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DATE: JULY 15 - 16, 2026 | TIME: VARIOUS
Seven hours.
It took seven hours to answer the questions from the gathered reporters and medical specialists. The data packet the Voss Foundation had released contained everything, but who could sit down and read after hearing such a claim?
Not to mention, who would believe that the Foundation was going to just give it away for free? What's the catch?
So the throng of people around Elise, Mallory, and everyone else they had on hand kept shouting questions until they were done.
Afterward, they took the USB stick with all the data and left. It was all up on the Voss Foundation website, of course.
The World Health Organization was already poring over the data at their headquarters in Geneva. Every time they had a new question, they'd find the answer in the files.
It was extremely thorough. The only thing the files did not contain was the proprietary formula and ingredients list.
Case studies for just about every illness and disease known to man were listed in a searchable index. Even genetic diseases like BRCA were wiped out in 48 hours.
After hours of poring through the data, the Chief Scientist sat back in her chair. Her teammates were all nearby with their own laptops.
The Chief looked around at her colleagues and exhaled, and spoke the words none of them were expecting.
"Holy shit," she said. "I think it's real."
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System Broadcast
Vitalyx Recipients: 12,868,523
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CVS Pharmacy – Farmington Hills, Michigan
The CVS Pharmacy on the corner of 14 Mile and Haggerty Road in Farmington Hills, Michigan was swamped with people.
They had a supply of 10,000 doses of Vitalyx to deliver, and a special tablet to record the names and addresses of those who received it.
The tablets were supplied by the Voss Foundation, and contained the best voice-to-text program the pharmacist had ever seen.
Anwaar Khalid, the head pharmacist on staff, held up the tablet to the young woman in front of her. They were in a private room to the left of the pharmacy counter, seated at a table.
"Please speak your name and address," Anwaar said.
"Julie Campbell. 10238 …"
The tablet picked it up without any errors, even displaying the address on a map. Julie confirmed the information.
"Is there anything I need to know about this?" Julie asked as Anwaar handed the small plastic bottle to her.
"It tastes like water," Anwaar said. "And tomorrow you will have a day of evacuation, so be sure you don't stray far from a restroom. Most people so far have said it's over in six to ten hours, depending on how much there is to clean out."
"I have to work in the morning," Julie said. "Do you know when it'll uh… kick in?"
Anwaar laughed.
"If you take it now, you may want to call off work in the morning, but by the early afternoon you should be fine."
Julie drank the Vitalyx and left. An elderly man entered the room next, and Anwaar continued.
CVS normally closed at 9:00 PM, but they'd agreed to stay open until midnight and reopen at 5:00 AM. The line went out the door and around the building. It was going to be a long week.
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System Broadcast
Vitalyx Recipients: 39,003,528
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Mbizi Health Clinic – Zimbabwe
Dr. Tendai Moyo was overjoyed at this development. To be able to provide a dose of free lifesaving medication to everyone in the villages surrounding his clinic was more than he could have hoped for.
He was tired of the malaria and the HIV. Tired of the malnutrition and the tuberculosis and the cholera and typhoid, the parasitic infections and the respiratory illnesses.
His heart bled every time he had to treat these maladies, so many of which were preventable if only they had cleaner drinking water and education.
Maybe, he thought, just maybe this would give the people what they needed to get their heads above the water instead of spending their life drowning.
He had called the villages to the clinic one at a time to avoid crowding. He didn't bother explaining anything, just told them to drink and be on their way.
Dr. Moyo was well-known and loved in the community, and most importantly, he was trusted.
With this, he thought, we have a fighting chance.
Little did the good doctor know, the people of the world were being given so much more than that. These doses of Vitalyx were the first step in true ascension.
It may take decades or even centuries, but with this process, humanity could truly rise.
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System Broadcast
Vitalyx Recipients: 46,599,347
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Royal Surrey County Hospital – Surrey, UK
Royal Surrey County Hospital in Guildford had received 75,000 vials for its first few days of distribution. NHS staff set up a triage desk by the front doors, directing patients into long queues snaking out into the car park.
Among them was Richard Hammond, 52, who had lived with Type 1 diabetes since he was eleven years old. He stepped forward, scratching his lower back where his insulin pump was taped to his skin.
Living with diabetes wasn't impossible, of course. So many people had worse. But it wasn't exactly fun, either. And at age 52, Richard had seen the announcement on the telly.
He didn't want to be disappointed, but he couldn't help holding out hope that maybe this magical little bottle could cure his diabetes.
Finally, after six hours in the queue, he made it to the desk. He spoke his name and address into the tablet, confirmed the location on the map, and received the bottle.
It was so small and plain.
Just a white bottle with the word Vitalyx on it. Nothing flashy at all.
"Down the hatch, love," the nurse said.
"Here goes nothing," Richard said as he tipped it back.
It tasted like… nothing. Maybe like water. Could it be this easy?
"That's it," the nurse said. "Nothing more to it."
She held out her hand, and Richard placed the empty bottle in it. She dropped it into the waste container next to her and looked up to the next person in queue.
Hm, Richard thought, I guess it is that easy.
He drove back home, still wondering. But by that time the next day, Richard would find he no longer needed the pump or the monitor. Or the insulin.
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System Broadcast
Vitalyx Recipients: 102,438,012
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Hospital General de México – Mexico City, Mexico
Hospital General de México in the heart of Mexico City had been chosen as one of the central distribution points for Vitalyx.
Its corridors were already overflowing with patients, many of them clutching numbered slips of paper and waiting hours in the stifling summer heat.
Among them was sixteen-year-old Daniela Morales, her face pale beneath her dark hair, a surgical mask covering her mouth.
She'd been battling acute lymphoblastic leukemia for almost a year, the endless rounds of chemotherapy and exhaustion wearing her thin.
Her mother kept one arm around her shoulder as they finally reached the desk.
The nurse held up the Foundation-issued tablet. "Nombre completo y dirección, por favor." Full name and address, please.
Daniela's mother spoke clearly, the words appearing instantly on the screen. The nurse confirmed the entry, then handed over the small plastic vial.
Daniela stared at it, hesitating.
Her mother squeezed her hand. "Adelante, mi cielo." Go on, my heaven.
Daniela tipped it back. It tasted like nothing at all.
By that time tomorrow, the oncologists would run her bloodwork three times, just to be certain. And by the following day, the disease that had consumed her young life was gone.
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System Broadcast
Vitalyx Recipients: 348,562,564
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Khmer-Soviet Friendship Hospital – Phnom Penh, Cambodia
The Khmer-Soviet Friendship Hospital in Phnom Penh was used to long queues, but nothing like this. Lines of people stretched out from the gates into the humid streets, families huddled under umbrellas against the monsoon rain as they waited their turn.
The sound of water rushing through the gutters punctuated anxious conversations.
Inside, Dr. Sopheak Dara adjusted his glasses and guided a frail monk to a chair in one of the classrooms that had been converted to distribution rooms. The saffron robes hung loosely on the man's thin frame, his body worn down by tuberculosis that refused to let go.
"Nom knea, som sok sabay," Dr. Dara said gently. Drink, and may you have peace.
The monk accepted the vial with trembling fingers, whispered a short prayer under his breath, and drank.
For a moment, silence filled the room. Then, with a voice still hoarse, the monk whispered, "Aw kun, som sok sabay." Thank you, may you have peace.
By the time the monk left the hospital the next morning, his fever had broken, the weight on his chest gone. Word spread quickly among the waiting crowds: even the monks were healed.
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System Broadcast
Vitalyx Recipients: 491,013,228
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