[ WP ] Write a dystopia that turns into a utopia .

It was a red day meaning service day. The men in uniforms pushed us along the cells, those neat lines of indiscriminate hate and metal. The bars that secured us in our homes were the same that kept us alive. 
 
 
 Service day, a red day. A nothing day. A day that comes and goes, like the ashes of our fallen. We pay homage to the service of our fellow man, be he in uniform toiling the farms, the land, the sea. Be it a woman making way for life, tending the children or healing the discarded. Be it the machines that protect us, to the bolts that hold us in our homes, we pay service to those around us. 
 
 
 *Please report to your designated stations. Tardiness is unacceptable, and will be punished accordingly. * 
 
 
 The public announcer's automated message echoed throughout the hall. Shuffled again through more doors, past more windows, we reached the main auditorium. A drab, solemn room, devoid of emotion. A condescending room, filled with the imagination of a coffin. I hacked up a chunk of my lung as I found my allotted seat, trying to hold my cough down before the service began. 
 
 
 *Service will begin soon, please be mindful of those around you. * 
 
 
 It was a red day, a service day. I waited, until the grey room turned dark, a whirring of a projector activating being heard from the back. Service was beginning. 
 
 
 `` Today is March 13, 3016, marking the third service of our holy year. A significant month as our leaders make way for the future. Production figures this month are up by twenty percent..'' 
 
 
 It always began with the achieved quotas, production estimated and yielded results. Nothing of importance gained or lost as I drifted slowly into a grey abyss of thoughtless state of mind. 
 
 
 `` And now, a moment of silence for those lost.'' 
 
 
 Suddenly, the purring of the projector was the only audible noise. Breathing became a chore, as not to disturb the service, everyone temporarily held their breathe. No one coughed, no one sneezed. No one dared breathe. 
 
 
 `` We thank you for showing respect.'' 
 
 
 The room sighed with an air of relief. 
 
 
 `` Next month, food rations will be doubled with the anticipated arrival of Minister Mawan. A special gift of complimentary coffee will be provided at his arrival to all subjects.'' 
 
 
 A quiet murmur grew into a wave of chatter. There had n't been a ration increase since... ever. 
 
 
 `` Lastly, the Reading Agricultural Center test has been concluded, results have been a success. With new operations increasing, ration portions are to increase substantially. More news to come as information comes in.'' 
 
 
 There was a sudden burst of excitement. I thought to the measly bread roll and cabbage soup that was the standard ration and watered caffeine water. I thought of the possibilities as more rations would stream in. 
 
 
 It was a red day. It was a good day. A doing day. A day to celebrate. It was service day.
