Chronic Acquisition of Natural Rewards

November 1st, 2004

Sun-Earth North/West Hemisphere, United States of America, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Local time 0500 on a 24-hour clock and You are Melvin "Speedy" Stubank, Avatar of the VFP (Eccentric Decommissioned) Chronic Acquisition of Natural Rewards. You're a long way from home, Ship hasn't been in contact for days, and You're definitely going to have a seizure tonight if You can't regain proprioceptive control of Your drug glands in the next few hours.

Ah, memories. Sometimes You wish you hadn't intentionally ruined your capacity to make them. No, You misstated that to yourself. You should have said, sometimes You wish you hadn't had your capacity to make pleasant, accurate memories intentionally ruined by Ship. Which is You, Melvin. You're Ship. You're crashing hard right now and you can't tell but you're still bugfuck dissociated like way the shit to the wall. Ship's not out of contact. You're Ship. Just wait about eight hours. You'll be fine.

Whoever said that is definitely trying to kill You, or get you to do something while Ship's out of contact. If you can't get your hands on some extremely strong benzodiazepines by nighttime you're going to need an extremely large quantity of prescription benzodiazepines by lunch. And those dependencies are out of order.

1. You better go for the new potent shit
2. You can probably get pills from the pharmacy way faster
3. You are Ship. You listen to the voice that says the danger's all in your head