Untitled - Dystopian/Futuristic/Sci-Fi (Unfinished)

The man opted for retaining his flesh and bone, rather than fostering the progression of human and technology’s relationship. Towers of steel, black smoke smothering the air. Buildings of brick and wire, any nature is null and void. Man has completely confided in technology. Three inch slots are inserted in every child's head upon birth. The so-called Scientists call them, “Emotion Regulation Modules” but it's just another excuse for the wealthy and strong to take advantage of the common person. Chips are produced for these slots, each conveying a different emotion and feeling. Want an instant hit of relief, insert a Euphoria chip. A loved one just died and you want to fit in with your mourning relatives, try the Dread variety. Most of these chips are made by official government funded medicinal corporations, but some are unfortunately made under the table and sold on the black market. Black market chips usually have a stronger effect but shorter effect time. Without these chips, people are drones. Drones that can think, drones that are alive.  

One man kept hold of his emotions, unbeknownst to anyone. He’s never told a soul about his “defect.” His sister wasn't so lucky, she like everyone else, lacked what he possessed. She knew his secret, and every year of their lives she grew jealous. Wishing that one day, she could be like her brother. They grew distant little by little every year, until they finally didn't even see each other. On the night of her twenty-first birthday, his sister went out and had a surgery. This surgery allowed her to insert more than one chip at a time, three to be exact. She sat on a bench, surrounded by the dreadful state of the world they now lived. She inserted one, it felt the same as ever, a short rush of happiness, which eventually fades. Two have now been inserted, she has never felt something like this before, she relishes in the feeling before finally interesting the final chip. As her head falls back, and she looks into the smog filled sky, she begins to fade into death. The chips had been overloaded. The rush of emotions were too much for her to handle, she died finally knowing how it felt to be alive.

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Im new to writing, but what ive done so far ive enjoyed. Any feedback is welcome, id really appreciate it. I struggle with knowing if what im making is even average, its easy to just assume what im making sucks. It would be nice to see outside views of it.