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WARNING: Side effects may include: hysteria, mental degradation, nausea, headaches, DNA damage, insomnia, and weight gain. Consult your doctor or physician before using Rhapsodix. Imagine the best feeling in the world. Is it waking up on a softly lit morning and knowing you don't have to get up right away? Is it eating a home-cooked meal made by your mom? Is it your first kiss, just like the ones they described in the fairytales? Or is it a drug that alters the chemicals in your brain to give you an artificial high? - Is this the real life? Or is it a fantasy? It started out as a miracle cure. A drug developed to combat depression without the risk of relapse. All you needed to do was pop this little pill each morning, smaller than the nail on your finger. But as small as it was, it was also loaded with neurotransmitters that induced happiness, like serotonin and endorphins. It not only returned depressed people to the regular chemical balance in their brains, but also made them even happier than they were before. But what happened when people without depression started taking it? - Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Not unlike the transition of Adderall, after people learned the effects of Rhapsodix, the drug made its way from the clinical safety of the pharmacies to the streets. It became the number one drug to use at raves and parties, or any time you wanted to feel an incredible high even better than weed. It gave a sense of euphoria unlike anything ever experienced before. Everyone was hooked and there was no controlling it. In the Early Stages, the government tried to intervene by shutting down drug dealers in various neighborhoods, but it was already too late. Just one dose of Rhapsodix was enough to permanently damage their brains forever and within the first week of government intervention (or, as they called it, Project (Rhapsodi)X), there'd been over 30 suicides. Studies revealed that dangerously low levels of happiness hormones had been the cause. They tried different methods, like slowly weaning people off of it and making them undergo therapy. But it didn't work. The slightest change in dosage sent the subjects into shock and near death. It was clear: if A, then B. If the drugs were taken away, then people died. Since they couldn't stop the drug, the government implemented what they thought was a brilliant plan. They incorporated the drug into the health programs and handed them out like candy. They even shipped the drugs off to people with non-profit organizations for them to distribute to the less fortunate. Best part was, the drugs cost a dime a dozen which made it cheap for them to give in return for gratitude and respect. After all, they made people happier and that was a good thing, right? It killed two birds with one stone, too, because suddenly drug dealers no longer had a market (coincidentally, pharmacies were overrun by hordes of people who needed their fix). - Open your eyes, looks up to the skies and see... For five years, the earth was an increasingly happy place. Then the teenagers grew up and tried to procreate. Oh, did they try. But it didn't work. The hormonal imbalance caused by Rhapsodix completely killed off their sex cells and everybody who'd taken more than 10 doses were impotent. That's when people started to panic. - I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. I'm one of the few million people left on earth who hasn't taken Rhapsodix. Coupled with the fact that I just turned 18 four days ago, there aren't many who are like me. As in, not many who were in peak breeding condition. There used to be more of us. After all, not every teenager is a drug guzzling addict. But the moment the government learned that Rhapsodix damaged our plumbing, they rounded up as many young adults as they could. At first, we had no idea what they were doing. But stories got out. Stories spinning tales like those unlucky teenagers that were taken were forced to breed together. We also heard that they were given a choice, by the traditional way or by in vitro fertilization. Oh, how kind, they gave them a choice. We didn't want to believe it, but it made sense. It got even worse than that, though. The government started slipping the drug into our drinking water and food, because remember, it only takes a single dose to get hooked. People who drank the contaminated water were forced to go to the government to get help. Panic can make people think of crazy solutions. Now, the only safe water is found in wells and the only food we can eat is the stuff we grow ourselves or find. Last I heard, it was working. Soon we'll have a brand new generation of healthy humans to save our race from extinction. Their numbers are small, but they'll grow with a few hundred years. That, and the apples someone in our crew found to eat this morning in a perfectly untouched orchard are making me happier already.
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