"Sad, isn't it," said a voice from behind. "You can't really prepare yourself for a tragedy like this."
"And you are?" asked X curiously.
"The man who burned your house down."
Silence followed. X had heard of mysterious government officials who were disguised as normal civilians, and he always felt that he would meet one eventually. This caught him completely off guard, however.
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you burn down my house?" X was unusually calm while asking this question. He didn't want to anger this stranger, and he felt like he was finally going to be enlightened with the true nature of his world.
"I have business to attend to, so I'll put this to you simply. Your immune system is abnormally working against the drugs planted to make you... happier," the mysterious figure explained. "This information was collected by the signals your brain gives off when you make calls, watch TV, and use other electronic appliances."
X was hesitant to speak. He was unaware that his brain was giving off "signals" and that he was immune to anything. He could only come up with two words, "And now?"
"Nothing. We needed some DNA samples and performed some other slight operations. For now, we are done."
A helicopter that had been hovering overhead dropped a ladder, which the house-burner grabbed.
And he was gone.
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