I Fall In Love In Another Dimension
Chapter 68

-Wait, Mr. President, don't give up, we can fight and defeat you, that way you will win your territory, your line, we will produce powerful weapons for you to destroy them, like the ones we used to free ourselves from the camp," the bald man proposed and the president accepted willingly, he even had a fit of joy so much that to celebrate he fired his rifle at the ceiling, peeling the ceiling, this must have been normal, since no guard entered and the walls already looked like a gruyer cheese.

We were led through corridors where there were rooms with naked women packing white flour and others counting wads of money, they did it with scales, weighing it, noting it without desire in their eyes, as if it were just another thing, we entered the laboratory, where by habit I imagined the usual room full of equipment and machinery, but I crashed with the reality of that dirty room with chemical tanks, plastics and that smell of gasoline, the scientists with faces of thugs, even in their waists they had weapons that contrasted with the golden scapulars that exalted their necks, giving them a touch of opulence although their tanned clothes and full of chemicals, showed something else, I greet them looking for collaboration:

-Good morning, what's up, how are you doing, we need your help urgently, -none of them answer me, maybe I'm talking because of the smell of the chemicals in the place.

-The gentlemen need your help. -The president tells them, making them move quickly, introducing themselves, offering their services, specialty after specialty of chemists, all focused on the production of alkaloids, opioids and so on.

As if the air accelerated us or the sound of the gunshots coming through the ventilation ducts forced us to work like ants, without stopping to talk, without going to the bathroom, we redesigned the grenade launchers with their explosives to send them to the soldiers who changed the noise, overshadowing that of the rifle shots.

-I know you, you are Mr. Estiben. -I know you, you are Mr. Estiben," says one of them, one of the many scientists I have worked with.

-Yes, of course. -I answer him, trying not to make conversation with this thug.

-Although you look very different, rumor has it that you were on the damn drugs," he tells me, clenching his hands, feeling real contempt.

-Yes I was, it was very difficult to get out of those things and the truth is that my mind suffered a lot of damage, I have several mental gaps, I'm trying to rebuild my life. -I'm trying to get information from him.

-It seemed like you didn't know me, after everything we went through. -He comes up to me kissing my mouth, I immediately push him, telling him: "Wait, I don't remember being gay:

-wait, I don't remember being gay, or not completely. -I remember what I felt in the previous dimension.

-We are not gay, it's all we share, the drugs, the rumbas, the women, we are macho, what happens is that the bandits can kiss and exchange energies, we also have children and women. -He explains his gangster logic to me.

-I don't remember much about that, by the way, how did it all end up this way?

-It's like you were saying, that a state could not be libertine, the problem arose when all the prohibited substances were decriminalized, the state took over the narcotics trade and it got out of their hands, although it served them well, now they have the people under control, imbued in those substances, The truth is that I consider that we have reached the end of time, if you could see now how the fields have been converted into monoculture plantations of opiate plants, the jungles cut down for these crops and the rivers full of chemical residues from the processing of these substances. I assure you it has been an extreme madness, to such an extent that money is ceasing to exist, now it is only traded in grams of these substances or with the skin itself. -He sighs, closing his eyes as if this situation weighed on him.

-He sighs, closing his eyes as if this situation was weighing on him. -That's what I think, it doesn't make sense anymore, they are stupid zombies that instead of looking for brains to compensate their intellect, they look for substances that make them worse. -There is a solution, the one you designed, remember that night when you received me three times and I received you about five times, you stopped telling me. -He mentions it caressing my face, until he removes it when he sees that I can't hide my annoyance. -No, I don't remember, everything is like a fog in my mind, it's like I've been in another dimension, please tell me which one? -I try to smile at him to get his cooperation, feeling that I am making a grotesque gesture.

-I'm trying to make a drug that instead of generating addicts, we would create one that would make them abhor all these substances, turning society upside down, maybe forming an anarchy or utopia, something better than this land of the living dead. -He closes his eyes again, but this time he wipes his lips with his tongue and then stretches a cheek from the inside, moving them.

-Please answer me something, did we get to do it?

-Of course many, many times.

-I mean that drug, to cure people.

-Cure? you really look like someone else, we just wanted to produce chaos.

-Chaos has dominated this world, it would be very difficult to make it worse.

-What happens is that this chaos is already the normality, in this way it is no longer normal, therefore, an overturn of great magnitude would be the new chaos.

-Although you spin me around, you could do it, couldn't you?

-I would like to turn you around, without clothes, like a chicken in a barbecue, and yes, you are right, that project consumed my lonely nights where I wanted you to warm me up, I concentrated on this chimera, killing many guinea pigs on the way, but in the end I succeeded, just waiting for the day you would come back to reward me for that discovery.

-Excellent, let's execute the plan, let's turn this normality into chaos, let the narcos go bankrupt, let them beg for alms, let the government go back to being a nest of corrupt, instead of capos.