It’s for our betterment, it’s for our futures.

Human beings are wicked, but that simply is just our nature. So we quell this nature, our emotions. For humanity, and for the future.

Those are the words that swayed a nation, a generation. To upheave all we were, to become better. We severed our emotions, like cutting an umbilical cord.

A shot was all that was required. A thick needle with viscous red liquid, injected right below the base of the skull. It was mandatory of course, and many fought. Those whom wouldn’t move forward, were left behind.

The change was swift, war, crime, suicide. All decreased vastly within the year. It was a success, although non of us could enjoy it.

We didn’t know what we were missing, why should we ponder the past thoughts of emotions? When we could feel no more. But there was something that itched in the back of our heads, guttural and deep. Human nature clawing out.

There was a simple fix, a moment of reprieve.

With the right form, and enough time. You could request a chance to experience a certain emotion for a time. This was mainly used for procreation. It worked well enough, and simmered down the eroding thoughts.

This is what’s best for us, what’s best for the future. Soon this next generation will completely be without memories of before. When death and rage ruled, when despair strangled our hearts. This is better, isn’t it?

I sit up in bed, my wife laid beside me, her breath even. My hands shake, trembling in front of my face. I touch my fingertips to my cheeks. Wetness covers them, silent tears roll down my face. A pressure fills my gut, an awful feeling I almost can’t name anymore.

Fear.

It beats in my heart. I hear it in my ears, taste it.

I can feel, and it’s too much.