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From “Zero Jumpers”
He had HIV-X. So what? Sum people cared about that sort of thing. Not junkies. They shared needles. Wasn't everything curable? Not HIV-X. It liquefied the organs of conceived offspring and otherwise exposed fetuses after a few weeks. On the streets, they called it 'Abortion AIDS'. Since it was self encrypting and decrypting and was comprised of what were often beneficial precursor RNA and prion strands, the disease could only be treated with early intervention. Sum people tried to cure him of what they considered drug-induced God psychosis. His social worker gave him an Anti-Bible and sent Vlad to a group therapy channel where he might get 'okay' with atheism, as the first of twelve steps toward his recovery. Vlad hacked the jack to hit his opioid receptors instead of his central nervous system. Then he built a virtual machine BIOS chip that overrode the UEFI protocol for the command network and got every user high. He spammed GODGODGOD... until they booted him. For the Incorrigible, the Law sprayed them with Rad-B-Gone and gave them radioactive materials to handle, sent them to space, or experimented on their bodies. You could be sick, you could be a junkie, you could even be a theist. But not all three if you wanted to stay on Earth. One strike was therapy. Two was hard labor. Three meant joining the Zero Jumpers.
Sum people needed a lure to bring the wounded disease-bags of old Earth to a certainly lethal altitude in service of productive humans. One inhabitant of Hawking was worth more than all the zeroes in Northern California―a moral consideration backed by actuarial science. When Utopia burned, many of the rescuers from Hawking received lethal radiation doses. It was the death of that ultimate piece of American engineering that served as the genesis for the Zero Jumpers. They needed a suicide squad of orbital trash men. So they quarantined the sickest zeroes off-world. Earth was infested with neo-plagues. It was World War IV: the microscopic war against and between nature and nation alike. A series of measures and countermeasures; biome versus organism versus species. Various strains of prionitis manipulated thoughts and emotions. One might manifest itself as innocently as a new-found cat affinity as per old time toxoplasmosis, or as insidiously as Wiccan fanaticism. Hep-Z was another rapidly mutating disease that needed quarantine. Opioids were the only way to defeat the anti-serotonin produced by the illness. It was only natural an epidemiological policy would match political and economic policy: conscript diseased junkies for slave labor. It was enough to drive a man to shoot up. Good thing Vlad knew what to do. He'd kept a private reserve of emergency opioid in a hidden dental syringe ported into his superior labial vein for just such an occasion. Any occasion really. Because the junk rebel would not depose what he despises, he prevented himself from being of use to others. It was the only political response left. Rehab was the victory of the State over the free animal inside each man. Government could steal all the possible ambitions a mediocre man might acquire, but they could never steal his craving for utterly selfish chemical pleasure. There was no political or religious argument that could refute the Taste.