"We are people- La-La-La!"

"We are people- Tra-La-La! Ha!"

The people linked their arms tightly. They hugged each other frequently when not dancing. Their long robes covered everything from above mid-calf to below the neck. It was time for dancing, so they wore gloves to cover their hands. Their faces, legs, and the tops of their necks were coated with a heavy ointment, so if any of them accidentally brushed against another, bare skin would not make contact. That would be unclean and wrong.

After all of this time, people were finally good, or at least better. They could be easily classified, categorized into the types prevalent in their geographic area. Appropriate attire, extremely modest of course, would be fabricated and they could go about their days singing and dancing adorably. Their nights would be spent hooked up to keenly measured electrical stimulation designed to build dreams stimulating the desire to sing and dance.

Sometimes they'd dream of beautiful sights and sounds that made them want to dance and sing in the purest joy of living. Other times, they'd lose their voices or their ability to move. They'd struggle and struggle as others linked arms and harmonized. It was agony to be separate from the only way of life they could recall.

The air was always clean and the skies were always azure. There was nothing filthy left in the world. Every day was almost the same, the purest of bliss filled every moment. That's what was meant by pure energy, by clean energy, by renewable energy. The planet doubles as a source of amusement for vacationers. Sure, we have alternate sources of energy, but this uniqueness is what makes people better.