How wonderful a handful of pills could do to my reality! All it takes is an ample amount, and my problems would melt away! It sickens me to think about the days I wasted socializing. Actually facing the real world. It’s all a corporate propaganda to make slaves of the idiot masses! In the end, everyone ends up being used by everyone else. It’s a vicious cycle. Its how the world survives. It’s how the masses are desensitized. But I know better. I know what they’re up to. It’s a hostile takeover of the people's minds! They plan to lure us with this sickening, disgusting, false sense of good and beauty! And then, when you’re vulnerable, they hit you with the sledgehammer of reality! Strong enough, Loud enough, that your sense would be overwhelmed! When you’re in pieces, they rebuild you. Meld you, into something they need. Something they want! Something they could use to their own benefit! And what’ll become of me if I let this happen? Ill become... a marionette! A puppet, bound by strings. Slave to the puppeteer. The cold, unnerving, desensitized puppeteer. No. I’ll be resilient. I’ll be resistant, to these feeble attempts to consume my essence into the corporate machine. I will rage against it. I will make it rue the day it existed! And in the end, I will be the puppeteer. Nay, the scissors that will cut the strings that bound me and the masses to this redundant fate. I will be victorious. I will succeed. I will cry freedom.

I take three more. Whets that sound? Footsteps! It seems the machine has found out my plan! How could they have known? Unless... unless I’m already their slave! Yes it makes sense now! How could I have been so blind!? How did it come to this? I must’ve miscalculated, and they changed me in my sleep! No matter. I’m already in the system. All the more easier to destroy it! Aghast! Whispers! Not too distant too! Hell speak! These feral imps. They conspire amongst themselves. They must be devising new ways to torture me. Use me. Exploit me. Well, I will do my best to resist them, but now would be a good time for some espionage. I can’t make out their words...

"... Heightened paranoia, so we're thinking of doubling his dosage..."

They mean to drug me eh?! Fry my brain?! Leave me as a vegetable! An empty shell of a man! What the... a sound... of weeping? Do angels weep for me? Maybe the higher ups have given up on me... did god die just now? My chest feels heavier than ever... ugh, those damned machines! They blare like klaxons! NO! The demon in white approaches! Stay back! Unhand me! Release me! God, save me! Do I not deserve salvation? I fear I’m near my finish!