Anthem

I know not if this earth on which I stand is the core of the universe or if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity. I know not and I care not. For I know what happiness is possible to me on earth. And my happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose

This god, this one word:

"I."

I am done with the monster of "We," the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame.

"You shall be burned at the stake," said Democracy 4-6998.

At forty, they are sent to the Home of the Useless, where the Old Ones live. The Old Ones do not work, for the State takes care of them.