Hi. My name is moritz, and I'm an addict.
Do you know why they make you say that each time?
Denial, that's why.
For nearly two cycles, I've been living in denial.
It started with a free sample. A classical tactic, and I fell for it. Stupid, right? That what everybody tells you -- don't accept anything from strangers that goes inside your body.
At the start, I wanted nothing to do with it, but I didn't have the strength to just throw it away, or give it away.
It lasted three days. Three days of insane productivity, of short rest cycles, of laser-sharp focus. Of gym sessions twice as long as before.
And then, it left me. I felt down.
I wanted more.
I spent hard-earned Bonds to buy more.
I worked like crazy for the friendly ghosts, and occasionally they gave me some.
I searched the Ruins, and found some.
In retrospect, I must have been quite lucky. I never found as much as in those early days.
Then the stores wouldn't sell me more than one dose per 700 Segments.
The friendly ghosts stopped giving those rewards.
My luck in the ruins ran out.
But by now, I had acquired some wealth, and other adventurers helped me. In those two cycles, I must have spent over two million credits on my drug.
I have killed about thirty Ruin Rats, and exchanged the loot for three days of my drug. Ruin Rats is what I call them. They are people. What have I become?
By now, I have accepted that I'm an addict.
I try to go without.
At first, I just managed a few segments.
Now it's days.
Every time I give in, it feels like I lost the battle against myself.
But the particles curse through my veins, making me strong and productive.
Today, I had a relapse. I spent more than a quarter of a million.
But I haven't use it yet. I'm still trying to resist.
Who am I to fight the Chemist?