Meticulously manicured impartial immersions, the plan, plans within plans within plans, permeating every existential aspect, monitoring, coordinating, harmonious atonal strategically serviced scripts, requirements, nothing out of the ordinary, pharmaceutical synchrony, burnished, witnessed, tanned, The Giver, kindred subjects of Landru, converses with The Third Man, sonic scientific sterility, empiric equilibrium, disciplined and unified, microscopically maintained.
Everything fits within a cohesive holistic whole.
But there's no longer any joy.
No exceptions to the rules.
History's legends have been assigned to one aged caretaker, who sacrifices his knowledge to uphold the new order.
But a protégé is chosen from the ranks of his culture's youth, to share in his burden, to preserve the memories of lost time.
Emotional bombardments proceed to alienate through shock as questions hitherto beyond reason maddeningly dare to forsake.
Exfoliate.
Threadbare.
A classic examination of totalitarian benevolence.
Maudlin yet sane.
Preferred The Third Man.
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