Feel Good

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
feeling good isn't always what you think it is.

Submitted: September 12, 2009

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FEEL GOOD
Sharon was reaching maturity in her life. She had a successful life balancing her job as a publisher of a popular magazine with her family obligation and had succeeded in both.
She lived in a large modern home and her two daughter and her son were now grown up and leading relatively happy lives of their own.
Two years ago her husband had died in a car crash and though her family had supported her at first, after two years of depression the strain was affecting everybody.
“Why doesn’t she get over it? My god it’s been two years now”. Sharon sought psychological help, she began to have consultations and psychoanalysis, but as the years passed her condition deteriorated. Sharon would now walk around in an untidy house which reflected her state of mind and could often be seen wearing scruffy and dirty clothes. The house began to smell, and Sharon lost all interest in her personal appearance.
Finally out of desperation the doctors offered Sharon an experimental treatment and she agreed. They implanted a small probe, which had an electric charge that could be regulated, into her amygdale.
When she awoke from the operation her depression was gone. She was so happy, crying and laughing and bursting out of her skin “This is me” she said “this is the person I was, I am back to normal”.
The doctors monitored her and began writing scientific papers about the radical success they had with this treatment. On the internet and through scientific magazines, publications and articles, many Neurologists and Psychiatrists became interested in this new treatment and soon other manic depressants were having the implant. Results were always the same, they felt cured and their lives were worth living again.
The patients had a dial they could use to turn the charge on the probe up or down but they discovered when they turned it down life became a drudgery, so they just left in turned on and often on high. They were happy doing the dishes and cleaning the house, digging in the garden or working in the office.
Soon the surgery for the implant was simplified and they could implant it in half an hour, and then fifteen minutes. The patient didn’t even have to go to hospital, it could be done in a doctors surgery. More and more people were implanted, even a few troublesome children were implanted. The results were always the same, the recipient felt like they were alive some of them for the first time.
Sharon had had the implant for twenty years now, her publishing business was booming and all three of her children now also had implants. She couldn’t be happier.
Those crazy people running around on the news making such a fuss. Worrying how many people were being implanted, saying things like it wasn’t right, god meant for us to suffer and life didn’t have any meaning without suffering. What crazies, most people had implants now, wealthy people, upright and hard working people, politicians, generals and world leaders. As more and more people were implanted crime decreased, productivity went up and society prospered.
She just couldn’t understand why these anti social criminals were rioting and smashing public buildings, disobeying the law, abusing the police, all over a political bill being discussed in parliament over whether or not criminals and psychologically disturbed people should be forcefully implanted with the probe. Of course they should, every one of them that had been implanted stopped their criminal behavior and became productive members of society.
When the fighting broke out her son joined the militia and hunted down the dissidents, agitators, malcontents and no hopers. Sharon watched the massacre of the dissidents on tv. she thought good now we can get on with our lives, there was country wide jubilation. The last few dissidents were dragged to a shop front and lined up. The soldiers were smiling and talking as they were executed. Sharon thought it was funny how some of them had begged.
Sharon and the rest of the family were enjoying dinner at her daughter in laws new home when they received the news that John, her son, had been killed in the last assault on the abnormals. Imagine, they had not wanted to be implanted.
They were all happy that John had died for a good cause and for the betterment of society. Sharon was glad to be herself, she activated her elife and invoked the probe control, she tried to increase the charge but it was set to maximum already.
When Sharon was dying with bowel cancer she never lost her cheerful disposition, at her funeral her family were glad she had lived a full and worthwhile life.
The wars started soon after that and everything ground to a halt. Supplies became thin and the batteries used to charge the probe became harder and harder to get.
Helens battery had run out several days ago, the feelings of oppression and failure, hopelessness and despair were as new and frightening to her as if the devil had escaped from hell and appeared in front of her. After two more days she blew her own brains out.
More and more people were committing suicide but command kept on fighting. They felt sorry for those poor people and understood what the problem was, but they had plenty of batteries.


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