A Vulcan Mind in an HIMYM World

Is it possible to live life using only logic? Is it possible to purge oneself of all emotion––through time, effort, and perseverance––and live life as the perfect machine? Think of the great, new world in the beyond, for then the emotional gooey-ness and goofs and social awkwardnesses would be obsolete. Interpersonal exchanges would be pointed. They would be intellectual and make sense. Things would be plain and simple enough that there would be no ulterior motives in a sly comment, a well-timed glance of the eye, a feigned smile or sense of interest.

Life would be easier. Yet, it would not be easier, for we would no longer be humans. There's the rub.

Dystopic books, through which so many philosophies and possible futures have already been explored, have proven that a purely logical society leads nowhere but to a corner. Mankind would be a machine race. Emotions are the things that define us. Not even Spok could purge himself of emotions. Yes, he was half-human, but didn't he once (and dear Trekkies, I'm a noob in your universe, so don't kill me if I get this wrong) mention that Vulcans have emotions and passions, but that the emotions are not close to the surface, like humans, but run deeper––deeper than even those of humans, and are therefore more powerful. (Poor Spok; he must have been emotional soup)

In the end, even matter-of-fact logic is ruled by emotion. Someone see something, he wants it, he finds a way to get it. Even if each syllogism, each tactical move toward that coveted king piece, were flawless, the initial goal was inspired by that first emotion: want, desire, at times greed. Girl sees a guy, she wants him, she needs to move the others out of her path; she maneuvers her minions around until she has him in her palm, making him dance. A man covets a position of power––king, president, superintendent of the local Best Buy––so he manipulates or sets up situations for the dominoes to fall in his favor. Someone wants to stay alive, so he doesn't kill himself by ramming his car into the oncoming guard rail. All these goals, clear-cut and simple, were wrought an emotion.

This is, to be clear, assuming that the concept of desire itself is an emotion. It is only logical that I inform of that lynchpin.