The message breezed in the phone’s screen with a soft sound and a vibration felt on his hand, a hehe with a smiley face of an almost idiotic happiness provoking an unendurable question on his mind in the form of a murmur, what is funny about it, he anticipated; the phone, incapable of delineating the murmuring on his head wrote only the reply to his girlfriend, why are you smiling, that is an emoticon my dear, she wrote back, yes I know, I have learned about these faces, there are other symbols too, trees, cars, currency signs, my question is why did you use this particular smiley face, I was serious and there was nothing funny to what I typed, my dear it was to show you that I am happy with what you said, you should do it when we are together, I am usually tired from work and until I see you we have no strength to speak, me too but I still want to talk to you and hug you, you are a man, you want to hold the woman, and you are a woman and you should let yourself to allow me to hold you, what is this, he continue as he saw another emoticon, it is a face that blushes because of what you wrote, but I am angry and what I wrote was not a compliment, oh, I thought it was, you thought wrongly because I should have used the angry emoticon or the very angry that becomes a devil, anyway this is stupid, we wrote an essay here because we had no time to speak, why don’t we call each other, I have work to do she said and there was silent on the man’s screen, his finger trebling from the here and there hyperactivity on the phone and a sudden back pain appeared as he was bending over the text with his whole being: he shouted, ah, ah, ah, three times, and then the diabolical thought emerged, perhaps deriving from that devil of the emoticons, that there is no face to express this trisyllabic utter ah ah ah. He had the idea of calling the company manufacturing the smartphones and let them know; this is what he will do tomorrow, first thing in the morning, but, before this act of faith for the mistaken gap in the language created with pictures and faces from the company’s leading scientists, he will search the internet, every possible search related to these new ways of communication with the OMG, Lol, and certainly the faces and signs- and after many and many hours of inquisitorial investigation, with that silent voice in his head urging him, come on, you can do it, do you think that Sherlock Holmes was better than you, perhaps he wasn’t, why are doubting yourself, I am not, It’s just difficult to examine these emoticons, It seems that you are becoming a looser again, again, what do you mean, when did I become a looser in the past, back then in high school, do you still remember that, yes it do, said the voice and burst into a laughter whist the devil of the emoticons became visible, manifested brilliantly from that hell of yellow faces to which people identify their expressions, none actually speaking or communicating, turning them into bodies following a code, patterns, to have sex, to go out, to work, without even realizing that the metamorphosis has already occurred: they are the emoticons. The devil’s laughter brought forth a nightmare and he woke up terrified; a mission of a paranoid nature, when one alone experiences the truth of a new dimension, was orienting his body: he stood up, glimpses to the firmament, and said, I will save mankind from this evil. He smashed his new phone with a hammer because he has discovered the wheel, once again, that this device did offer many services as promised, indeed, except what it was initially assembled for: to carry the voice afar.
