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

Everyone is relatively sure that it's got to be something in the water. The only other place it could be is in the air, but we'd notice. They're relatively sure we'd notice. 
 
 Of course where would we even begin if we figured out where it was coming from. Assuming that it's something we're imbibing or inhaling, I mean maybe they've figured out how to put it through the rays of the goddamn sun. And all of THAT is assuming it's a chemical or a medication. Maybe it's a... procedure. I do n't like to think about it. My own biology put on standby since I was a little one. And how? No one knows. But I swear, if we knew we'd fight it. Try and do our own reversals. Would n't you? If you ask me, the Laws should n't have passed. They should n't be able to control us like this. 
 
 I guess it's only a big concern when you think about it too much. Normally you can forget but when you drift off, the lingering thought rears it's ugly head. Of course, I think a lot these days. Grandpa says its so much easier now to drift off into thought. Stress kills thought, he says, but stress is just a memory to him now. The control does n't even bother him! I could never understand how they could be okay with the Laws. The government controlling THAT much of a person. He insists if I was born in his time I'd understand. Would n't have had a table to eat off of, let alone something to eat, `` if things continued.'' Honestly I think he's exaggerating. We were doing fine over here from all their accounts, there was plenty of space, my mum and dad did well. Never starved, never went `` uneducated.'' We were n't billionaires like you hear of way back in the day, but we were solid. They were solid. Of course you never hear of starving or being stupid nowadays - but they say it was a thing and it was heading our way. But I do n't want to think about it now. I'm not one of the ones anymore that has to think about it. Ruth and I, we've been approved. 
 
 What a day that was. I'll tell you, as soon as we were approved, she bloomed like I had never seen, her heart unfolded and beamed right through her skin. She clutched that green slip of paper with its golden embossed stamp, could hardly hand it to the technician the day we went into the hospital for our reversals. She was a beam of love and light, you could hardly touch her without glowing yourself. She was herself. That was just shy of a year ago, and we're on the other end now. I've only known a few people my age who've gotten to where we are, gotten that sweet, sweet green light. Made enough money, or been healthy enough to get a green light I mean, since the standards are pretty damn high. But we made it. 
 
 It could be any day now; I confirmed our reservation at Malthus General and it's set to go. We wanted a window room, so we could welcome the dawn as well as the little one. Our parents are flying in to be there, they have n't seen a delivery since they got their own green light thirty years back. I ca n't wait. It's all I've ever wanted. I ca n't wait to share everything with the little one. Give everything, absolutely everything, to him or her. The world is theirs. 
 
 But moreso, I feel like my whole natural self, in this very moment. It'll be rough when the Reactivation kicks in. Can you believe that? After getting approved they make you get approved over and over. Another few years, another qualification hearing or two. I do n't like it at all. I'd have ten right away if I could. I've got enough love in me for fifty, but the Laws would never allow it. I mean the limit is only three. Fuck, I mean... how can you put a limit on it? We all have so much, we want for nothing. How can we not share it all? How can they forbid us from passing it all down, is n't that the right thing to do? How could letting people carry on naturally be seen as a risk? Sometimes I really wonder. 
 
 I'll tell you what though. Our first green slip, with that beautiful golden stamp... that's already the first page in the baby book.
