Evolving Sleaze Bang

"How the pills came into being, which is how the contagion got started, is the subject of many stories. The pharmaceutical giant that invented and distributed the pills is adamant that the pills are only peripherally involved in the bad behavior that exposed the sufferers of the contagion to their death-scourge.

The pills are the source of the contagion. Years of investigation in which the lead investigators were defamed and even killed for pointing out this fact, was followed by the pills in question being declared the cure for the contagion caused by the pills themselves. They even began to be marketed as prophylactic against the same contagion. Statistics are sometimes twisty. 

And then it twisted. Some people, it was maybe soon discovered, if one can be sure of this, or anything, did not fall ill from the contagion, but gained from it such a profound insight that they perceived the entire architecture of the divine and found themselves quite immune. To everything in every perceivable dimension. They became very strange. So much so that it was determined that they were crazy, which was true enough as far as that label goes. This may or may not be so. Dare you think it possible? Because the very existence of the question begs the next question. It is the question at the heart of our very existence. If the path to the divine is baked into the creamy filling at our centers, which goes by many names, but which requires the fuse of matter, then why wait in line to be scavenged rather than claiming the high-wire between the stars? That’s for the doctors to say, we suppose. Doctors of things will declare many things about it until it no longer exists. Just like they make the contagion go away with the pill that causes the contagion. 

The contagion was a marketing bonanza. It spun out from pharmaceuticals to research to media to lifestyle to nutritional supplements to medical to medical equipment to legal to financial to unbelievable shit like auto insurance and jewelry—products. Products were sold in strata such that the consumers ended up being fed right back to themselves and paying for the privilege. Whomever invented the contagion on whatever dimension it was invented; it was evil genius released into an ecosystem created of, by and for evil genius. It bit onto its own tail and swallowed. Even a harmless seeming narrative like this one might have unknowable ramifications. Maybe we’re all breaking for the door. I yelled “fire”. Who’s side am I on? 

There is a place just beyond here, just at the far horizon where they wait. The spirits. They really are mostly just waiting. “What are they waiting for,” you ask. They are waiting for God and they’re in for a very long wait in which they will actually never look behind the curtain. When you get the contagion without getting the contagion, the whole world is like the DMV. Department of Mature Vampires. It turns out that vampires are essentially bureaucrats. Just like in the movies, they are undead and live on living death. Even their God is an expression of this head bureaucrat who is in charge of a mere anteroom of existence, but rules it with an iron fist and total ambivalence and a bunch of mostly petty rules that nobody really follows but the ones who pretend to while strenuously failing take it upon themselves to enforce those very rules on others."

This evolving text has many tendrils. We're not sure whence this one writhes.