EmoticalsThe train is late.More Like This
Cramped in the station, I let myself sigh. Third time this week; the petrol rations must be affecting public transport, too. Nothing’s been the same since the Event.
Shuffling around, I try to find some space in the dank station. It’s dirty, this one. Rubbish strewn, the air cloying with the scent of old garbage and stale gases. A layer of soot blankets everything.
Moving to the back of the underground station, that’s when I spot it; a bright yellow box, clean, in stark contrast to its industrial surrounds. Emoticals is written on the side, with a cartoon smiley-face staring out.
Emoticals are quite popular. You put in a dollar, and they dispense a skin patch. They’ve been all the rage since the big pharmaceuticals found a way to chemically induce emotions. You can get all kinds of emotions these days; happiness, optimism, fear, even love. If you have the money.
I’ve never used one before, but what the hell, it’s been a whil