They always start out small. A microbe. A nanosecond. A slight infraction.
Genetically sanitized and specifically tailored to refresh your taste buds.
You are cooing to the world that there is nothing else quite like this. 

What you don't know can't hurt you.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. It is now my plus 10th turn at the game.
Walk-through the stock knowledge. Theory applications. Repetitive exercises.
But I still trip like tomorrow's insipid zeta-geek novice.

The rubber and plastic clicking of my artificial heart knows nothing. No rapture.
Electronics a poor substitute for the breathlessness like running up flights of stairs.
I called it tomato-red in its earliest recognizable stages.
Forgetting the basic point of fact, the maddening instability. 
Separation anxiety of childhood. The color-blindness.

There have been dozens of thousands of documented case studies.
But nothing compares to first-hand experience, the initial encounter.
I know hunger well but it has never been my friend.
Reaching out for one second too long kicked in the fail-safes.

The chemical imbalance. Endorphins and pheromones. 
Nothing stops the fall.

It's the getting up that hurts and recovery takes forever.

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