A psychological examination of an Incel and the reasons and causes of his Inceldom in a fictional short story. Some scenes and situations may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
This is the first in a series of stories about "evil" Blood Pressure Clinics, that lure victims in, trick them, trap them, and completely drain them of all their energy. It's not really sci-fi, but there are some elements that do stretch the bounds of completely realistic reality. I'd love to hear if anyone enjoys this. I've written plenty more...
A dystopian look into a future of neural links, legalized murder, mass shootings, rampages, hand machines, telemarketing, cults, apathy; in this new world, the greatest war is the War Against Boredom.