Time-Enough

Fictional account of an icy athlete whose inquiry into performance enhancements makes for an Earthling distance of simplified thesis.

Ergogenic steroids use vignette. 

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I'd become a energized ice-hockey man of the West (American Homeland) and my performance began slipping after a fantastic inception time of intro to the arena as a star mover and playmaking scorer and decided the best course of play would be to consider the value of some athletics-strength enhancing substance and suddenly found myself changing, even mutating (Selfie-like).

I'd read much about steroids use and performance-enhancements affecting dangerously the human body and brain metabolism and biochemistry thresholds for sensitivity regularity and even muscle/endurance mutations and even read of the concern about dependency on such substances for continued athletic magic or success for muscle/perception acuteness in the competition-arena, also for simple social media life/culture commentary or 'examination' eyes.

GIRLFRIEND: You're getting worse.

ME: I'm getting better.

GIRLFRIEND: Sounds like sci-fi horror, honey.

ME: I'm a man.

GIRLFRIEND: I'm thinking leviathan, honey.

ME: It's all for the ice.

GIRLFRIEND: Winning isn't the only image.

ME: Really (Selfie-like)?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)