100 Word Stories

Today, we fill our bodies with drugs to make up for reckless lives.

In the world of tomorrow, futurists say there will be nanobots making
adjustments, repairs, and corrections.

At what point do we stop being ourselves and end up at the mercy of machines?

Does it matter who controls the machines?

Does it matter who dispenses the drugs?

What raw animal instincts are we prisoners to?

Perhaps we never have had any control over ourselves?

I feel a spark and my vision flickers for a bit.

I feel better now.

That shot didn't hurt at all. Thank you, Doctor.