Cure ?

He knew not what he wanted. Until he saw it. The machine. It was love at first sight. He needed one. Badly. He had heard about it. But, never thought it would affect him. Why would it ? Considering his life. And its quirks requiring constant attention. Needless to say, he was way laid by diversions of dubious character at the behest of others. He could not envisage any time or reason to use it. The " blurb " on its necessity not really coming to the fore. Then, the stark reality struck. The time, and face of progress, giving welcome distraction from normality. Attraction comes, in many forms. What was the problem ?
The outlet gave him a bargain. As he was known. The popular concensus had  been replaced by sheer excitement. At pressing the button. The fever pitch of hysteria mixed with transcient notions of easier meanderings around the homestead. With company to relate to. Could any mere replicant fulfill the same level of wonder and free-spirited harmony ? 
With the best will, in the world, how could anyone doubt his intentions to make better of it ? With the perfect partner at his side. Longing for the efforts of " more " to bring harsh realities under control. In the most positive ways. This was emotional. This was him. Looking to get that extra out of an unearthly blend of facts and fictional tendencies. Who could turn down what they wanted, when they wanted it ? To do anything else but succumb to fate, was pointless !
When unpackaged it appeared as expected. A graceful blessing. To be grateful for. The handbook and detailed instructions raising the temperature, to near boiling. The developments in the industry really could not be praised enough. As the polished effect clearly defined. When would the thrill be truly satisfied ? When would the measured tread be replaced by the futuristically sreamlined thread, of senses finally finding the restful escape from hectic " storm " without appetizing form.
In his heart lay the seeds of " splendid isolation " ! In his soul was the demand for real yearning to be transformed into " fine wine. "  Scarcity of interest made the ride pander to perfect formulaic precedent. Who would not see the light in the presence of majesty ? Beyond belief ! The awe of it, standing before the " chosen " expressing desire to please, seeing no bounds to hopes or expectations fulfilled.
The dream scenario had arrived. At one hell of a price !
The countdown was complete. The future now in physical representation. The heart had now what the heart needed, for so long. The button was pressed. He  literally died.
That, the way to go ?