Feelings. It is one of the most out of control thing in the world. You can't always decide how you feel and it makes you do crazy or stupid Things. So they decided that it was time for the government to control them. To " avoid any accident related to feelings " as they say. It has been now 80 years since the Feelings Police has been created.

Every day, before going to the work that they give you at 18, you have to take a shot of a drug that " calm " your emotions, the origin of feelings. In others words it transforms you into a Zombie that is Not even allowed to be happy because he has just found a brain to eat. I grew up in this world of Zombie. People says that the Controler is for the best. They are only used to this "none-feelingsness" and emotions can't be terrifying when you don’t know a lot about it. And let me correct myself, they do feel a little, as the equivalent of a tear in the ocean but they do, a little. The Controler doesn't keep all of the emotions away. A quick smile can still be found on the lips of a Zombie that has found fresh flesh. But trust me this is nothing to be happy about because people now think that feelings is like a drug that you should never abuse of. " A very little is Not dangerous but to much is " is the kind of thing that is on everyone's lips.

The government has found the perfect way to make us accept this Dictatorship, and sometimes I wish I could be like them. But I am a bit different. The Controler doesn't work on me. I realized it when I was 6. Before this age the Controler is Not to strong to avoid any difficuties in the growth of children (how sweet of them). When the medicin became stronger I saw all of my friends become a little bit less human but nothing changed for me. I was still the same. I didn't know what to do. I tried to talk to my mother but they were some kind of distance between her and me. She didn't love me ; She had not enough emotions for that, like everyone else. So one thing came to my 6 years old mind : I was alone. And even at that age I knew that feelings could never be seen as good by the government. So I kept quiet.

I am now 18. They are going to give me a job today. The one that I will do for the rest of my life. They choose your job based on several tests and your results at school. Today is my final test.

" Please, would you give your identity " said the women in charge of the test.

" Gin 290410 . " Letters and numbers, here’s what they give you at your birth.

" Are you ready for your final test ? "

" Yes" I said without any emotion.