"Drop."

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.