Shooting myself with another needle of cutting edge, my desire for the latest and greatest continues my addiction. Where's my IV!? I need more electricity. Without constantly being jacked in and distracted by others, Iβm left with the one thing I canβt bare to endure β myself. Who needs dreams when exist virtual realities of dazzling graphical effects, unreal visuals that Iβm actually conscious of. Screens dispersing artificial radiance bare all, but blind me from what's real. Google is my omnipotent god.