[ WP ] People no longer die of natural causes or injury . The only way to die is to take a medically prescribed `` suicide pill . ''

*'' Have you had any signs of physical illness in the past two weeks? `` * 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 *'' Are you on any current medication? Including pigment-phasers, psychocatalysts, and of course, anti-depressants? `` * 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 *'' What makes you believe Piroxin is the right fit for you? `` * 
 
 `` Is n't it obvious?'' 
 
 His eyes traveled past the screen projected in front of him, glancing at me for the first time. They moved from head to toe, drinking in my form. His stoic expression changed when his eyes met mine and in an instant, they softened and a faint glimpse of recognition was present in his gaze. Mutual understanding enveloped the room and the whir of the ergonomic air suspension readjusting filled the background. The invisible string that held his chest up, and shoulder and hips in line perfectly had been taut a minute ago; now it offered him some slack as he reclined backwards. 
 
 *'' Can you tell me about it? `` * 
 
 I laughed, `` Am I your first, doc?'' 
 
 *'' I'm not allowed to disclose that. `` * 
 
 `` Why do n't I guess and you, of course, continue to not disclose anything. Maybe you've only heard of it from a few medical journals, or the studies and surveys done prior to the drug singularity. Kid, I was there.'' 
 
 His string pulled his chest to lean slightly forward. 
 
 `` The hypothesis was that as the general population's health improved, as would relative happiness levels. For the first time, the entirety of the neural and physiological interactive functions were mapped out and drugs had been devised to do just about anything. You learned this in your med school textbooks, did n't you?'' 
 
 *'' While there was a reduction of depression, there was an equal reduction in reported happiness levels as well. The drug singularity caused ambivalence from every person it touched. `` * 
 
 `` What fine regurgitation skills you have! I could n't have said it better myself, I guess I always did sound better in writing.'' 
 
 His eyebrows pulled together while his eyes squinted closer, searching my face. He glanced at the screen in front of him and his eyebrows lifted. `` *Sir, I am so honoured...'' * 
 
 `` Irrelevant. I wo n't drag this out any longer. The facts are what you stated. Ah, it wo n't matter tomorrow anyway, for me.'' 
 
 *'' I've never heard of anyone experiencing it after the singularity. `` * 
 
 `` Why would you? We are rarely in need of your profession, what we are is enough. Mind over matter, as they used to say. We're satisfied, doc. Content. We have no need for cures. We could n't exist if we subscribed to them. The naturally occurring processes shall happen as they come. Our trade-off for imperfect physical health is the ability to *feel*.'' 
 
 *'' Then why do you want to end it? Your health seems to be impeccable, I see no reason to terminate. `` * 
 
 `` I am in need of nothing, and nothing more. Why should I continue?'' 
 
 His stare tried to penetrate mine, attempting to grasp my words and let them settle in his mind. But that was n't in his job description. He typed a succession of letters out, then from the wall appeared a vaulted container. It sat inside with simple white packaging, with the word *Piroxin* printed across the top. Handing it over to me, his hand lingered as I motioned to take the small box. His lips parted momentarily, but no sound came out of them. He retrieved his hand, and I nodded to him. He heard whistling coming from me as I walked away.
