[ WP ] It has become easy to artificially fall and stay madly in love at will through a simple medical procedure . What kind of relationships form ?

*No. * 
 
 The room went silent. 
 
 `` Can you please answer the question again?'' Dr. Mikael asked. The doctor adjusted his coat, hands tugging at the collar with force. Running his hands down the jacket, he picked up his clipboard, tapped the pen against the metal, and sighed. 
 
 `` Patient 14, please answer the question. *Do you love him? *'' Nurse Jones was fuming at the mouth. She wanted to be at home, with her husband. If this *tart* would just answer the fucking question she could be there. 
 
 `` That's not my name.'' Ryanna smiled. `` I said, I do n't love him.'' 
 
 Ryanna Elizabeth Miller was Caucasian, only 9 % of her genetics came from Sub-Saharan Africa. The Cupid Project had very little disappointment. Ms. Miller seemed to be breaking all the records, and in ways that made the doctors want to stab her. 
 
 They tried again. This time they went for the imprint. Ryanna yawned, feeling bored. She took on this project for the promised $ 10,000. It was taking too long. 
 
 She grinned when she smelled the imprinting. They had tried to strengthen it this time, lilac and popcorn. She did n't know how they figured out what smells to use, but Ryanna felt an almost euphoric feeling going through her bones. It made her sleepy. 
 
 Yawning, she asked what they wanted her to do. 
 
 `` This is going to end badly,'' Nurse Jones said, her voice low. `` Patient 17 has already claimed to be in love with her. How is this going to work out?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
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 Zachary O. Renaud. 
 
 Patient 17. 
 
 They were the last couple left in the study. If this failed, then Ryanna still got her money. But Zack? 
 
 Ryanna did n't know. It eventually wore off, the love did. But it could take months. The longest case? Almost three years. 
 
 There had never been someone like Ry in the project before, someone who resisted it. They did n't know what was wrong with her. 
 
 Amanda Jones had a terrible feeling, one that made her want to flee the building. 
 
 Turning to George, Amanda put her hands on his shoulder. `` I had a thought.'' 
 
 She moved around him, sitting on the chair across from him. Her pink scrubs whispered across the cushion. She looked tired, though her eyes were bright. She needed sleep. 
 
 `` Tell me.'' 
 
 George smiled at Amanda. She was the first person to volunteer for the program. She used to love him with a burning passion. It had turned into a strange fondness. George valued her opinion, she was one of the few who understood what he was trying to do. 
 
 `` When we paired Patient 1 with Patient 10, it did n't work,'' Amanda said. `` There is something to be said for the Triumph Study...'' 
 
 George looked uncomfortable. Perhaps he had suspected it all along. 
 
 Dr. Temple Triumph had been a sexologist at the Prime Institute in Madison, CA. He studied more than 10,000 people. It was when the drug was first being developed. George had been an assistant back then, a young doctor hoping to weasel his way to a better position. 
 
 Back then, the drug had been called the Eros formula. It was being tested as a new way to combat sexual dysfunction in males. A new Viagra. The liquid was even blue. People were excited, they wanted to take part. 
 
 Triumph said the formula would make `` men ready for round two in only seconds.'' It had worked well in the trials. In almost 5,000 males, their sexual disorders were almost gone. In 5,000 females, there was an increase in excretion, sexual appetite, and `` imprinting.'' 
 
 George remembered Triumph laughing about the imprinting. He had said, `` Looks like we solved the issue of monogamy.'' What sort of drug had a side effect of: sudden onset of monogamy? 
 
 It led to other studies. They tested the drug on men and women who said they were `` serial cheaters.'' They used it on new couples, strangers, gays, lesbians, heterosexuals. 
 
 When Triumph retired from the project, George took over. He had been doing a lot of studies on the idea of synthetic love. It was all chemicals. Like a drug, he tried to make people fall in love. This would save marriages, bring people together, inspire the world. 
 
 The issue was, the drug could n't fail. If he was going to get more funding for the drug, he needed to have money. This meant the drug needed to show great potential, in all people. 
 
 After-all, Franklin Rogers was coming to see the outcome tomorrow. He was a weapons manufacturer for the U.S. Mobile Chemical Unit. He wanted to see if the drug could help men become more loyal to their country. Liquid patriotism. Or maybe make the enemy surrender? 
 
 And all George could think about was how fucking Patient 14 could not be tempted. They had drugged her for several hours, putting it in her food, her drinks, into the air. She should have been willing to marry the kid by this point. But Zachary O. Renaud would be in for a horror story when he finally saw Ryanna again. 
 
 She felt only disdain for the whole thing. 
 
 `` Well, you know how in E12, you tried to make Patient 89 and 88 feel it?'' Amanda said, dropping her professional tone. She looked so tired. `` 89 was gay, 88 was not. Those two boys did n't want anything to do with one another. Well 89 did. 88 would have rather died.'' 
 
 George nodded. `` Yes. So 14 is gay?'' 
 
 Amanda shook her head. `` This is the thing... she was in the study last time. She wrote down heterosexual and we tried her with a female. P55 wanted her, 14 wanted nothing to do with her. She was also here for the study on early imprinting.'' 
 
 `` I was not aware of this,'' George said. 
 
 `` This was before you took over on the H-Sec.'' Amanda smiled. `` Doctor Renee was in charge of it.'' 
 
 Amanda adjusted her yellow ponytail. `` I believe Ryanna is asexual.'' 
 

