 Through secret means one person had been selected, after which everyone else would then be patterned. We became Like-Minded. Disagreement had become treason. I could hear the exchange getting more heated in the background. We know better than this, so I tried to diffuse the situation. `` We still have art-'' 
 
 `` New art!'' Our new friend interjected. `` None of us can draw. Or paint. I'm worthless. I just thought it would be different... I had hopes...'' 
 
 817 had caught on. `` Yeah, we all love art, but there will never be any new art ever fucking again. Cheers to the agreement! How was that supposed to make sense? We are the same terrible loser now.'' 
 
 The more sensible parts of Us had started to clear out of the bar. 817 was a friend, but I know he or this stranger would abandon me just the same if the roles were reversed. Any of us would. They were falling out of alignment. I had already begun to gather my things and prepare to get away when 817 caught on to what I was doing. His eyes flared at my wildly; he looked around and realized he was going too far. He should have stopped there, but did n't. The drunk stranger even knew better, as he silently slumped back to the other side of the bar. 
 
 He was shouting now. `` Who are we? What asshole did they use to make the template? The one that made us all the same? Where is the fucking lazy, prideful, jealous, emotional wreck who they left the world to? Even when we all agree we still ca n't get anything right!'' 
 
 By now the Unanimous had arrived, and with brutal efficiency 817 was silenced and removed from the bar. We all know you ca n't disagree with the Agreement. It was the first thing we all agreed on. 
 
 We do n't like to dwell on things, so within moments he bar has resumed the drunken murmur that normally filled its walls. The stranger made his way towards the exit, but paused briefly at my table. 
 
 `` I'm sorry about your friend.'' 
 
 `` We all know to agree,'' I replied. `` We all know things are better this way. It's his own fault.'' 
 
 The stranger gave me a sullen and terrified look as he showed me his number, before disappearing out the door. `` No... it's mine.'' 
 
 And with that Number 1 vanished into the night.
