Arin lay on his cot, Daydreaming about his dog, Reg. Reg had passed away last weekend and Arin was still feeling like it had happened a day ago. "You'll get over it." said his mom had said, the day after. "you won't feel anything later." but Arin still felt sad. he wasn't supposed to feel sad. nobody was.
Arin lived in the Chincz society and the Chintz didn't feel emotion, at least they weren't supposed to. but Arin did. he didn't want to get the operation. it was a painful procedure where your emotional output was cut from you, so you couldn't feel emotion. "Emotion makes you weak!" General Chaz always said. "Emotion does not make good warriors! STRENGTH DOES! WE MODEL SPARTA! THE GREATEST CITY EVER LIVED! AND WE WILL DOMINATE!" General Chaz was always yelling. General Chaz had the operation. his parents had the operation. but he didn't. people thought he was like the small population who could already feel no emotion. but Arin did.
"Arin, Breakfast!" he heard his mom shout from downs