Once More with Feeling
by Austin DeMarco
You are dead. Not literally dead, no, but you might as well be. You don't smile; you don't frown. You don't laugh or sob. But the thing is, nobody does anymore.
Three years ago, the world died. There was no warning. No one submitted a memo. One morning, everyone woke up and nobody was scared. Nobody was angry or hurt or happy or sad. Nobody felt anything but cold logic.
And the world is better off. The population has stopped growing out of control; hunger and crime have been all but eliminated. People are safe, maybe not happy, but... safe.
Trouble is, you miss your emotions, as much as you can miss anything these days. You watch old movies late into the night and try to feel how you felt when you watched them for the first time. You can't. You know you felt something, but the memory is intellectual, like trying to describe color to a blind man. It doesn't help you feel.