text: In the darkest tunnel beneath the enormous facility wandered a light-headed woman. She did not remember where she was, who she was, nor why sand how she had gotten there. Her only hint was the ripped lab coat she was wearing, which had the capital letters “BCRI” engraved on it and then a hole beneath it, as if it had been half cut and half ripped out. She went to clear the sweat from her forehead with her hand, and there, she noticed that her forehead was bleeding. “What happened to me?” she asked the empty darkness that engulfed her. She then continued to walk around, holding on to the wall for balance and trying to overcome the fatigue, the hunger, the thirst and the urge to give up. The farther she went, the more she thought that she would die without knowing who she was in a dark, mysterious passageway. And then, just as she was giving up hope, she saw it: A door left ajar with light coming from inside the room. She hurried inside and dragged herself onto the chair that was in front of a computer screen. A half-eaten sandwich and a cup of water had been abandoned at the side of the desk, and she made quick work of eating and drinking them as fast as she could. She did not know when the last time she had eaten was, but one thing was for sure, it had not been recently. After she was done with her meal, she then looked at the computer monitors in front of her, which showed a background with the same letters on the lab coat, “BCRI”. She then looked up on the search engine these letters, trying to understand what they meant. As soon as she clicked enter, most of the first results were news broadcasts, others were articles, but they all had something in common - they all blamed the BioChemical Research Institute for the widespread toxic chemicals that had spread to most of the planet in their cheap and supposedly revolutionary fertilizer. An article by an acclaimed journalist mentioned in part, “Most of the affected become sick, and with the appropriate medications could be saved. If the medications are not available, then they will suffer in great pain until their life drains away. In a few select cases, the people exposed are not harmed and are asymptomatic. On the other side of that coin, although rare, some have been killed for even the smallest exposure. As unfortunate as this may be, the head of the BCRI Dr.Larenson, the person that is to blame for all this, has not been found. She personally created the fertilizer that was to save the world, as she many times claimed. Instead, she destroyed it.” At this point, the woman understood that she was in a place connected to all these horrific events. As disturbing as that was, she wanted to know more about this terrible doctor that had bought so much pain to so many. She simply searched the following: “Dr.Larinson BCRI”. The first search result was a picture from a scientific conference that had taken place less than a year before. The doctor was clearly labeled in it, and when the woman saw it, she remembered. She remembered every project, every idea, her dream of saving the world, and how her pride destroyed it all. As she screamed and sobbed, she wished she’d given up in the dark hallway, where she innocently walked as an empty slate.