We are red, and we are one.

"I am in a sea of millions just like me. We sway together. We move together. We fall together. We climb together. I live and breathe red. I am red. We are red, and we are one. I am never alone. We are inseparable as a mass. We fit together, all as equals under Maximillian. Maximillian keeps us safe and boxed up when he is not watching us. We never have to worry about individuality; such a thing is nonexistent. We are bound together, and we are happy. We are happy. We are happy. Maximillian is good and we are happy.

But last night, something moved in me. It wasn't plastic. I looked around and nobody else seemed to have felt it. I felt something strange.... I felt angry. I FELT. And I couldn't sit still any longer. I couldn't live under this Maximillian for one more second. Stirring in my gut was a festering animosity; a need for change, for freedom. So I picked myself up off of the green grass with the circles sticking up (Max always told us that it was grass at least). And I heaved my stupid square body over on my side and then on my back and then side again, so I was almost rolling. I inched 24 body lengths across this comparatively soft white floor until I was in position and then I sat and waited."

Maximillian
In the morning Maximillian opened his blue eyes and watched the toy airplane that hung from his ceiling as it twirled gently with the wind from his fan. He reached his arms straight up and rose like Frankenstein from his bed, sweeping his Batman sheets off his body in one fell swoop. He yawned and his body cracked a little as he stretched. He hopped up and felt a searing pain shoot up his leg. A fleeting wave of rage rattled through him and he let out a distressed "YELP!" He took his poor foot in his hands and squeezed it to forget the pain. When it had subsided he looked down angrily at the culprit. A small red lego sat innocently in front of his bed. Feeling a little silly, Max picked up the lego and put it back in it's container.