Emotions

          “Your Mother? You honestly expect me to believe your mother is the reason you’re here?” Her tone of voice was harsh. The kind of tone one gets when they can’t see the Joke and instead of laughter they spew out anger.

“Of course I do. Don’t you see, we are all here because of our mothers, or are you one of those Pat Babies Doctor Yepermint?” replied Narcissus calmly, like all he was doing was asking for the salt to be passed. He didn’t like showing too much emotion, Narcissus, if he could help it. It was his only concession to the San Francisco conformity laws of 2011. That was the real reason he had been incarcerated since he was ten, fifteen long years of nothing but a constant stream of men and women in white lab coats trying to make him want to conform to the rest of society; to the rules. Who would ever truly want to give up there identity and there rights to be free.

            “Mr. Frost, this is hardly the time for jokes. You are here for your evaluation; I might add, that if you fail this evaluation you will be sent to Sector Z to be cleansed. It would be most distressing for it to come to that, and my name is Yepremicen, Doctor Yepremicen.” Narcissus Frost just smiled a mischievous smile. He didn’t care; oh he didn’t want to spend fifty years in stasis being cleansed of all violent and sinful emotion along with free will, who would? Narcissus was just tired of what the world had become, tired of the constant fight to protect his identity, his freedom, his free will to choose his own path in life. Narcissus treasured his freedom to be frustrated, to be angry, to ripe some fucking guy’s fucking face right the fuck off if he so chose to do so, and of course to curse to his hearts content.

            “FUCK, FUCK, FUCKIDY FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.” screamed Narcissus in his head while he smiled even more broadly, showing every one of his pearly while teeth.

            “I know your name Doctor, but as you have told me before its to beautiful a name for my filthy mouth.” His refusal to pronounce the good doctor’s name correctly was really just another way to fight the conformity, that and Narcissus’s desire to see her get angry. He had only seen it once before and he had been trying to see it again ever since. Dr. Ani Yepremicen didn’t show emotion of any kind very often, but that day Narcissus saw her inner beauty that lay just underneath her hard ass exterior. She was always Beautiful, of course, her tanned skin, that was like caramel colored silk, her curvy pear shaped body, that even though was only 4’5” tall could fit perfectly in Narcissus’s arms. Her ample bosom that was just short of breaking the Feminist Law of 2012. There were times when Narcissus would catch himself staring at her; daydreaming about what it would be like to see her naked. Yes, the Doctor was beautiful but when she showed an emotion especially anger she was nothing short of gorgeous. If only she would stop being the government’s puppet, stop conforming to a society that should never have been created. They could run away to Europe together spending the rest of there lives together free of total control.

          “Mr. Frost, are you listening to me?” Her voice like wind chimes broke through Narcissus’s fantasy, bringing him back to reality with a gentle bump.

          “What; sorry I was distracted by your feminine wilds; please continue with what you were saying.”

          “That is highly inappropriate. If you will not be civilized, I will be forced to send for the collar. Now pay attention or by golly I will end this evaluation right now.” There it was, the red tint in her cheeks, the heat in her eyes, the Good Doctor was angry or it could’ve been frustration but it didn’t mater. She was showing the every thing he craved more then life itself.