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DEVIATED
MEDICAMENT
A Short Fiction
In Celebration
Of
The Fall Season
By
David A. Archer
02/15/1968
09/14/2006

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The “blipper” was still “blipping” which
supposedly meant that she was still alive.
You
couldn’t tell though. She just lay there not even
breathing on her own.
The sound of “inhale” and “exhale” was made with
a gurgle by the machine that continued to force her
once attractive chest into motions of “up” and “down.”
The tubes protruding from her nostrils which
acted to drain the continuous flow of fluids, were
reminiscent of hamster tubes for worms. That is
surely what it reminded me of as the bloody mass
would ooze down the tube now and then, moving much
as a person might imagine of an annelid.
I found myself recalling our last exchange of any
sort while still wondering through the sparse
understanding I presently had of her ailment. I felt
helpless in that direction of thought given that the
specialists were only now beginning to understand the
causes of these increasingly common occurrences.
I remember that her nose began to bleed, which
neither of us felt too concerned about until it then
began to gush accompanied with considerably sized
pieces of some fleshy matter.
I would soon find
through consultation, that the fleshy matter was
actually pieces of her brain.
Her “prognosis” was none too good for several
reasons.
The most obvious of which being an
impossibility of return to any recognizable normality
given the damage she had suffered to her brain, and
the next of which being that the physicians didn’t even
know much about the affliction itself, much less any
way to treat it.
I had already spent hours on end with various
specialists. Each giving their account and best guess
at what exactly it could be that acted in such a quick
manner. The specialists themselves tending to lean

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toward an area with respect to their given specialty,
though obviously having deviated somewhat from the
standard lines of medical approach and diagnosis
given the uniqueness of this condition. Each specialist
I spoke with had a similar explanation but predictably
from the perspective of their own given “area” of
medicine. Not yet understanding just what they were
dealing with.
It was a compilation of ideas manifesting as a
radical theory, and hardly centralized as of yet, but it
stood to all of the questions and really was the only
thing
which
presented
any
comprehensive
explanations. In so many words, it was really all that
they had.
It had to do with humanity having failed to
consider the resulting effects of so many types of
saturations on the human existence, which we have
introduced ourselves through development and hasty
use in the market place.
We weren’t “mutating” ourselves directly it would
seem, but were doing so to some degree over a period
of time frames which became staggered and tangled in
the social movements and said developments within
given societies.
It was very much that our human progresses, as
we have managed to heap them upon one another,
were now somehow reacting to the influence of each
other.
In so many words, the “frequency” saturation and
consistencies were causing a strange effect with, on
and during the process of ingesting and absorbing
medications. Diverting their expected course in action
and in effect mutating their resulting manifestation
and interaction with and within the human host. This
transpiring as per the added influences to some extent,
of the subtle variations in chemical presence from
region to region.
Then further promoted with
differences
in
diet
and
personal
elemental
configurations and consistencies.

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There was just no way of pin pointing it in the
present state of ignorance and excitement of discovery
now sweeping the medical world. And it was obvious
that “head in the sand” would no longer suffice.
Best guess estimates I had been told in one of the
numerous and blurred meetings with specialists, is
that it first began to happen with early diet pill
deaths. They just didn’t know how to diagnose it as
per what it really was beyond the known mortal
effects.
This as well being true in regard to several other
medication mishaps as they appeared to happen. No
one knew that this phenomenon was transpiring. All
anyone knew, was that for some reason even
medications which had been through extensive
research prior to introduction and use, were suddenly
looking to be the root cause of severe side effect
developments.
It was when it started to happen with various
forms of pharmaceutical inhibitor medication, that
someone decidedly took note and explored what was
really emerging as a consistent effect. Between the
normal mutation in human progression and those
other saturated forms of influence, the medication was
being changed in the digestive process itself. This
producing rather caustic effects as result. Including
the decomposer like changes to various organs and
other living tissue, including the brain.
The initial symptoms of many forms of this
mutation occurrence are suspected to be the presence
of olfactory disturbances. That is to say, the presence
of smells that can’t necessarily be explained and have
no real affiliation with anything in the general area.
Most times being fleeting, though at others being quite
pronounced.
It was overlooked for the longest time as just
some sort of strange human development.
Some
psychological affiliation with memory having been

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stimulated to cause the effect and didn’t seem to be of
any great concern. It was even accepted in many
social atmospheres as simply a part of life.
They were correct in the smallest part of the
assumption being stimulation, but were grotesquely
mistaken in the meaning and severity of such mystery
“smells.” They had no idea that it was to be an
indicator of epic proportions. It was just that none had
even begun to consider the area of “development” as a
possibility, much less a developing reality.
Soon they would know that in the present time,
the occurrence of such symptoms meant nothing more
than the presence of said mutations. The effect and
result of what was now known as “Deviated
Medicament,” and with that again, in the present
darkness pertaining to the depth of knowledge in such
results, meaning nothing less than impending
incapacitation if not death.
There was just nothing they could do about it.
To use more medications was to only amplify and
even diversify the problem. Polarizing the effects in
result and mutation, far past even the inability to
diagnose and treat them which was currently common.
To no longer use medications was to allow it to
continue as a strain of mutation within the human
realm of existence.
It was very much juggling the self imposed
unraveling of humanity. And doing so blindfolded at
this point. All while having no reference point from
which to begin to address it, beyond the results now
manifesting in pandemic numbers through out various
societies.
For me the realization began with small bits of
brain matter mixed with blood on the linoleum kitchen
floor as I watched the gurney wheel away under a dark
and gloomy sky. Absent mindedly then looking at the
new pumpkin in the window still waiting to be carved

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for the nearing holiday, not yet really grasping the
gravity of the situation. Only moments before having
heard about the smell of fresh bread mixed with the
distant olfactory sensations connoting an untended,
modern outhouse.
For many others the realization was yet to take
hold and might not if they were lucky enough.
I looked again.
She still lay there with no motion of her own
volition, and the “blipper” kept “blipping.”
Her chest kept moving up and down as I had seen
it do similarly in other situations now more than
worlds away.
I began to feel the fatigue of having been awake
for several days and not moving much as I again
noticed the worm like sludge which kept oozing down
the tubes protruding from her nose…
…And then in that moment of relaxation, I
suddenly found myself comforted in a slight daydream
like state…
…With the presence of baking cookies from
somewhere down the hall.

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