I spent a few months alone in a relocation center after my father died.
Eventually I was added to a new unit with two parental figures and a child.
Today, in 2247, every fetus in genetically modified to ensure that people are emotionless. This is said to reduce conflict. The mother is pregnant and starting the modifications now.
The father of the family discovered me crying over a picture of my birth father.
My real father always told me not to allow people to know that I felt emotion, and my slip up ensured that I be taken to a mental institution. It was miserable.
After a few weeks, I saw a girl wandering through the halls. Another patient, a girl with a real smile, kinda like me. Her eyes sparkled with something . . . maybe it was hope.
