An excerpt from the Novel “The High”
Coming down slowly was never an option, it was never designed that way. It was designed to hit you and hit you hard. Riding on the waves of euphoria, life suddenly became clearer. That problem causing you endless stress? Sorted. Anything you could think of, math, philosophy, business: you became a master of. That was the selling point, and sell it did.
No one could have foreseen where it would lead to. I speak not of the disturbed times of Discordia, those annals hold a tale reserved for another time. No, I speak of what would always be known as The High, a society of heightened thinking, a society that on paper, was Utopian in its entirety.
A society that in reality, would willfully push itself to destruction.
All for that softened hit.