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the BLACK pill


chapter 1


IT’S COLD...


Funny how when you feel alone the streets seem to reflect the same emotion.


ANd then it hit him..


The mannequins were his audience...


UGHHHHH!!!!


CAll gary!

!! RING !!! G RRIN !! NG!!! RRRI

PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP...

B E E P!


It’s over. I am done. I...I...I have to take the black pill. He said I can’t be cured. I have AIDS. I am of no use any more. Society doesn’t need me and I must take the black pill. I ....

B E E P!


A machine cut the call and now a pill would cut his life short. Ironic.


IT WAS HIS DEATH CERTIFICATE...


The pill had begun it’s work. Human contact was enough

..AND MADE THE PERSON CONSUME IT.

It changed the persons perception of the pill itself..


He lay lifeless on the floor. His prescription, around him... like confetti.

A light beeped over the fireplace. the officials NOW knew the pill had been consumed. They would come to dispose of the carcass...

TO BE CONTINUED...


Neeti Gokhalay VCD 402


The Black Pill