Rainbow of Names

My Name Is Blue.

        My name is Blue. That means that I have a Blue personality. Sensitive, creative, emotional, peaceful, and honest. I've been that way ever since birth, when I was called 503.
        I stand in line behind my friend, Blue. It's a pretty common name. To make it easier to tell people with the same names apart, we sometimes add our birth name to our own name. For instance, I am Blue 503. My friend is Blue 502. He was born in the BirthRoom next to mine, one minute before I came into the world.
        Behind me is Yellow 504. The Seniors are almost done getting their meal, way up at the front of the line. Brown 450, who just became a Senior, gets his food and heads to the dining area. Orange 460, the oldest Adult - and therefore the first of the Adult section of the line - steps up to the machines and receives his food. Luckily, most of the Adults have jobs, so they get their meals in the Career Buildings. Only the jobless Adults eat food with the Seniors and Juniors. The Adult line is over, and Turquoise 490 accepts his meal.
        Soon it is my turn. I grab the metal plate, and it recognizes my fingerprints. Out of the TraitFood dispenser comes a steaming pile of navy blue goop. I step forward. A few royal blue pills pop out of the VitaminFood dispenser and clatter on my plate. Next is the TasteFood dispenser. I take a metal cup from the stack next to it, and out of the TasteFood dispenser shoots a stream of cold pale blue liquid.
        In the distance is the Blue Class Table. A bronze pole protrudes from the tabletop and waves a sapphire blue flag that depicts the Blue Class Crest - a bear surrounded by calm waves and clouds.
        Blue 502 waves from the table. I speed-walk over and slide into the seat next to him.
        He's pretty much the model Blue Pupil - every quality that Blues are supposed to have, he has. He's sensitive, loyal, creative, honest, peaceful, emotional, and even-tempered. He has never disobeyed a single Blue rule in his life. He even looks like he's a Blue Pupil - his eyes are a deep blue, his hair is soft, brown, and wavy, and his gait is even and laid-back.
        Blue 502 flicks his bangs out of his face. He's got his usual warm smile on. "Wonderful morning," he says, winking.
        I nod. "Yes. Good morning to you, too." I pinch my nose shut, toss the blue pills in my mouth, and swallow them with a sip of my drink. I can already start to feel the pills working their magic - I immediately feel brighter and more alert. They don't call it the VitaminFood dispenser for nothing.
        I wave my hand over the lump of goo, feeling its temperature. It's now cool enough to eat, so I shovel it in my mouth and quickly swallow. Nevertheless, it still leaves a greasy feeling in my mouth. I gulp down the rest of my drink, which washes away the oily texture and leaves behind a pleasant blueberry taste.
        Blue 480, the Blue Teacher, stands up. Everyone else at the table does, too. We follow him to the Cleaner, where he slips his dishes into the slot. We do the same, listening to the sucking sound as they're vacuumed clean. Blue 480 motions for us to follow him to the Blue Building, where Class will be held. We each walk through the shiny metal doors and into the cool air of the Classroom.
        It's time for Class to begin.