[ WP ] Hundreds of years in the future , nerds fondly over-romanticize the late 20th/ early 21st century in completely historically inaccurate and anachronistic festivals akin to modern Renfaires .

As she curiously scrawled'Karen' on the weird, blue sheet of'Hello, My Name Is' stickers, she inwardly laughed at the insanity of common names. How inefficient to CHOOSE a name for a baby when they were genetically tested in utero, sorted by genetic strengths, then individually assigned unique numbers that allowed no room for confusion. 15 digit numbers for the elite, 14 for their subordinates, and so on... Babies who's genetic lot cast them into the 7-8 digit numbers were only allowed to be carried to term if there was a number available. `` Survival of the fittest... Amirite?! ``, 8174927493728 thought to herself, smiling at how she had mastered the 21st dialogue. She had been delving deep into the clunky World Wide Web database to look at'blogs', fox.com, and Facebook. This was her first Krunkfest, but she felt prepared. 
 
 As she entered the `` convention center'', as they called it, the first thing she noticed was that people of all digit lengths were walking around on one level plain. She had never mingled with 12 nor 14 digiteers, let alone 11s. Feeling both disgusted, yet privileged, she entered the masses.. Baffled at the banality of the music playing. A chalky voice blared, `` I came in like a wreecckiing balll..'', and despite the hollow, simple music, she found herself pacing her strides to the basic rhythm. 
 
 8174927493728 shuffled through the stalls, with everyone offering her'swag bags' full of useless items that used to be used. Forks and spoons made useless by enteric-sourced-nutrients. Small `` LED gloves'' that people used to wave in front of other's faces to entrance them in some unknown way. But her favorite was a small capsule of powder, different than her nutrient supplements, that she knew was contraband - since brain chemistry had been mastered and enforced by Them, there was no need for MDMA anymore. Every human existed in a constant state of perpetual near-satisfaction. It was well known that there used to be barbaric torture applied to chemically unstable people during this time. Later it was discovered, They told us, that it was the stress of managing one's own finance, relationships and other'personal problems' that caused the rampant suicides and schizophrenias. Obviously, once we surrendered these terrible stressors to Them, and mandated intracranial chemomonitors, people lived a very calm and near-content existence. Anyone's chemistry that was unable to be controlled was eliminated. 
 
 A lifetime of intervention for her'imbalance' treatments is how she heard about Krunkfest.. A place for people to be free and mingle based on preference. There was something similar in that time, it was called Burning Man. In fact, it was'Karen Hartman's' Facebook photos that gave 8174927493728 the courage to come to Krunkfest. 
 
 She swallowed the capsule of ancient chemicals and waited for the effects as she wandered between booths offering tastes of'alcohol', exhibits of'personal houses' ( versus the colonial digit dorms ), and hilarious outfits where people wore blue woven fabric'pants' and a different shirt daily... And still considered it a different outfit!! 
 
 Somewhere in the throes of giggles at the absurdity of it all, she gradually began to feel something she had never felt before. Something. She realized, she had never felt ANYTHING before. She smiled ( considered a grotesque gesture at home ), and noticed others around her smiling. It was then that she realized, They were lying. Love is real. 

