Prose - here

Ok so the pending title of this story is called here. I wanted to submit it for the english contest last year but my inspiration did not aline well with the due dates. I was originally going to post this folktale (or yolktale, hardy har) called the chickens but decided it was too essoteric and strange. I was also considering using a story that Im very excited about and is substanially longer than this but it is very much in it's rough stages. Also I apologise for the grammatic and punctuational and spelling errors that will no doubt be in it, I have jst finished rewriting it. (The original hopped around from past to present which I tried to fix in this version and the original was in first person and though some things I liked that you could only get from Sarah's mind, she is a loving, caring etc person so she wouldn't be making the comment made at the begining of the story. Peace.

She had started work at the facilities since the age of eighteen. That was thirty-one years ago, and she had still yet to come to terms with where these 'facilities' are exactly. What she did know however, this place was first established as a safe-haven from crimes against children which had been on the rise since the twenty-first century. Growing up here, was originally just another option for parents who wanted their children to grow up with a guaranteed education, and in a world without crime. Often times the government would send children here, who's parents were deemed unfit to raise said child.
As the times changed, the birth rate increased and more room was needed for children. The government would allocate large grants to continue the prosperity of here. As birth rates continued to steadily climb, the money followed.
To try and stop this epidemic, the government began to make it mandatory for all unmarried women to take birth control. Government funded anti-sex propaganda surfaced, and had spread like wildfire across the nation.
Things still got worse. Despite all efforts, the population continued to spiral out of control. Drastic measures needed to be taken; every child upon birth from that moment on would have certain parts removed so there would no longer be sex, or babies or any of that trouble. Imagine that. What fixes pets, also does wonders for humanity. To be sure the population did not falter over-time, additional grants were awarded to create genetics lab for creating children, and an entire city to house them in. The facilities were soon responsible for every birth in the country. Inconceivable!
Children created in a laboratory had many benefits: diabetes was gone, aids was gone, in fact, all disease was now gone! No child would ever have to grow up sick because their sick parents were irresponsible and reproduced against any logic. Shame.
For the most part the children at the facilities were directed by an omniscient voice that came out of speakers located throughout the facilities. The voice would tell them, when to sleep, when to eat and pretty much whatever the children would need to know.
Occasionally a child will start a fight or refuse to do what the voice tells them. That is where she comes in. Her name is Sarah, she is one of the many care takers who overlook the facilities. When a child does something wrong it is her job intervene to stop it. Then she would need to write a detailed report and send it to the administration. From that point the administration would run a personal history of the child, and the bloodline from which they are from. If the bloodline shows that many of the children from it have had problems then the administration will stop creating children from that bloodline.
Sarah typically looks after children from the ages 5-8 and she loves her job a lot. Watching them innocently amuse themselves for hours on end with some imaginary game, hearing their laughter and watching them grow and develop as humans. It was her one true joy in life.
She is housed here on the premises. Having grown up here, she has been outside these walls only once, and it was brief. It was for her professional training. She has so many fond memories of growing up here, swinging on swings, playing hopscotch and so much more it is likely why she chose to work her in the first place. Excitement.
Today she would be receiving a new child to take care of. A test subject. The lab often sent her test children, they were always trying to create better, stronger, smarter people. But often times their efforts showed no results. This child was however different.
When all the other children were off playing games, he sits quietly. While all the other children were talking during class time, he sits quietly. While all the other kids put up a fuss, not wanting to nap, he was already lying down, sleeping soundly.
Sarah became immensely interested in the child who did not act like one so she wrote up a report for the administration to read, with test subjects, it is required to report more often then with regular children.
Within a few days she received a report from the administration not to worry, and the child is likely just going through an adjustment phase.
Sarah had to accept the report as the truth, since no other truth was made known. Sarah, did not understand this child, she was not entirely sure she liked him either. So the one day while he was sitting quietly and the other children were playing quietly she asked him if he would like to join them. He looked blankly at her for a moment and simply replied with, “if that is what you would like me to do.”
“Shouldn't you want to play, shouldn't all children want to play?” she asked, looking down at him.
“I do not see a need,” he replied. And as Sarah was to make her reply the voice informed her class that it was no longer time to be playing, and it is now time for studying. He was remarkably well at is studies, within a couple of weeks he was at the top of his class, but something in him was missing.
She contacted the administration again, only this time she did it directly. She picked up a telephone and asked the operator to connect her. The people at the other end of the phone sounded very isolated and distant. And when she demanded to know why her new child was acting this way they told her.
They informed her that they had finally mastered obedience on the level of genetics, then continued to tell her that the experiment was a complete success and that all children produced will be like him and she soon wouldn't need to worry about having children who behave badly, are rambunctious, in fact she would never have to worry about a child behaving differently again.
She then hung up the phone and it a numb state of surreality she walked to the park. She sat on the swing and began thinking of the children's laughter would slowly silence until it was a just distant memory that would gradually fade away, she began to feel depressed, and then she wanted to cry. And felt that way for a long time. Everything about being a child would soon be gone, no more games, no more scrapped knees and no more swinging. She wished things could be different, but no one can interfere with the infinite path this world is taking. So she lifted her head up and decided she would have to adapt to this new reality. This world. Progress.