John never questioned why things happened around him the way they did -why everyone wore the same shade of grey, why every lawn was manicured to be exactly three quarter inches. He especially didn't seem to notice the small little detail that he, and everyone else in Meno for that matter, were always and without fault smiling, yet nothing significant ever occurred. That, however, was all about to change when a young, free-spirited woman ran into him at the Muni station. Who would have thought a stupid piece of paper containing a single sentence would change everything? A sentence that addressed a simple question that no one ever asked.

In a world where questioning has been deemed harmful and happiness comes in a little white pill, John begins to find his smile quickly fading, to be replaced with the one thing Meno feared above all else - a need for answers.