You drink highly concentrated caffeine extracts like it's water. You know the Meth-Demon all too well, but you don't abuse it - you straight eat it's etherical infernal deva. Your eyes always bulge, red and sleepless, lost and pinpointed in a strange harmony of strung out noise - clicks of the hand in your head, guiding your every step... close-circuit relay, the Alarms speaks to you on an encrypted channel - Yes, OF COURSE! He's telling you what to do right now in fact...