In the poverty-stricken neighborhoods of Los Angeles, the orange glow of the setting sun cast its light on dilapidated buildings, reflecting the hurried movements of people on the streets. Miles Johnson, a 30-year-old African American, stood in a narrow alley, gazing at the impoverished streets beneath the evening sun. He was once a part of this slum, a young man entangled by addiction.
Family was once his warm sanctuary. In a struggling household, his parents silently worked to make ends meet, but the weight of life's struggles made it challenging to escape poverty. His two younger sisters were the most precious beings in Miles' life. Despite the grip of poverty, an unbreakable bond of love formed between them.
However, when addiction silently crept in, the family plunged into silent terror. When Miles turned eighteen, unable to resist the invasion of drugs, tragedy spread within the family. In a fit of uncontrollable rage during an episode, he dragged his parents and two sisters into an endless abyss of darkness.
He became a criminal, sentenced to life imprisonment. Yet, a medical breakthrough offered him a new opportunity. A medical company introduced an experimental project promising to cure addiction. Miles was chosen to be a part of this experiment, becoming a participant in this medical revolution.
On the operating table, he underwent a mysterious and risky implant surgery, receiving a medical product known as the "Pill of Destiny" implanted within him. In that moment, his life was destined for a tremendous change.
After the implantation of the medical product, Miles' life took on a new radiance. The once uncontrollable addiction seemed insignificant in the face of this miraculous technology. His mind became calm and clear, no longer enslaved by the irresistible urge. This anti-addiction effect not only granted Miles his freedom back but also turned him into a living proof of the medical company's success—a living, breathing success story.
Capitalizing on Miles' case, the medical company molded him into the spokesperson for their anti-addiction product. Major media outlets reported extensively, propelling the medical company to its peak. Countless people began to pay attention to this seemingly miraculous technology, seeing it as the solution to addiction. Miles became the embodiment of the triumph over addiction technology, his story touching the hearts of many and bringing immense prestige to the medical company.
However, despite gaining recognition in society, there were still skeptics online. Miles' criminal background, especially his experience of causing his family's death during a drug-induced episode, became a weapon for some to attack him. While these voices seemed insignificant in the medical company's promotional campaigns, Miles knew that his past could not be ignored.
Nevertheless, this did not hinder the support the medical company provided him. His achievements became an outstanding representation of medical technology, and his story brought hope to countless individuals trapped in the quagmire of addiction. After undergoing several addiction tests, Miles received the medical company's support for reduced sentencing.
Ultimately, in his thirtieth year, Miles Johnson successfully walked out of prison, stepping once again onto the land of freedom. This time, he was no longer a criminal ensnared by addiction but a miracle of medical technology—an advocate for successful addiction recovery, reborn.
After a day of intense media interviews, the lights at Miles' home appeared exceptionally soft. He quietly returned to that seemingly forever quiet home, preparing a simple dinner for himself. Subsequently, he moved like lightning, immersing himself in household chores, each action carrying a silent anxiety, as if trying to escape something through endless labor.
The media scrutiny of the day seemed to have left his inner self unsettled. Despite the household chores, Miles couldn't find a moment of tranquility. He embarked on a series of meticulously designed exercises, attempting to revitalize his exhausted body through self-challenges. However, as time passed, it gradually pushed him to the limits of his physical endurance, and eventually, he reluctantly sat down on the floor.
After a few minutes of rest, his gaze shifted to the corner of the room, where a technologically advanced chair was placed. After a moment of hesitation, he stood up, shuffling towards that corner. Various instruments and buttons on the chair shimmered with a mysterious glow in his eyes.
As he sat in the chair, his fingers gently touched the surface of the instruments. After a series of practiced movements, he found a button labeled "8". Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became eerie and tense.
In an instant, his face contorted, pupils contracted, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips. Every muscle in his body tightened, veins protruding. The scene resembled a rabid dog in heat, reveling in some indescribable pleasure while seated in the chair.
On the chair, Miles experienced a cycle of heaven and hell. This so-called "medical product" forcibly suppressed his once dreadful addiction. However, the cost was releasing waves of suffocating ecstasy after work, to alleviate the sustained discomfort that had been suppressed. Yet, after each breath-taking pleasure, came unbearable symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, hallucinations, visions, and convulsions, leaving him struggling between extreme pleasure and intolerable agony.
This day was no exception. After experiencing heavenly ecstasy, Miles' body began to plunge into hellish torment. Chaotic hallucinations surged in his mind, feeling as if he were immersed in boundless darkness. Sudden nausea and severe dizziness made it almost unbearable. In the hallucinations, he could seemingly hear evil whispers, and the surrounding environment became distorted and eerie.
Suddenly, his countenance contorted, pupils constricted, and the whites of his eyes appeared. A morbid smile surfaced on his face, muscles throughout his body tensed, veins protruding. The scene resembled a dog in heat, intoxicated with some unspeakable pleasure while seated in the chair.
Miles underwent a cycle of heaven and hell on the chair. This so-called "medical product" forcibly suppressed his once formidable addiction, but the cost was that after work, he had to release waves of suffocating ecstasy to alleviate the sustained discomfort. However, after each breath-taking pleasure, there were unbearable symptoms—dizziness, nausea, hallucinations, visions, convulsions—leaving him struggling between extreme pleasure and intolerable agony.
This day was no exception. After experiencing heavenly ecstasy, Miles' body began to plunge into hellish torment. Chaotic hallucinations surged in his mind, feeling as if he were immersed in boundless darkness. Sudden nausea and severe dizziness made it almost unbearable. In the hallucinations, he could seemingly hear evil whispers, and the surrounding environment became distorted and eerie.
As he struggled to cope with this deep-seated fear, the room's lights gradually became blurry. His body spasmed, a pained expression frozen on his face. Mechanical sounds emanated from the chair, as if it were silently narrating a tragic story.
Miles' body eventually slumped in the chair, his face pallid as paper. The spark of life grew distant amid a series of torments; he bid farewell to this world with a contorted body. The instruments beside the chair flickered intermittently, seemingly witnessing the interchange between angels and demons. Once the globe-trotting spokesperson for the medical company, Miles found ultimate tranquility between the extremes of pleasure and the abyss.