This idea was spawned from a dream (and since then grew somewhat like a tumor). In the dream, my home was somehow overtaken by a group of persons. They were apparently normal. And they didn't ask for anything in particular, they only behaved like they owned the place. If you tried to confront them, or simply to run away, they produced a large knife, and with a malevolent grin on their face they cut a wide, deep slit on one of their forearms. Then, from the insides of their hollowed bodies, a moltitude of... they were tiny human beings, I knew that but I never saw them, because they couldn't be seen with the naked eye... they swarmed from the wound, on board of tiny floating vehicles (speceships?) and in a couple of seconds they were upon you, entering your skin as it didn't exist, entering your body, eating their way up to your brain, where they finally took control of your self. This thing, this possessing force, was called VOX. In thew following days, this nasty idea began to brew and to grow in my head. Somewhat after the story told in the dream, somebody discovered the way to mass-produce and mass-market VOX. In particular, VOX was delivered in special VOX BOXES. One had simply to pull the tab on top to unleash the horrid force therein contained. VOX would leave its BOX, attack the nearest human, enter his or her body and consume it from the inside, to the point that, of the infected person, nothing else remained than an empty shell. Infected persons could of course spread the contagion themselves. Why should someone buy and use something like that? Well, firstly, for the KICK. Being exposed to a BOX VOX is to speedball like doing freebase cocaine is to eating a sugar-free candy. Then, if you contract a VOX infection from another person, the VOX will be tainted with that other person' self, so it will mess you up even more. VOX cultured in sterile labs is as destructive but not as tainting as "in-the-wild", or "secondary infection", VOX. Even if this is only a concretization of the mess I've in my head, the whole thing could maybe be read as some kind of satire on consumerism, where people are willing to pay good money for something that's poisoning, damaging to the environment and that will destory their free will, leaving them "not dead, yet nothing more than empty shells, nothing else than VOX". I concocted a magazine ad of the product. I'm not a graphics artist (and I'm afraid it shows), so it will obviously have a lot of problems. Nonetheless, I hope it will convey at least a part of the uneasyness and nausea that those thoughts afforded me. I've tried to convey the impression of a cheap, bad electric trip. Michael 4 is from DAZ, the Hazard Symbols should be in the public domain, and the light probe was included in Bryce. The other things (most notably the VOX BOX) are my work. Well, enjoy.