Since I came to work for “B.B.Utterflay” I became
an expert in “Procesing data”, aka: reading emotions. When I was a kid, I never
imagine a time where the essence of human being can be read like a prescription
ready to be taken. Like for example, I never knew love can hold such hurtfull
things. Now I know that everything conteins much more than the television and
the novels had show us. The way we feel can be explain with just a drop: Finally
we accept all the emotions that make our life the way it is, live in our heart,
to be exact, in our blood. That’s the reason we feel it in our whole body.
Since the truth is out, many have try to conquer a new kind of science, trying
to change the way we feel. Now there’s a new industry: We became the first generation
who sell emotions. When it came of putting a price on anything B.B.Utterflay
-or B.B.U.- has the leadership.
I
work in the first floor whichs means I almost nobody but they need me for the
process to work. What do I do? I heard people.
Let me explain my job to you: Any day a person (not
to be sexist, but mostly women) came to
see me ‘cause they have a problem. It means their emotions have reached a knew
level of awkarness for the people around them; offten an explosion of rage or
tears and they don’t have any idea how to stop it.
First of all, I make them sit on a chair, I give
them a tissue and start to listen the sympthons they believe they have. In the
meantime, I write notes on my notebook that I think can be helpfull for my
work. Once they have finish I ask them for a sample of blood. Then I tell them
to return the next day to receive the results.
There’s
a trick on this: The consultation is free. But, once they heard my explanation,
they never leave without the “solution”. A fine but yet expensive robbery: a medicine
that make all their problems disappear by changing the wall they feel. We give
them 100 ml of patience or love for those who hurt them, a little of compassion
for the boss who yell at them, a teaspoon of courage to confront the new
changes, etc. I’m sort of therapist, sort of pharmacist, an actor, a magician.
I read people hearts and use the information to develop a secret. Using the
algorithms of a machine I can reveal the composition of one emotion. I doesn’t
stop there. Now, I can reproduce the emotion in other person.
We at B.B.U. can
make a blind person feel the excitement of seen a rainbow. We can transform the
chemistry in their brains if we want to. But we don’t. We sell our gift or
hability to the highest bidder: The marketing, advertisements with the solution
for those stress working people, or that depressed teenage boy who finally can
get over his heart-break, people like this make B.B.U. rich. Apparently, all
people need to believe there’s no price to get what they want or an any case,
dont’ want to desire. People don’t wanna feel.
It’s a great business, a gold mine, ‘cause we know
for sure there won’t be people in the future who born without emotions. Or at
least until the effects of our “secrets” changes the life as we know it. Nothing is free, everything has a
side effect. Even the good things. There’s a limited time whe can change an
emotion until it became ours, it can’t be helped. That’s the part we haven’t solved.
If this become a regular thing in the life of some people, soon we’ll have a
world full of synthetic-hearted robots. A few months ago, I overheard a conversation in the
laboratory; a man came to see our superior ‘cause every time he supposed to
feel anxious, he can’t control his joy. At first, the superior laugh at his
face, saying: Wha’ts the problem, then? The
problem was, the man, incapable of expressed any kind of stress, urinated himself
every time he feel that way, always accompanied by a feeling of joy. It was sad
and pathetic at the same time. For the company, it was a risk. Never anyone
should know about it. Even if someone know, they’ll tell him it was only a
rumour. The truth was he had take the medicine for too long. There won’t be a
cure. Poor guy.
Since I knew about him, I became obsses about controling my own
emotions. A part of me wants to say goodbye to this job but another refuses.
Don’t think wrong of me. I’m not the bad guy here. I’m just a tool in a complex
mechanism. Sometimes I wonder where the hell I left my conscience but then I
remmember: I don’t make people sign for anything, people want to do it, I just
don’t say no to them. Am I fooling myself here? I know I’m guilty, but I can’t
stand the weight of that reality. “Never say no to an oportunity”, my old man said. The question is, what kind of oportunity am I missing here? Should I be
the hero or the villan? Maybe I need to take a taste of my own medicine.
Literally.
“A drop can change everything”
that’s the company slogan. A drop of blood, of feelings; a drop of life. My
life. The life that has become a
complice in a crime against human nature. I said I was a magician before; how
can I make these thoughts disappear? After a while you begin to
forget the main is a complex machine. It can’t be explain in such short period
of time. Life is all about proportion. Even when you ignore it. We should never forget life can't be explain with just a drop. It has to be more than that.
