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TRACK EMOTIONAL

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Eleven centuries after our existence, a new world has emerged. All nations now live on a single land, united under one supreme god in absolute supremacy. But is this truly a perfect world? If we are all equals, then why do superior races still exist, while others are cast aside as societal waste? Divided by golden domes, each person dreams of becoming a “Perfect”, a being purified of all emotions and perfectly sane, a being stripped of feelings in pursuit of eternal life. But at what cost? That is why they were born... The "Tracks Emotional", beings who possess only a single, pure emotion, were created to destroy all threats that transcend the nature of our world. From corrupted emotions arise the “Transemotional”, born mostly from the Fosse, and driven by unstable genetics or devouring feelings. They transform into massive, uncontrollable shadows that relentlessly attack the domes. All they have are their dreams.
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Chapter 1 - TRACK EMOTIONAL

CHAPTER 1: The beginning of the drama

May 12, 3101

Administrative zone 01, ARKAT

Glass towers soared toward the sky like crystal blades, enclosed in this dome of molten gold. Luminous walkways floated between the buildings, carried by magnetic flux, wheelless vehicles glided silently through the air, and hanging gardens painted the city green and grace, a perfect city.

And yet...

At the foot of this splendor, in a forgotten alley between two polished alloy giants, a silhouette fled.

She cuts through the air at full speed

A young woman, tense, panting. Her torn coat billowed behind her, revealing a heavy secret. In her arms, a trembling little boy, his face hidden against her chest, she ran.

Her boots clicked on the metal floor, the neon lights slid across her tearful face. Around her, this atmosphere was so peaceful and bright, but she was fleeing into the shadows.

Above, a screen was playing a smiling advertisement on a loop: "Safety first, thanks to EMOT."

Meanwhile, the woman turned abruptly, nearly tripping, pursued by an approaching metallic rumble.

And in this dreamlike setting, the tragedy advanced discreetly, the legs trembled, the sirens moved away in the heights of the city, but she knew that it was only a detour, they would return

In front of her a metal well, kneels

The trembling voice holding me tightly in his arms

These were his last words...

-.. They're coming... . Roum I'm... Sorry Sorry Me.. I'm doing it for us.. For you, so that one day we feel the same thing... So that we can finally be normal... Sorry

Bursting into tears.

She squeezed me so hard I could hardly breathe.

 

– ha.. big sister.. Haaaa you're hurting me… . Let go of me please… It's not fun anymore… I don't want to play anymore… Stop Stop

Whisper

- They're coming... I have to do it... I have to do it... I have to at least save you

Before tearing out his chip with a muffled scream, and throwing it into the "pit" behind us

I was frozen, I was more confused, why was my sister, who was so cheerful by nature, behaving like this, holding me against my will, what did I do? What did I do? Was the only question that kept going round and round in my child's head.

Before that sharp pain could pull me from my thoughts, I felt a needle pierce my flesh, lodge near my chip in the back of my neck, then nothing...

Hi

Total darkness, buzzing sounds followed, intensified and became unbearable.

 

-HAAAAA.. AAAAAHH...… HAAA

AHAAAAA…. STRAIGHT LINE… AHAA

 

This twisting, head in hands, in a state of lethargy, convulsing, only the whites of his eyes were still visible.

Hundreds of images jostled in my head, blinding flashes that plunged me into various emotions.

I literally felt my soul dissociate. And my body floating in the void...

BEEP…. BEEP.. BEEP.. BEEP.. (alarm)

PUTAIN..HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...

BANG! 

Smashing the alarm for the umpteenth time

Half drenched in sweat, hair all over, sleepy, eyes swollen, stretching nonchalantly from his bed, making his movements almost mechanically, posing in front of the mirror of his bathroom with the dilapidated wall in front of a half-broken mirror, readjusting his smile like a simple everyday accessory.

- Roum please come downstairs breakfast is already served and the owner has come by

- Yes, I'm ready in 5 seconds

- If you want I'll wrap it up for you, I have to go, I have to find a job

- Leave thanks

I wait for him to leave before unpacking the stairs to collapse heavily on the sofa in the living room, if you can call it a "living room", staring into space thinking back to this dream that wasn't really one, before my eyes land on this pile of unpaid rent warnings

-Tsh… I almost forgot I was unemployed again

sighing, tired of this monotonous and colorless life

Living in a neighborhood where you have no more chance of winning the lottery 5 times in a row than of surviving, an apartment with spare rooms and exorbitant rent, literally society's waste,

- Let's go find a job

leaving the apartment, taking care to close the door behind him

- I need a job… HaaHaaaa.. I'll take the first one that comes along, pay the bills and get a loan…. Ai ai

Push

- Look where you're going

- Hey it's okay calm down

And there in front of me the usually deserted alleys... But there was a sea of people rushing in the same direction...

The grille for the "pit" 

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