I rolled my eyes as I walked out of the auditorium. I had planned on walking home until Rich ran up to me.

"Dude, have you decided yet?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, Rich... it's a lot of money. I'm not sure if I should waste my life savings on a magic drug to make me cool."

He shook his head. "It isn't a drug, Jeremy, this is totally legit. I swear. I'll give you a ride home if you buy one."

That would be better than walking. "Yeah, I'll give you the money when we get there, 'Kay? This better be real or I swear dude—"

"It's real, trust me. I'll be right back." He went down the hallway, probably to his locker. So I just kind of stood around waiting, awkwardly. Like a loser. But then Rich came back, holding a shoebox. "Alright, lets go."

We headed out to his car. It was a sweat old Jeep. It was in rough shape but a cool ass car. Maybe I was just jealous that he had a car. I climbed in shotgun and began giving him directions to my place.

Rich pulled into the drive way, checking the shoebox, I guess to make sure whatever it contained was alright. "Do you have any Mountain Dew?"

"Probably... definitely some Pepsi, if that's okay?"

"Nah, dude it has to be Mountain Dew. Nobody knows why."

I nodded. He was weirding me out. "My room's upstairs, first door on the left. I'll be right there," I said, heading to the kitchen to search for Mountain Dew. I found a two liter and following Rich up the stairs.

I lifted up the side of my mattress. The dumbest place to store money, but I had almost eight hundred bucks saved up and I quickly pulled out the six that Rich wanted.

He grinned, shoving the bills in his pocket. Then he opened the shoebox and pulled out a grey pill about the size of a Tic Tac. "Take it with the soda."

I gave him a weird look and took it.

"It takes a minute to activate... hella painful. But it's worth it." He looked at his phone. "Dude, I gotta go. See ya at school."

I heard him head down the stairs and heard his car drive off.

Nothing was happening. Part of me decided Rich was scamming me. I'm stupid. I just wasted six hundred bucks on a Tic Tac.

That list of reasons I'm a failure continues to grow.

Suddenly my head felt like it was exploding. I gasped, collapsing to the floor. "Son of a bitch," I groaned, twitching.

Accessing: Muscle Memory
Accessing: Nervous System
Accessing:  Neuro Functions

Target Female: Inaccessible

Jeremy Heere, welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Your SQUIP.