A man never sleeps , has never had to , and does n't suffer physically from this condition ... What would he do ? What would his life be like ?

I should never had said “ yes ” to the first white coat that sniffed around my place. But I was younger then, naïve enough to believe that he was heaven-sent. After all, I had met many who believed that no sleep would set them free to accomplish so much. What if I could contribute to this dream? What if I could help shed light on such a mystery? Imagine now a true life expectancy of a hundred plus for everyone, an extra third of life given back for free. 
 
 But when one came, so did many with professional jealousies. “ Please, please, ” they said, and I acquiesced again. Until I spent at least half my day tied to their machines. Prodding, poking, probing, providing data I would never see. I became just numbers to them, an eminent career that they could see. When I finally realized, I just wanted to be me. Apart with a dog, hell, even a wife and some kids. Not a part of their scientific machine. 
 
 But rebellion is tricky when you've said “ yes ” so many times, and a utilitarian outlook shapes so many scientific minds. So now I was psychotic, a danger to myself. I had to be committed, or I ’ d hurt somebody else. Really, I just want to sleep and dream myself a dream. But other ’ s dreams are now my reality, and I ’ m just left to scream.
