"There is a company out there that is known to the general public, but I’m afraid I cannot say its name for legal purposes. In fact, I cannot disclose much information about them. I can, however, inform you that this company is exporting and selling contaminated products."
"Contaminated?" I repeat.
"Yes, edible products that are deliberately corrupted with the intention of population control. As I’m sure you’re aware, overpopulation poses various risks, such as lack of fundamental resources, whilst waste and pollution increases. That’s just naming a few - I don’t want to dwell on that subject. The intention of these products is to eliminate humans - a gradual process, so as not to raise any suspicions in correlation to the company. The death would appear to be a natural cause. Unfortunately, there are side effects that were not anticipated."
"Can you explain the side effects please?" I inquire.
"Look outside and see for yourself."
Opening the blinds, orange tints of sunlight streams in like sliced rays. It gives more life to the dull, gray walls of the office. Looking down from this multi-story 330 ft. building, everyone looks like crazed ants partaking in riot. They’re all screaming, jumping on cars, smashing shop windows, running around naked, and fighting each other. I’m taken aback by the careless mob.
"As we’ve observed, they engage in dangerous activities that may result in self-harm and other parties getting harmed in the process of their reckless, irrational behavior. The intention was to terminate them in the most peaceful manner without inflicting unnecessary pain or causing chaos and disorder. Personally, I’m unsure of how long these side effects will last, but I’m keeping written records of the observed behavior. There are several patterns of behavior that I have noticed, if you are interested to know."
I shake my head, looking at my wrist watch.
"No, thank you, I think that’s enough for today. Thanks for your valuable insight. It is much appreciated. Here’s my card - please keep in touch. I would like to discuss this further with you in the near future. Don't worry, I will always protect your anonymity and confidentiality."
"Of course. Thank you for listening. I hope we can talk again soon."
I wake up. It’s the same dream that has been haunting my mind for the past few nights in a row. Usually my dreams do not make much sense to me. It’s like incoherent gibberish that I try to scramble together in the hopes of understanding my subconscious mind better.
However, this particular dream is very clear to me, and I can strangely recall the conversation word for word. Moreover, in this dream, I don’t know who I’m talking to. I can’t see their face, or distinguish their voice, or recognize any qualities that provide a clue for their identity.