“I miss pills. Each one fixed somethin’ what ailed ya.”

“But this is easier, ya see? I got the high blood pressure, but now I don’t have to think about it. I eat what I want.”

“Sure, but I don’t have the HBP, why should it get a dose of that stuff?”

“Ta keep ya from getting it, ya moron. This takes the work outta yer hands.”

“Takes the choice out too?”

“Choice ta be dead?”

The meditank slipped past them, spraying a fine pink mist over their bodies and homes, finding every crack, keeping them all safe and healthy.

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