[ WP ] You live in a fascist state , but have been fortunate enough to be given the most desirable job . Describe your life and/or what you do .

I sighed for the twenty-fifth time that day. I was sitting in the small office on the border, my legs up on the table in front of me. Thankfully, we did n't open until 6, so I always came here a bit early to enjoy the air conditioning. Checking the files around me, I made sure I had all the supplies I needed for the day. Transcript Machine ready? Yep. Official Booklet of Information? Check. Weird-ass stone tablet with markings on it? You betcha. 
 
 Ah, time had arrived. I opened the booth window, and leaned over to the intercom, saying clearly, `` NEXT!'' 
 
 I watched as the woman approached the booth. Not bad looking, but I had a wife. She wordlessly handed me her forms, and I checked them over. Citizen, her passport said. Her ID card confirmed it. Making sure there were no mistakes or errors, I handed them back to her. 
 
 `` Good day. Glory to Arstotska.''
