The Cure
Welcome to the future. Take a seat and wait for your turn.
It’s the year 3045, and humans have finally succeeded in inventing a cure for the epidemic named ‘sadness’.
It is to be consumed in small doses, or the recipient will end up euphoric. So of course, the government has rationed it.
Men get smaller doses because they’re men, and being too happy does not go down well with the macho image that society expects them to project.
Women need more because they need to look happy with their lives no matter what goes on behind closed doors.
Children don’t need to start their doses until they’re five years old, as the innocence scale showed that they don’t lose their innocence until they’re five.
The doses are given once every two weeks, and if someone starts to feel a twinge of sadness coming on, they are to be detained at a detention facility where the happiness scientists will then attempt to find out if their dosage needs to be increased.
Two drops of the happy serum once in two weeks and you’re all set to stay happy until it’s time for the next dose.
Everyone’s happy. Even when they’re getting fired from a job or getting divorced or even being robbed at gunpoint.
The word ‘sad’ is no longer a part of the new world dictionary.And people now live in fear of being too sad or too happy. It’s the perfect world. The ideal world where everyone’s happy; a ‘balanced’ world.
So welcome to the future, take a seat, wait for your turn.
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