If you found this, please tell everybody else in Northland. They deserve the truth. This tale begins because I ran out of my pills. It was a normal day, I woke up, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, reported in to my Parole officer, Phil, and began my assignment. I had to have The Company set up a Home workstation so I could work since I was still technically under House arrest for... something, I forget exactly, all I do remember was it happened about 5 years ago and I've been in this routine ever since, I'll have to ask Phil about that... I booted up the Holopc, and got started on sorting. Oh, don't get me started on sorting. You remember that old tv show, Severance? It was kinda like that, but with colors instead of numbers, and there were different version themes for different ages: Animal backgrounds for the kids, Rock band versions for the Teens, Office-themed ones for the adults, and Chess themed versions for the elders. But we all did the same thing: sorted the colors into the bins for hours until the shift ended. This day was unusual however, because I only sorted about 20 colors. I normally sort about 50 to 100, I wondered why I got less. Maybe I pissed off my Supervisor with my speed yesterday? Unfortunately I wouldn't know since they rarely converse with us, but that meant I would get less pills, and I was already precariously low. I hoped my speed would be better today, but we would cross that bridge when we get to it. I finished up, and went over and sat down on my couch, and turned on my TV, watching the SponCon for the day. "Fugitive Alan Mars was placed into solitary due to his comments towards the CEO today, his sentence will last until the next cycle." I winced at that. Should've been smarter to not speak out against the CEO. I had a sense of deja vu from that thought, but I could not place where... I stood up and walked over to my kitchen, preparing the box of SleepyWheaties I had, boiling the water then dumping the contents into it, when I caught something from the TV: "...DON'T TAKE THE PILLS" I suddenly glanced up at it, seeing the usual smiling broadcaster replaced with a symbol of an open eye. Great. I thought. Not again. The eye was suddenly replaced with the Broadcaster again. "The Company apologies for the brief interruption in Broadcasting and rest assured we will catch the Eye syndicate soon. This concludes the Broadcast for the day and we begin our SleepPreparation program. Rest well and Wake up Refreshed!" I chuckled as the TV switched over to an animation of Sheep jumping over a fence in a repeating pattern, something like a hypnotist's watch swinging back and forth. I finished cooking the Wheaties and sat on my couch, eating my food as I stared at the TV, waiting for the usual sleep paralysis to kick in when I remembered: I hadn't taken my pill today! I ate the rest of my food, then got up and walked over to my medicine drawer, putting my bowl in the sink in the process. I opened up the drawer, popped the lid off the bottle and my stomach dropped when I looked inside: there were no pills left. I could've sworn I had a couple left! I thought in panic. I had never gotten to this point before, so I didn't know what to do. I tried calling Phil, but got no answer. He must be out now. Well, I could only do the only thing I knew to do: go to sleep. I drank some water, got into bed and closed my eyes. What followed was the worst dream I had ever had. I opened my eyes, and stared at the environment around me. I was no longer in my bedroom but a desolate wasteland with a dark grey sky. I got out of bed and started walking around, noticing all of the burnt trees and abandoned buildings. What is this? I thought. This isn't my world! Right? The TV showed a clear sky and all the trees I could see, the window... I continued walking until I came across a clearing with a large bonfire in the middle. Gathered around the fire were a couple of emaciated people, rubbing their hands trying to keep warm. I had not noticed the coldness until this point, and it made me shiver. I felt pity for the people until I saw what lay upon them: a corpse, with various bits of muscle and flesh clearly torn off of it. I felt a cold sweat, and backed away, when I suddenly stepped on a branch. The people turned their heads suddenly in my direction, their eyes brightening in a hungry excitement. I screamed, turned and started running away, when they gave chase. I tried to trick them, weaving in between trees, but they managed to keep chase behind me, their hunger driving their speed. I came across my bed again and jumped onto it, hoping for some inexplicable reason that it would save me, and it did! The people came to a stop several feet from my bed, and I heard them repeat one phrase: "It's all a lie." over, and over again: "It's all a lie." "It's all a lie." "It's all a lie." "It's all a lie." I closed my eyes, praying that they would go away, and when I opened them again, I saw the walls of my apartment bedroom again. I was relieved that the dream was over,and went out to my kitchen to get a cup of water. When I started pouring the water, I noticed the air felt ice cold. I shook it off, and tried calling Phill again. "The following number is out of service." Was the message I ended up hearing. He must've been arrested. I realized. Hopefully they get in touch with me soon. I sat down at my holopc, but the screen didn't light up like it usually did. In fact, the whole apartment seemed darker than usual. The power must've gone out. I walked over to the door, and opened it, going to turn the power back on, when I was shocked by the sight that appeared in front of me. They lied to us. Please tell everybody that's left, they lied.