LOVELESS SOCIETY

by : BOUZIDI Zineb (writing)
CHAHINI Ralya (script)
EL OUADGHIRI Kenza (artwork)

“Bound to never love”. I never felt this feeling. How is it to be loved. I’ve heard that you felt butterflies in your stomach, that you never wanted to leave that person once you started to love him, or her. Love is a spectre that once flew above the earth. Is there any point, or value to it? And honestly, what is left of it now ? 

I must say, pretty much nothing. We are bound to never love. Marriage is simply a contract. You are designated a spouse. Progress is starting to completely take control of our society. Yet, nobody can control our feelings, even if love is prohibited. And even so, how would we feel it when the occasion isn’t given to us. 

According to the article 42-10 of the law, “ocytocine”, the hormone of love, is to be eradicated from birth. “We are bound to never love”. Any form of relationship, involving love, between two individuals is strictly forbidden. If I were to enter a restaurant with a man, they would demand me a marriage certificate, or of parental affiliation.

If I was to explain it briefly, they control our life, so we can keep a glimpse of control over our feelings, which obviously is complete nonsense since they eradicate love from birth. Talk about a contradiction !

The government claims that love minimizes our efficiency, that it is the core of perversion, of pleasure, of satisfaction. Those spectres now are doomed to remain a part of a dark past. They took away from us our free-will, our reason and ability to be master of what we feel. They took away our control ! 

The only satisfaction we are allowed to have is work. Work, money is pleasure, comfort comes from this only and you are “bound to never love”, to maintain it. Work is essential, love is a threat. Science just proved to be in control of everything, and now nobody can contradict the claims of scientists, can they ? If love is perversion, then eradicate it. No love is greater than working, you must enjoy contributing to the Capital. Yeah, whatever you say…

If I was to explain it briefly, they control our life, so we can keep a glimpse of control over our feelings, which obviously is complete nonsense since they eradicate love from birth. Talk about a contradiction !

The government claims that love minimizes our efficiency, that it is the core of perversion, of pleasure, of satisfaction. Those spectres now are doomed to remain a part of a dark past. They took away from us our free-will, our reason and ability to be master of what we feel. They took away our control ! 

The only satisfaction we are allowed to have is work. Work, money is pleasure, comfort comes from this only and you are “bound to never love”, to maintain it. Work is essential, love is a threat. Science just proved to be in control of everything, and now nobody can contradict the claims of scientists, can they ? If love is perversion, then eradicate it. No love is greater than working, you must enjoy contributing to the Capital. Yeah, whatever you say…

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Some humans evolved, and the hormone of love, proved itself to be as persistent as ever. With puberty, some of us start to reproduce it, and it is very complicated to erase it well, but not impossible. I never felt love, or loved. My mother was one of the many state’s surrogate mothers, impregnated “in vitro”. Exceptions exist, and people do get married, but since love doesn’t exist, then pleasure is restricted and they don’t produce enough children to keep the population at an equilibrium. People are matched according to their jobs, personal interest and many other useless characteristics, to create a perfect image couple. This image makes the government happy I guess. How fake does it sound ? Not enough to me… I find it useless and I just hope to not be one of society’s “perfect couple” matches with some strange guy. Love is strange itself.

I bury myself in stupidity, superficial shows, work... anything to avoid being one of those mutants that can feel love. I would hate it to be one of those “love at first sight” types of people. How inconvenient ! 

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But one day, I discovered, love is a disease, and the weakest are to catch it the quickest. And, to my regret, apparently you can’t just avoid being loved, and eventually you just start loving back...And eventually, I guess that this repulsive attraction, you call love, will hit me. It was destiny, and not even science could predict such a thing. 

It was February 14th. I heard it was quite the commotion when we heard this date back in the days, when love perverted our brains. 

I hated this one guy. Hate...Hate...I don’t find another word to qualify how much my heart beats whenever I see him, and that I feel weak whenever I see him. I hate losing this control over me. Hence I hate this feeling that annihilates any last bit of control I can have over me. 

I feel like he knows it, and keeps it hidden too. I looked it up. Your pupils widen when you see someone you love. Oh, how cruel it is to be hidden when such a thing happens. I wish I was dead. How foolish it is to love...Love, am I becoming a fool for thinking about it. Snap out it !

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But one day, I discovered, love is a disease, and the weakest are to catch it the quickest. And, to my regret, apparently you can’t just avoid being loved, and eventually you just start loving back...And eventually, I guess that this repulsive attraction, you call love, will hit me. It was destiny, and not even science could predict such a thing. 

It was February 14th. I heard it was quite the commotion when we heard this date back in the days, when love perverted our brains. 

I hated this one guy. Hate...Hate...I don’t find another word to qualify how much my heart beats whenever I see him, and that I feel weak whenever I see him. I hate losing this control over me. Hence I hate this feeling that annihilates any last bit of control I can have over me. 

I feel like he knows it, and keeps it hidden too. I looked it up. Your pupils widen when you see someone you love. Oh, how cruel it is to be hidden when such a thing happens. I wish I was dead. How foolish it is to love...Love, am I becoming a fool for thinking about it. Snap out it !

I saw him outside of work today. His name is Christian….It’s telepathic, something connected between us. Although if we aren’t matched, we will never consider being together, loving each other...What am I saying. I must’ve lost it. Completely lost it…

Fool, that’s what I’ve become. Well, I don’t know if it truly is, but I’ve accepted this lov- i’ve acknowledged it. We started to see each other more frequently. It was dangerous. “ Bound to never love”. Easier said than done. I’ve started to see how shallow my life was. Sleep, work, drink a beer and here goes the frenetic automate I've been all this time. Love is like a ray of sunlight. But I can’t control it. I need him. His presence soothes my heart. I wished I could love freely, and not feel constantly ashamed and afraid of my behaviour, of my feelings. 

Oh my-I said it. I love him. I feel like I’ve just condemned myself to hell and damnation. Poor man, because I selfishly loved. I said it. I really can’t believe it. I’m gonna get arrested, and the only crime I've done in my life : to love. How unjust...

Love is so wrong, but in such a perfect way.

Ironic isn’t it. I was the perfect tool,the perfect indoctrinated puppet. Now I’m a threat. 

Although I liked it, my heart felt amazing... Love is wonderfu-

Love is...What is it ? All I see is a pure white light, but I feel stared at. 

Something is repeating “Bound to never love”...A shrieking echo that has shaken my soul deep down to its core… 

What is love, what is it ? 

But, nobody responded to me…

It was next to me. Lying in a pool of blood. An horrifying picture drew itself before me. My love, Christan...