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The sleeping halls there were white and clean and bare of all things save one hundred beds. We were just like all our brothers then, save for the one transgression: we fought with our brothers. There are few offenses blacker than to fight with our brothers, at any age and for any cause whatsoever. The Council of the Home told us so, and of all the children of that year, we were locked in the cellar most often. THE SLEEPING HALLS THERE WERE WHITE AND CLEAN AND BARE OF ALL THINGS SAVE ONE HUNDRED BEDS WE WERE JUST LIKE ALL OUR BROTHERS THEN SAVE FOR ONE TRANSGRESSION WE FOUGHT WITH OUR BROTHERS THERE WERE FEW OFFENCES BLACKER THAN TO FIGHT WITH OUR BROTHERS AT ANY AGE AND FOR ANY CAUSE WHATSOEVER THE COUNCIL OF THE HOME TOLD US SO AND OF ALL THE CHILDREN OF THAT YEAR WE WERE LOCKED IN THE CELLAR MOST OFTEN
 three years in the Palace of Corrective Detention. It is only the Old Ones who whisper about it in the evenings, in the Home of the Useless. They whisper many strange things, of the towers which rose to the sky, in those Unmentionable Times, and of the wagons which moved without horses, and of the lights which burned without flame. But those times were evil. And those times passed away, when men saw the Great Truth which is this: that all men are one and that there is no will save the will of all men together. All men are good and wise. It is only we, Equality 7-2521, we alone who were born with a curse. For we are not like our brothers. And as we look back upon our life, we see that it has ever been thus and that it has brought us step by step to our last, supreme transgression, our crime of crimes hidden here under the ground. We remember the Home of the Infants where we lived till we were five years old, together with all the children of the City who had been born in the same year. ENCED TO THREE YEARS IN THE PALACE OF CORRECTIVE ATTENTION IT'S ONLY THE OLD ONES WHO WHISPER ABOUT IT IN THE EVENINGS IN THE HOME OF THE USELESS THEY WHISPER MANY STRANGE THINGS OF THE TOWERS WHICH ROSE TO THE SKY IN THOSE UNMENTIONABLE TIMES AND OF THE WAGONS WHICH MOVED WITHOUT HORSES AND OF THE LIGHTS WHICH BURNED WITHOUT FLAME BUT THOSE TIMES WERE EVIL AND THOSE TIMES PASSED AWAY WHEN MEN SAW THE GREAT TRUTH WHICH IS THIS THAT ALL MEN ARE ONE AND THAT THERE IS NO WILL SAVE THE WILL OF ALL MEN TOGETHER ALL MEN ARE GOOD AND WISE IT IS ONLY WE EQUALITY SEVEN TWO FIVE TWO ONE WE ALONE WHO WERE BORN WITH A CURSE FOR WE ARE NOT LIKE OUR BROTHERS AND AS WE LOOK BACK UPON OUR LIFE WE SEE THAT IT HAS EVER BEEN THUS AND THAT IT HAS BROUGHT US STEP BY STEP TO OUR LAST SUPREME TRANSGRESSION OUR CRIME OF CRIMES HIDDEN HERE UNDER THE GROUND WE REMEMBER THE HOME OF THE INFANTS WHERE WE LIVED TILL WE WERE FIVE YEARS OLD TOGETHER WITH ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE CITY WHO HAD BEEN BORN IN THE SAME YEAR
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