It was just a simple con, at first. We’d mix up whatever the darknet splurged out, package it as funky pills and resell it to the next douchebag for 100k as the mythical ever high. The blurb said we’d splice it in a special way tailored to their DNA or somesuch, a singular epiphany just for them. No clue if anyone believed it, but we sure sold a lot of them.
But then … I don’t recall what changed, maybe we just got too high on our own supply. We build it. The lab, the splice machine, the Ever High. The things some people did to affort our shots … not that it matters much, anymore. The world never changed back after we released it into the stratosphere.