“I might look into it once I’ve had a little more time to adjust.” I shuddered. “I don’t like thinking about what I was like.” That was the biggest understatement of my life, if not an outright lie. It wasn’t that I didn’t like thinking about it. It was that thinking about it revolted me on a level I couldn’t express in words. Everything I was vanished before the charm. The man who walked around under its effects was an illusion wrapped in an Arnold meat suit. It had my memories to draw from, but it wasn’t me. It was an addict.
