He traveled around the world and asked the rich and the privileged what motivates them to live but there seemed to be no clear cut answer. Some answered making more money motivates them to live, others value their success, some live for others’ approval, many appreciate their life and want to help benefit society, and some live to have fun. The pharmacologist’s frustration began to grow and grow. He asked himself how does someone who makes medicine figure out a question that has no one answer? As the pharmacologist 's hope was fading, the time limit was also fading. He became desperate and decided to seek people of the less fortunate. They answered very similarly with those of the rich, but their motivation came from their surroundings, not money. As the pharmacologist wandered the streets with his head down, a beautiful woman came up to him and asked him what’s wrong. He explained his story and she replied, “I know the answer but you must do anything I say. Promise me”. “I promise”, proclaimed the pharmacologist. The beautiful women whispered, “There is no one answer that would satisfy all people with different cultures, how they were raised, and their perspective. Tell the judge that you need a one on one conversation with each person and I’m sure you can figure it all out.” Even though the answer was so shallow and broad, he didn’t have a choice as time was running …show more content…
Enjoy the slop you low classes deserve.”
He told himself that what he was doing was morally correct. Not going through with a promise that leads to an affair was more morally correct than having an affair. As his lustfulness grew he decided he can do anything he wanted to her. One night was all it took for him to satisfy all his needs and to make sure he had drugged her properly.
The pharmacologists traveled back thinking highly of himself as he just freed himself from a duty. Coming out of the plane, he picked up a newspaper with the headline of, TWENTY TWO FAMILIES OVERDOSED FROM “THE PILL. He rapidly put his hood on and lowered his head lowered he decided to see his wife and relieve himself through her. As he opens the door, he sees a woman who seems to be on the brink of life. In her hand were pills labeled with CURE FOR ANY ILLNESS. He snatched and out of her hand and she screams. She can’t stop screaming. He jabbed the women and roared “Make another sound if you are begging to die”. She kept on screaming. It was a scream of desperation as if it was the last sound she was ever going to