I Live For Drugs: Spec-fic.

I live for drugs. Quite literally, I live on drugs. Without drugs, there would be no me. Without drugs, I would not even freaking exist. I should be more specific, I suppose. You are probably thinking of me as a junkie of some sort, the kind who insists that he can't even live without the drugs, that rehab isn't a possibility, that he would kill himself if he couldn't get his fix. That's not what I'm talking about. I live on drugs. One drug. They take this lovely drug, and I seep in to live in their minds for a little time. I don't know what would happen to me if ever nobody were taking my drug. I don't know if I would still exist. I think I would die.

Inspiration: "A Daisy Chain 4 Satan" by My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Although I have the niggling fear that Alan Moore already wrote this...this could be really cool. States of consciousness, drugs, sentient states of consciousness, the collective unconsciousness, drug czars, many of the same concerns as are spawned by AI.