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When Midvale’s mayor ceremoniously signed the Emotional Consistency Registration Act last Tuesday, residents half-expected fireworks or a dignified speech. What they got instead was an army of municipal auditors wielding clipboards and emotion-detecting headbands. By midnight, the entire town was awash in panic and pastel-colored mood bands.
The new law requires every adult citizen to declare their emotional state twice daily-once before sunrise and again at sunset-using one of the city’s seven certified feelings: elation, tranquility, determination, nostalgia, curiosity, apprehension, or existential bafflement. Those who fail to register within the official mobile app’s ten-minute window risk fines, which start at three Midvale Bucks and escalate to community service in the Bureau of Routine Self-Help Workshops.
“This is absurd,” wailed Marjorie Kemp, a local librarian caught between nostalgia and existential bafflement during her morning check-in. “I mean, how can you choose ‘nostalgia’ when you’re still trying to figure out how to update the app?” She clutched a tangle of charging cords and mood-band instructions, her eyes darting for the nearest emotional auditor.
Auditors in sleek gray jumpsuits now patrol grocery stores, bus stops, and even backyard barbeques. Equipped with thermal sensors and patented micro-expression scanners, they can immediately detect emotional fluctuations. In one incident recorded at the Saturday farmers market, an auditor confronted Harold Jensen for sneezing mid-registration-interpreting the involuntary expulsion of air as a sudden shift from tranquility to apprehension. Jensen was promptly fined five Midvale Bucks and instructed to attend a “Symptom-to-Sentiment Conversion Seminar.”
Meanwhile, tech companies are rushing to fill the sudden demand for mood-tracking gadgets. Annual sales of “EmotiBands” have jumped 400 percent, prompting a shortage of the signature mood color for nostalgia-lavender. Online auctions for pre-owned lavender bands soared to hundreds of Midvale Bucks, and a black market has emerged, trading counterfeit bands capable of disguising panic as elation.
Not everyone is playing by the rules. A clandestine group calling itself the Feelings Underground has sprung to life in basements and abandoned print shops. They distribute homemade mood-neutralizing lozenges that temporarily freeze facial expressions and channel lines of philosophy-inspired graffiti on city walls, such as “Your Peace is My Protest” and “Down with Emotional Uniformity.”
At the center of the resistance is self-styled “Emotional Maverick” Dante Lopez, who last weekend staged a flash mob in the town square. Participants danced the Cha-Cha into random emotional declarations, shouting contradictory feelings like “I’m elatedly terrified!” The city swiftly responded by deploying riot-grade cultural coordinators to issue on-the-spot sanctions.
Local businesses have adapted in unpredictable ways. Coffee shops now offer “Apprehension Espresso”-a triple-roast blend guaranteed to keep jitters within the legally approved level. Yoga studios host “Tranquility Trough” classes that promise a 20-minute guarantee of calmness or your next mood log is free. Even the florist down the block sells “DetermiNations”-bouquets dyed in fierce reds and oranges to signal unwavering resolve.
The public library has become a de facto emotional command center. At any given hour, dozens of residents line up at the Mood Calibration Desk, clutching physical mood journals required for manual entry back-up. Librarian Kemp confessed she’s now issuing more emotional variance permits than overdue-book slips. “People need a form to switch from curiosity to nostalgia for just five minutes per day,” she sighed, stamping requests with a rubber duck emblem to indicate “pending approval.”
Institutional confusion peaked when the City Hall server crashed under the weight of simultaneous sunset registrations. Citizens nationwide tuned in to a live video feed showing a blinking red error message while a city spokesman attempted to reassure viewers that “several million-second delays” were to be expected. Hours later, officials announced that those affected by the outage would receive a one-time one-hour grace period-and an official apology note printed on pastel cardstock.
Even the local newspaper has been swept up in the mood mania. Its morning edition now opens with a “Daybreak Mood Forecaster,” predicting how the community’s emotional blend will influence weather patterns. A reader survey found that 72 percent of subscribers now check the paper solely to ensure they register “appropriate skepticism” before leaving the house.
As tensions rise, families have turned the daily ritual into high-stakes drama. Children desperately negotiate with parents to register “curiosity” instead of “apprehension” lest they be denied video game time. Grandparents quarrel over whether “nostalgia” still counts if you’re reminiscing about a movie you’ve never watched. Even pets are fitted with tiny mood collars, though the city has yet to clarify whether canine exuberance qualifies as legal elation or warrants a fine.
City Council meetings have shifted from discussions of pothole repairs to passionate debates over the need for an eighth mood category: “unabated confusion.” Councilmember Mertz proposed it last night, arguing that many citizens simply cannot contextualize their feelings within existing parameters. The motion was tabled after a two-hour filibuster by councilmember Singh, who insisted that adding an eighth category would break the emotional symmetry carefully calibrated in legislation.
Yet amid the chaos, a surprising silver lining has emerged: emotional literacy has skyrocketed. Therapists report record bookings as residents seek guidance to navigate emotional registration protocols. Local theaters have staged impromptu “Emotion Audition” nights where actors demonstrate brisk switches between “tranquility” and “apprehension” in under ten seconds, earning standing ovations. The annual Midvale Marathon is now preceded by a collective “Run for Joy” warm-up, with participants required to register if they cross the finish line in a state of existential bafflement.
As the Emotional Consistency Registration Act enters its third week, Midvale stands at a peculiar crossroads. Will the city drift toward Orwellian emotional conformity, or will the Underground resistance spark a renaissance of authentic feeling? Late-night sidewalk debates grow more heated, with residents arguing whether applause at public events should count as group elation or suspicious herd mentality.
Whatever happens next, Midvale’s mood detectors are ready-scanning, analyzing, and adjudicating every heartbeat. And if you’re reading this after sunrise, be sure to register whether you feel intrigued or outraged. Your choice may determine if you end up spending your evening making mood-correction crafts at the Bureau of Routine Self-Help Workshops.
