Being human versus being human

Last night I had a dream where everything was there same. The children went to school and acted normal enough until the bell rang. Then everyone was quiet. Teachers poured in the knowledge, they poured in the logic, they poured in a system of regulations. And the students just absorbed the information.

The thought behind this intention was to create a perfect human. A human devoid of hate, devoid of hurt, devoid of anguish. A whole generation was taught this as a social experiment. They thought the kids would grow up and lead productive perfect lives.

It backfired. These kids never learned creativity. They never learned to be innovative. They never learned pleasure because they never experienced pain. And oddly enough, the kids believed only the men could do anything. This social experiment, designed to create robot children, instead created living drones who could only do what was pre-programmed into their minds.

This is not life. This is not living. It's just existing. Am I just existing too?