[ WP ] In a future where people are connected to a neural internet network , a man accidentally downloads a dangerous virus designed to drive the victim insane through schizophrenia like symptoms ( seeing things not there , hearing things not there , etc . )

( Part I ) 
 `` Hey Honey.'' 
 I awoke in a cold sweat. Upright sitting in my bed, I can feel the sweat beading down my back as I try to make sense of what just happened. 
 `` Lights On.'' 
 The lights flash on, my vision strains as I adjust. I look at the clock, 7:00am. `` Great.'' 
 Its been three years since I lost her, funny, you would think in this day and age where everyone is saying `` this is the future we've been waiting on'' we would have a better grip on curing cancer. I dont buy into this future thing. Ever since Psy-net has come online i've been suspicious. I understand its useful, given the fact that crime has never been lower now that they can stop it before it happens, but im not to crazy about the idea of thought-monitoring even if it ensures 
 my safety. Im glad Donna isnt around for all of this, she wouldnt have it, fighting tooth and nail to stay absolutely individual. Lately, things have been getting worse though.I think about her all the time, I feel like shes even around or I hear her voice. Psy-net analysis tells me its grief, but what does IT know. 
 
 * At the workplace* 
 
 `` Hey Dave.'' 
 `` Hey Bucky, how was your weekend?'' 
 `` It was good, man Dave you look like shit, you been sleeping alright?'' 
 `` Yeah man, its just those late nights, you know?'' 
 `` I hear you Dave, you know Francis? He is doing Neuro-coding down the street from Starbucks. He can give you an enhancement so you sleep better. Shit, Monica and I went and got an'update' to make things a little hotter in bed....if you catch my drift.'' 
 `` Oh yeah? Well thanks Buck, ill look into it.'' 
 
 
 
 I'm not one for enchantments, tried it once. Bucky is crazy about them. Endorphin boosts, Adrenaline surges, etc. I am still coping with the fact we are now all'connected' and we can now use 
 the previously'inaccessible' section of our minds via a visit to you local neuro-code office. The cold sweats have been going on since she passed... maybe I should consider it. 
 
 The last time I went was right after Donna passed. I was having trouble coping, I was fine for a week, totally removed from the sititution but then... then I swear I would hear her call my name... it does n't happen often but it does. Ah, what the hell, im not a drinker so might as well make life a bit easier. 
 
 
 * At the Neruo-code office* 
 
 I walk through the holo-door and feel the air conditioning kiss my face. Those doors amaze me, but then again I've never really looked into it. Just the day in and day out accountant that cant cope with loss. Nothing Special. 
 `` Ahhhh! Dave!'' 
 
 Ugh, Francis....or should I say DOCTOR Francis. He is such a prick sometimes, only reason I come here is because he is so close to the office and the tram is always full of `` outliers'', people that rejected Psy-net. Outliers are funny, they all seem like this is one big conspiracy to track your thoughts and market to you like sheep. 
 Sometimes I think they might have a point, but unless your on the'net you cant get a job....I would rather a job. 
 
 Anyway, Francis is about 5'10 and always smells like Fun-yuns and can not seem to grow a full beard, which I thought there may be an enhancement for that, I guess not. His business is super popular in the city only because of the cut-rate prices and the fact that the only other one doesnt have the `` under the table'' enchantments Francis has. There is one thing about Francis though that makes me annoyed the most. He always, and I mean always, is wearing those toe-shoes. I wish that style had died out a long time ago. 
 `` Hey Francis.'' 
 `` That's Doctor to you, bud!'' 
 `` Yeah I keep forgetting, considering you never went to med school'' I mumbled that last bit. 
 `` What can I do you for Dave?'' 
 `` I've been having trouble staying asleep lately'' 
 `` A whole lotta that going around lately. Your about the 15th customer this week!'' 
 `` Im guessing business been good then?'' 
 `` Booming like you wouldnt believe.'' 
 I dont give a shit. Just give me the fucking code and let me go home. 
 `` Hey Dave, what about and update on the last enchantment I gave you? Free of charge.'' 
 The last one didnt do shit, something to do with my Melatonin levels, whatever that hell that is. 
 `` What is it even supposed to do?'' 
 `` It is supposed to make you sleep you idiot! Ive been toying with code and realized that I had the dosage wrong to be delivered'' 
 Great, turns out my first enchantment was a test. There has got to be some kind regulations on this stuff. 
 `` Sure, as long as it wont kill me'' 
 `` Nah Dave, you're good. This is one everyone gets. After all, who does n't want to sleep better!'' 
 
 I lean back into what looks like a retro-fitted dental chair. The monitor buzzing about with what looks like hieroglyphs on the screen. 
 This is the worst part of Psy-net. The way it works, to my understanding, is that when you first get the implant they inject it through a wide bore needle. You can feel something 
 go into your veins, but the unpleasant feeling subsides. Anyway, they say it floats around your blood stream until it reaches the blood-brain barrier. Here the chip, nano-bot, whatever 
 the fuck it is, is able to permeate through the barrier and embed into the brain matter. You dont feel any different but now you can go about your life and get enchantments and what-have you. To'update' or get enhancements you just wear this helmet that communicates through it via....i think it was RFID. I try not to think about it since its all over my head intellectually anyway. 
 The machine buzzes, I get rung up at the front desk and I head on home. I feel more'awake' but I think thats just because I can breather normal air now instead of the Fun-yun laced air of Francis' office. 

