Why aren’t I where I’m supposed to be? Is it a lack of trying?
No, I’ve pushed myself over the edge trying to attain the unattainable. The unreachably obscure medal whose fingertips and fingerprints lay buried above its surface.
All but not mine. It isn’t a victory of wits or speed-talk, it isn’t a race of royalty and worth, it is a dream of justice and fairness, and even though it is true, “life isn’t fair”, it is also true that only the defeated clamor onto such vices that keep them buried in the hole that they’re in. If trying is just as admirable, then why isn’t defeat?
I don’t know what any of this has to do with the above picture, but it doesn’t really matter, nor do I care.
In the One State of the great Benefactor, there are no individuals. People are referred to as numbers, not names. Human passions and instincts have been subdued. Everything has been reduced to mathematics. Even nature has been defeated, banished behind the Green Wall. But one frontier remains: outer space. Number D-503, architect of the spaceship Integral, decides to record his thoughts in the final days before the launch into space. But a chance meeting with the beautiful 1-330 results in an unexpected discovery that threatens everything he believes about himself and the One State. The discovery - or rediscovery - of inner space…..the human soul.
The tragic story of the complex love/hate relationship between two farm laborers, George Milton and Lennie Small, who share big dreams but couldn’t be any more opposite from each other.