"And all the people say  You can't wake up  This is not a dream  You're part of a machine  You are not a human being."  

There are the ones with the strings, knowing who they will be with. There are the ones without the strings, knowing they will be alone. There are the fates, ones who can cut the strings. Everyone sees the strings. Everyone know who they will be with, or if they will be alone. Couples are formed young. To date anyone else if you have a string is taboo. Stringless will date each other, staying friends, knowing it won't last. Friendships form, and everyone finds a place. Everyone

The scales outlining the right side of my face, down my neck, my right arm, my sides, over my heart.

They strive for perfection. Nothing will stop them.

"I know, but they are my friends."