[ Wp ] This is the dystopian society where Canada has taken over the world . Everyone is extremely polite , and it 's creepy .

`` Hey James, did you happen to see this?'' Ben's eyes peered over the newspaper. 
 
 `` No, what've they done this time?'' 
 
 `` Rather than brutally pillage the United States, each citizen was give the opportunity to integrate and settle themselves. Not a single person was killed by government.'' 
 
 James jaw suddenly gained weight and he scrambled for a copy of the paper. 
 `` My god... this is fantastic! It even says here,'' he re-read the sentence multiple times to confirm it's legitimacy, `` *The Canadian Republic issued personal, formal apologies to the former citizens of the United States of America. In them, it was made clear how sorry the Republic was for interrupting any and all former ways of life. However, things will likely return to normal once the new citizens are given their complementary maple syrup*.'' 
 
 `` Yes, yes, they are quite the moral power.'' Ben chuckled to himself as he found his way to the enormous curtain-less window. It overlooked downtown Vancouver and the bustling dots of cars and people below. Ben's apartment was close enough to the ground to makeout individual faces ( if you looked hard enough ) but high enough to peek over many buildings. The city has always looked and felt the same to Ben, but there definitely was something in the water these days. 
 
 Ben took a few breaths and gathered his thoughts. `` James.'' James looked up from the paper, still in a stupor from his new source of national pride. He wore a wide, childish smile while Ben fostered an intense sullen attitude. 
 
 `` What is it Ben?'' 
 
 `` The people.'' 
 
 `` I know, is n't it great? I never thought this place could realistically get much better. But boy oh boy was I proven wrong.'' 
 
 `` No, James. Come take a look at this.'' Ben motioned towards the expanse. James sauntered over, still clutching the paper with his thumb on same spot he read to Ben. `` Look down at these people and tell me what you see.'' 
 
 James narrowed his eyes to try and understand what Ben was getting at. Oftentimes, James strolled through the city and never bat an eye. But from Ben's apartment it was all too clear. 
 
 A woman with what looked like a briefcase was strutting down the road. Few payed her any mind, not counting the occasional nod and salutation. She was n't particularly attractive, a seemingly normal looking person. Nothing anybody would go ape-shit over. 
 
 Her briefcase, perhaps from overpacking or the worn leather, burst open to expel a fair share of papers. The wind assisted in making a violent and conspicuous scene. 
 
 Horrible screeching of tires made their way up to the apartment, along with the faint sound of feet pounding against the pavement. Doors were flung open, men and women alike sprinted both towards the woman and her fleeing papers. 
 
 From what James saw, not a single piece was taken. All of them were returned to the woman within minutes, each one with a kind smile. Nobody who helped took their time either, they all grabbed the papers seemingly as fast as possible and practically shoved it into her hands. It's almost like they feared what would happen if they were n't quick. Like something was watching, taking notes. 
 
 James pondered this as he left Ben's; making sure to put on his enormous grin that he had always been so accustomed to wear.
