Thursday, April 29, 2010


“Hey. Hey! Psst.” Ebbers snapped his fingers in front of 1.03-A’s eyes. The youth blinked languidly, but made no response.

“It seems to be a constant no matter what the mix,” said Ricker, punching notes into her palmtop. “Once they reach a certain level of enhancement, they just sit and stare. And lower dosages aren’t significantly different from the effects of a good night’s sleep and an energy drink.”

“The curves… everything flows…”

“Maybe we’re going about this the wrong way,” Ebbers said. “Maybe we should just market it as recreational.”

“Everyone wants to be a genius,” Ricker said thoughtfully.


Donna Hole said...

Can I get some of that. Sleep eludes me.


Friko said...

What a brilliant idea!
I've come over while bloghopping and got stuck
I scrolled back for a few stories and found lots of interest.

Scattercat said...

Hyperintelligence as sleep aid? :-D


Nice to meet you, Friko! There's a year and a half of archives, so hopefully you'll enjoy yourself. I don't recommend trying to read them all in one go, though. (Talk about sleep aids, hoo.)