CLOAK/3.2

Cloak is prescribed for grief, the stubborn dry heaving of a wounded heart:
  • those who have been so do not feel so abandoned
  • lost love's phantom limbs no longer pain
  • and those who are bullied are able to face another day withinside the school grounds, where the news reports locate these crime scenes.
Over the course of the several years it has been prescribed through a network of HMO's well-established in the suburbs of the commonwealth, the drug Phagacet, also known as Cloak, has demonstrated a most interesting side effect—
from marble shrouds released the rare twinned pairs of impulse and ability to draw.
It's like what I see makes it easy to make it.

Cloak, reproduction through cloning, the artist as host cell.
Under Cloak, they have no desires for themselves. The forms speak through them, their every waking thought a shaping, a delineation of some imperious form—they serve, without feelings of loyalty, attachment, fanaticism, without feelings, only fixations upon what they need to make the thing whose making is being dictated to them.
And what they need they must have immediately—it can be a pen, a paint color, a stone someone else is already working, it can be knowledge, a technique, they can need to see something, say see the arm they need. They'll break down the doors of a museum to see a painting and then leave through the broken door, not always empty handed. Nothing is safe.