I've never had any reason to doubt my individuality or my uniqueness - until yesterday. They have taken my name from me, the one thing that designates me as the person that can only be me; they have given me a number. As of yesterday, I am C7. The one after C6 and before C8. What is it with the world and reducing singular beings to numbers and letters? How can I explore the depths of my human nature, knowing that to the state, the insurance company, my bank, my PC, hell, even to my parents (K1: Kid one), I am no more than a number?
I feel like I've been robbed of my soul. Must stop now. Have to meet friends. ID C3-Po and R2-D2. At least they understand.
