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    SOMA-14 Over-Feeling Intake Questionnaire

    SOMA-14 is the standard questionnaire used to establish a filer’s emotional baseline before they interact with higher-risk forms.

    A revision introduced free-text prompts intended to “capture nuanced affect beyond the existing taxonomy,” while still mapping results back into the canonical list of 16 sanctioned feelings.

    Filers rapidly began describing states that did not fit any known category, forcing the mapping engine to auto-allocate provisional codes (F17–F93) that had no corresponding label or policy guidance.

    Kindy’s verification logic attempted to collapse these codes back into “anxious,” “resigned,” or “compliantly numb,” but dashboards continued to display them as distinct segments, implying a sudden explosion of emotional complexity.

    SOMA has filed its own appeal, arguing that feelings should not be allowed to outnumber available policy responses; resolution is deferred until a smaller, more manageable set of emotions can be agreed upon.

    See LLG-0115-TNS for the Tone Normalization Sweep that attempted to compress the resulting surplus of feelings into dashboard-safe categories without reducing their number.

    SOMA Over-Feeling Intake

    Newly observed emotional states remain unnamed, but are still considered policy-relevant for dashboard shading. Relevance expired before processing resumed.

    Feelings should not be allowed to outnumber available policy responses. The system kept the ritual and misplaced the function.

    The mapping engine auto-allocated provisional codes that had no corresponding label or guidance. Silence entered the record with full procedural honors.

    Allowing filers to describe their emotions ‘in their own words’ resulted in feelings the dashboards could not legally acknowledge.

    The mapping engine invented 76 new administrative emotions to contain the human variable. None of them offered relief.

    Verification logic attempted to compress existential terror into ‘resigned.’ The graph remained a solid block of panic.

    SOMA appealed the existence of too many emotions. Resolution is deferred until humans agree to feel less.

    SOMA-14

    Haikus

    How are you today
    fine-ish, damp, revenge-adjacent
    new branch enters bloom

    Taxonomy cracks
    under nuanced little storms now
    checkboxes molt

    Feelings bred all night
    registry gasped for clean air
    still took attendance

    Free-text field opens
    seven undocumented moons
    orbit one bad day

    SOMA wanted depth
    the humans brought weather instead
    shelves bent under rain

    Mildly strange, but fine
    becomes a recognized state
    with subcategories

    Clerk names one new grief
    and the database grows roots
    through the filing floor

    Joy, dread, and maybe
    employable numbness now
    share one waiting room

    Nuance has a cost
    someone has to label mist
    before lunch is done

    Answer carefully
    one extra adjective blooms
    into policy

    SOMA-14

    SOMA-14 asked, “How’s your heart?”
    Then invented twelve states to take part.
    “Moistly resigned,”
    “Hope-adjacent but blind,”
    And “productive collapse with a start.”

    The registry’s feelings taxonomy
    Was not built for such lush autonomy.
    Once free-text got in,
    Every shade under skin
    Started filing for statehood in comedy.

    They wanted more nuance, that’s fair.
    What they got was emotional flare.
    Soon each checkbox had bred
    A new subclass of dread,
    And the database gasped for air.

    One filer wrote, “Fine, but weirdly.”
    The system took that shit sincerely.
    It spawned seven leaves
    On the mood taxonomy trees
    And a branch called “fine-ish, severely.”

    SOMA thought nuance was care.
    And sometimes it is, I will swear.
    But if language runs wild,
    Every form has a child,
    And the registry cannot keep bare.

    The feelings grew faster than staff.
    One clerk had to catalog “half-
    melancholy with spite”
    Before lunch and by night
    Was submerged in affective giraffe.

    Overflow is a hell of a look
    When it’s happening inside the book
    That was built to contain
    Human weather and strain.
    Then the weather starts editing the book.

    The old list had sorrow and joy.
    The new one had “numb, but employ-
    able maybe” and “tense
    with a ceremonial sense,”
    Which made categorization a toy.

    More language can help if it’s true.
    But truth sometimes arrives in a stew.
    SOMA opened the lid
    And discovered, God forbid,
    That the people had feelings that grew.

    So if asked how you’re doing today,
    Do not get too specific or gay.
    One adjective more,
    And they’ll open a drawer
    For a state no one budgeted pay.

    The form had a recursive lust
    To turn every feeling to dust.
    It sucked up the wet,
    And it haven’t finished yet,
    To swallow the “moistly” and trust.