[ WP ] In the future everybody has an addiction in some form that fuels them and keeps them happy . As a punishment for crimes people are given a `` watered down '' version of their addiction that barely keeps them alive until they have served their time . What story you got for me ?


 What did I do? 
 
 What DID I do?! 
 
 My hands shake so fiercely that I can barely pop the little red pill out of its blister packet. My body is on fire from the inside out. My head points with more fierceness than any migraine ever has before, more than any hangover, more than any head wound. 
 
 A lifetime of addiction. A lifetime of dependency on this stupid little red pill gone. Just. Like. That. 
 
 Why me? 
 
 Everyone does it. Why was I the one who got caught? Why only me? There were ten other people in the dusty old basement making trade in valuables for Choice, the local happy pill of choice. Only one person was detained. Only one persons prescription cut, no, not just cut replaced. 
 
 The stupid little red pills in the impossible blister pack are n't Choice. They're nothing more than a placebo. One that does n't work in the slightest and my body rebels with more ferocity than I even showed the Police as they stormed the stairs. 
 
 My stomach rolls and I am barely able to turn onto my side on time, as I am wracked with my third round of dry heaving in thirty minutes. There is nothing left in my stomach. Nothing left in my body except angry starving organs that crave Choice more than food. 
 
 How could I be so stupid? I could have waited. Could have stretched out my last packet a few more days until I could forfeit more funds. But I did n't. 
 
 Anything is better than this. 
 
 Send me to jail, the darkest dankest dungeon that smells of body fluids and rot just give me the real Choice. 
 
 Send me to the work yards where I'll work twenty hour days and have fitful sleeps and pitiful meals, just give me the Choice. 
 
 But the government is much crueler than that now. They allow Choice, much like they allow many other harmful yet equally addictive drugs, only because it is easier to control a populace stoned out of their mind and compliant simply by hanging the threat of taking it away, over everyone's heads. It is how they hide the state of the world from us. No one wants to walk down the street and see people laying curled up in the muck, or look too closely at the mud that is on their boots while trudging up from the Rue. No one wants to look too closely at what the Government is truly doing right in front of our eyes, that is why we become blind, partly by choice, partly by societal norms. 
 
 Hell, most of us -- my generation -- we were addicted before we left the womb. The banned history texts say it used to be frowned upon, purposely or carelessly getting infants addicted to such drugs; now it is encouraged. 
 
 The shakes are the worst. They never seem to stop.
