[Test finalized, emotion: joy, 100% emotion disorder]
The screens are still flashing. No words, no clear verdict.
The old man slowly approached Roum's study, his hands clasped behind his back, observing the display as if reading an ancient text.
- A rare case, he finally murmured, you will be perfect for this role.
- Did he fail? asked a voice in the room.
- Let's say... he passed the test. A troubled emotion... Interesting, very interesting.
A shiver ran through the ranks, even the men in gray had lowered their voices.
- Let him join "this team" and share the others. The rest of the sorting continues.
Ela hadn't moved, she was still staring at me.
We didn't even have time to exchange a single word before I was dragged out of the selection room.
- But wait…., struggling
- Come on, don't waste my time, said the man in gray.
What could I have done to him that he didn't like me in particular?
I had been put aside from the others selected, and just a few minutes later the same voice as when we arrived, resounded
"end of selection of candidates for the position "EMOTIONAL""
The selected candidates were gathered in this same secondary hall.
The layout was completely different from what we had seen at the entrance: circular platforms suspended by cables, yellow neon lights on the walls, and in the center, a floating luminous platform.
A man in gray, younger than the others, stepped onto the stage.
- You survived the "pit", you passed the emotional test, now…. You are no longer trash but NUMBERS, with an eloquent and captivating voice. From the future "EMOTIONAL" I expect excellence from you
- "Figures?" someone whispered.
- You will be grouped by importance, each squad will contain one of each primary emotion, six per team
He lifted his tablet and read a few more words.
- By protocol, for the moment the purest emotion will be the provisional leader, but know that only a "joy" can retain this title.
Protests were heard in the room.
- But I am a "joy", I am not 100%
- Didn't they get 100%?
- Shut up, you're still alive. That's already a privilege. shouted this candidate, the second to come out, a straight and imposing appearance, long locks of hair but frowning brows.
A digital wall lit up, names scrolling by, line by line.
Squad 17. Compartment C
- Joy: unoccupied
- Surprise: Ralis, 48%, No. 2 c
- Anger: Chetan, 100%, No. 3 c, interim leader
- Fear: Fiona, 60%, No. 4 c,
- Tristesse: Ela, 50%, No. 5 c
- Disgust: Leon, 80%, No. 6 c
- I'm not with her? Why?
Ela shook her head and waved goodbye to me.
- But wait, no no
She ended up with this second one, a little too pretentious for my taste and with a straight look. And why not me?
Squad 20, Compartment F
- Joie : marya, 50 %, No 1 f
- Surprise : izel, 50 %, No 2 f
- Anger: han, 60%, No. 3 f
- Fear: dren, 70%, No. 4 f, temporary leader
- Tristesse : seven, 45 %, No 5 f
- Disgust: Nael, 50%, No. 6 f
Then followed others and a final strange line.
- Affectation
- Team 00 - Omega Compartment
- Joy: Roum, 100%, No. 1, leader
Mandatory supervision
Observation constant
The murmurs resumed
- Is that him?
- What's over there? Omega
A voice rose
- SILENCE, from this day on, this "number" is your identity, forget where you come from, forget who you were, nothing binds you to the "pit" anymore, you are agents from above
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