Year 2038


    I had always had a fascination with how the world works. When the rest of the brats on the playground ran around playing tag, or hide and seek, I''d been around the corner studying the ants society, and wondering what purpose they served. Why did ants build their nests the way they did, and was the world any better for it?


    Yeah, I was a weirdo. That kid that noone really wanted to hang around. Looking back at my life I would probably have done things a little bit different had I the choice.


    I am 31 years old, and I have no family or friends. Not any good friends atleast, I got some acquiantances from work that I hang out with at bars and other public events. But that''s fine with me. I work at a research institute that researches sustainability. That sounds boring I know, but what it means is that we try to fix issues like carbon emissions... I lost you again didn''t I?


    I am the weird mushroom researcher here. Not the funny kind of mushrooms unfortunately, but the normal kind. This is why I am standing in an office next to a hazardous waste dump right now, wondering where I went wrong in life. For the last 8 years, ever since I graduated university I''ve been trying to find a mushroom species that can consume hazardous waste materials.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "So you want to go ahead with the next test this week?" the manager of the waste dump asked me. He was a heavy set man, with a bushy, black beard and a big smile.


    "Yeah might aswell, it''s probably not gonna work but you never know" I said, in a defeatist tone.


    The manager chuckled a bit, I had been depositing my various mushroom species in this wastedump for nearly 3 years, and so far nothing had worked. The manager gets paid anyways, so he had gotten used to my sighs and bleak outlook on the project.


    "You got the new gas masks in yet?" I asked.


    "Nope, you''ll have to do with the good old squeaky ones as usual" the manager chuckled again.


    Great, it''s not like I am about to walk through hazardous waste or anything, why would I need a good gas mask and protective gear. I quickly went in to the room where the protective gear was stored and picked out the best one, with the least squeaky gas mask.


    I brought my box containing my mushroom with me, and opened the door to the wastedump. The door made a sucking noise, like a refrigerator door. I hooked the mushroom box onto my belt, and started the long climb down the ladder into the basin.


    The fifth rung of the ladder however, had fallen off. And now so did I.


    "Fuck." was all I got to scream before everything went black."


    ..."Allocating soul entity to Mardarun. Allocation successful. Good luck."...