0800, day 1
The doors to your new living residence slide open with a shriek, the poorly aligned frame digging a corner into the metal. The lights inside wink on after a noticable pause, one bulb blinking in an irregular pattern. A single room fills the small space beyond, the area filled nearly completely with five narrow, sagging beds and as many slightly rusted and paint chipped storage lockers. The space smells of lingering BO and spoiled food.
You can hardly believe how nice it is. Ever since you turned in that co-worker for being a dirty commie traitor, life in Alpha Complex has only gotten better for you. No more public sleeping zones for you! You now have your very own bed, your very own storage locker, and soon you might even have things to put in it.
Best of all, you have left the masses behind. No longer a lowly Infared, you are now a marginely higher Red! Joy! And you have been personally selected by The Computer to be one of the elite, a Troubleshooter. You don't even need your Happy-Time pills this day...though of course, you still take them, as failure to take precribed meds is of course, treason.
You walk into the room, wondering what events are in store for you this day. You have been given the day off from work, to have some time to adjust to your new slightly elevated status. Hopefully your new roomates will arrive soon so that you may meet them...