[ WP ] There is a drug for everything , and I mean EVERYTHING .

The glare from the LED's in the vending machine burned my eyes, as a looked at the chips. I scanned over each section; everything a man could ever desire all sitting neatly in a metal box standing no taller than 7 feet. The box buzzed, `` Insert two dollars, and your ID.'' My fingers shook as I was deciding on my purchase, as a large woman in red and black stripes grew impatient behind me. I finally worked up the courage and pressed the button `` D7.'' The woman gave me a look of despair as I opened up the chip haphazardly, with my chewed off finger nails. 
 The problem with the box is you can have anything you want. Your wants no longer have meaning as you always want something stronger and stronger, until there is only one left. It's like when you were a kid and you found the cheats for your favorite video game. The game was n't fun anymore because you felt everything there was to feel, and you became numb to the game. 
 
 I set the disk shaped chip in the slot, seated parallel on the back of my neck. I began to cry uncontrollably as the chip came to life.The woman's stripes were now all varying colors of gray. Soon I became numb. 

