promises
Description
Can human emotions be erased?
Foreword
The man standing center ran a hand over his face, closing his eyes and letting out another long, exasperated sigh. The woman to his left checked her notes, shaking her head and mumbling, “There’s something we’re missing. Drug 887 works, initially. It can completely erase any notion of love, the flaw is in the contact.”
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Eighty-seven watched carefully as the white wall slid away and she could see into another metallic room, identical to the one she’d come from. She counted down from ten before someone stepped through the opening and looked directly at her. He was tall, with his blonde hair slicked back like hers and dressed in all white, also as she was. Only, on his collar was the number Eighty-eight. She gulped, reaching subconsciously for her own neckline and covering her number. She wondered if he was given the same instructions, only directed at her. From the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw set, she could only assume it was true. Still, there was something very unthreatening about this Eighty-eight. She felt a manufactured and instructed sense of fear in her stomach, but nothing was truly menacing about Eighty-eight.
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