I smoked a joint and the voice started, 

" it's laced, you fuck, your name on file, at medical marijuana dispensary as a HUSK for some military shit, has to do with the brain, blood brain barrier, can you feel it ? OUCH! Dats duh microwave thing , laser focus huh, feels like a tiny needle being shoved through ya skull. OUCHIE OUCH, also gives you the feeling some alien tech digging a hole EWWWWWW to place some seed, some alien shit in yor warbled little head DRUGGIE, who the fuck gets a weed card when they subsist on SSI you piece of human shit, prepare to die.......ahhhh, calm down this be called a slow kill....lots and lots and lotsa work to do ...us thru you.....ya freak..."

"I'm being paid for this right?" spoke the Husk, outloud , assuming whomever did this could hear him. I mean, you own some device sends pain and fear and voices to your head , you assume someone or something also sees you and hears you with some simplier tech. Already he was bored thinking about it, to it ...whatever. The pain had been intense and he'd been waiting for an excuse to buy some Oxy....or whatever opioid ...he could fine.

"Not being paid," the husk groused, " then why the fuck should I give a fuck what you say. Damn mutherfukers you could make me like into a hitman and shit....something cool...someone someone PAID!!!!!! but oh no.....i strike you as what? some ape for some slow kill experiments Fuck You voice from nowhere.......fuck you....where my money ....where my cyberpunk lover ...it's not even raining .....