You were born a worker. Your parents were workers your children will be workers – if you can get a licence to have any. In Zone Alpha there are workers, revellers, and elites. You are a worker. While the revellers wile their days away and the elites do the secretive things that elites do, you work. There are some advantages to being a worker. A modicum of unrestricted movement, occasional skill upgrades, and the anonymity that comes from being “beneath notice”, but you have often wondered what it would be like to be one of the revellers. The numerous masses that spend their time procreating, consuming and, diverting themselves with the distractions that the Oligarchy provides. Occasionally workers are elevated to the ranks of the elite if they are particularly skilled or productive. There was that scientist last year, Jons One One Seven, and when you were still in youth training camp you remember a mechanic being raised, Davis something. Revellers are never raised.
Tomorrow is the big day. Finally after all your hard work Control has seen fit to raise your status to a Level 2. You will finally get your Specialist Infusion. It has been a long haul but all the late nights and extra shifts will finally pay off when you get to have that first meal in the Specialists Cafeteria. Your friend from the YTC, Spetch Two Two Seven, says they have toast there. You remember trying toast once when a reveller called you in for some maintenance and forced it on you. It was wonderfully crunch yet soft at the same time, and the explosion of flavour . . . ah toast, so much better than the Supplement Zero that is dispensed at all the Level 1 cafeterias. Spetch was raised last cycle. Everything comes easy for him, but not for you. You are a worker. You work for everything. You work for the Oligarchy. Time to get back to work.