”Now what I’m about to show you will change civilization as we know it. Carl hit the lights.”

  “Yes Sir” then the presentation started rolling.

  “What is one thing that all people on Earth have?” Stated the robot.

  “Dreams, but the only sad thing about dreams is that most of them you can’t remember, so D.S.A. has created a franchise that takes your dreams and saves them in little storage boxes. Also D.S.A. has joined corporations with Fortnite to create a pvp game called Fornite Dreams. Now let us jump into the science of dreams.”

  A fairly tall man comes out behind the giant screen.

  With a black suit and white gloves.

  “Hello, my name is Adler Mere Sta but you can call me Adler.

  Or Mr.Adler whatever you want.

  Now I know we have come to talk business, but don’t y'all just want to know what’s behind those big doors.”

  Mr.Adler says with a big croaking smile.

  Then Mr.Slate remarked (a rather short man with a bald head and a large mustache.)

  “What kinda joke are you trying to pull, at Slate Company we don’t need no stocks from a… a… dreamland-”

  “Dreamland, HOW DARE YOU insult my company, this isn’t no girl scout candyland fundraiser and definitely not a dreamland!

  Now Go!

  Guards make this midget of a man leave my premises!!!” Shouted Mr.Adler.

  Two guards dressed like the Men In Black come out and forcefully drag Mr.Slate out of the big large building.

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  “I’ll be back, Adler!!!” Shouts Mr.Slate

  “I’ll be back” says Mr.Adler mockingly.

  “It’s Mr.Adler to you!”

  “Now who’s next.”

  “No, no carry on” replies one of the three other businessmen.

  Mr.Adler shouts gleefully with a smirking smile, “That way my chariots”

  Mr.Adler jumps and runs to the big white doors with small circular windows.

  And shoves them open cheerfully.

  “Carl!!!!!!!!” Mr.Adler shouts angrily.

  “What’s the matter, sir?” Carl says (an intern that always wears jeans and a white polo, sometimes with a stain or two).

  “Carl, Show These Guests Around To The Pris- I Mean The Lab!” Shouts Mr.Adler, In a loud voice.

  “Yes Sir, Mr.Adler.” Responds Carl in a surprisingly calm voice even though he’s always being yelled at by Mr.Adler.

  “Did you know that this warehouse used to be a milk factory.” Carl says with his voice fading as trods down the hallway with the businessmen.

  “In fact if you go into the abandoned cow stables you’ll find….”

  “Finally, that group of rich snobs is gone.” Mr.Adler says as he loudly talks to himself while walking down his side of the hallway.

  “You know I think I'm gonna get that cow plaque from the stable, especially if the dried blood is still on there, hee hee.” Mr.Adler says gleefully as he turns himself around and marches toward the stable.

  “Oh look it’s still here, Ole Bloody Bessie” says Mr.Adler as he dusts off the old cow head.

  “Wow look guys, that old man’s got some old cow head.”

  "Really!? let me see” two kids shout as they look through the mossy window of the cow factory.

  “Who was that?” Mr. Adler says with a confounding voice.

  “I’m gonna give you the count of three to leave before you have to stay forever hee hee!!!”

  At just the sound of Mr.Adler’s voice the two kids ran home.

  “Now to finish business.”

  Mr.Adler walks out of the stable with the cow head strapped to a gun strap around his back.

  He walks into his office.

  There's large room with a computer, a drawer full of usb’s, along with photographs of random people.

  “Now all I need is a volunteer.”