The mind is a private place? Not anymore. We're children, and when we're twelve, we're sent to live alone, isolated from the rest of the world. We all dress the same, all have the same haircuts (boys-- short and messy, girls-- just below our ears), all wear the same ugly gray shoes. We even wear the same color socks. (Of course, there are some of us who break that rule.) When we were younger, we were what the leaders called "innocents", the people who have no crimes, whose little minds were like a clean slate, until filled with the school teacher cursive of knowledge, of all we needed to know, the facts, the math, how to behave, and how to react to things. Just the things they said we needed. Nothing more, nothing less. In the past, as we grew up, things changed. We became the kids who stayed out past their bedtimes, failed all their tests, and took their parents' hybrid cars for a joyride. So the leaders made the rule, by the time we were twelve, we had to come to this place, just a fenced-off section of our world, and live the way they wanted. They thought we were dangerous, and so they brought them in. The mind readers.