She looks over the top rim of her glasses, across to the couch where he sat. Well, wouldn't you think that a quick fix? All I'm saying is that a pill would just make things so easy. Imagine it- one day, waking up, going into the office and you feel depressed. You're not quite sure why, you're not really interested in finding out why- you, quite frankly, do not have the time nor patience to dwell on this with the workload you have. So you open your desk drawer, and pull out a prescription bottle. Hm, these may one day even not be prescriptions too if it works out well. And you pop a pill and within a few hours you feel better. The world around you is no longer as dreary. Yes, I understand how that would be nice. She scribbles with the pencil, not really writing anything. Mostly shapes of sorts just come out. She's not like the ones in the movies that just draw what they please or instead just go to sleep. But would you really feel like a person then? Would you think of this as a way to getting around the problem of freel will? Well.. he leaned back and thought. He was not the usual patient. He looked forward to their conversations. He felt good for the hour they were together. I think it would be a way to get around all the causes. Although, perhaps the pill itself would become a part of those causes. They continued like this for an hour. SHe lost track of time until her secretary reminded her that there was someone waiting for her. I'll see you again next week. She smiled warmly- it was nice to see him talking freely again.
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