The delivery

It was an ordinary evening in the dystopian metropolis of Neo-Tokyo, where life moved quickly and the streets were illuminated by futuristic neon lights and columns of smouldering smoke. As a pizza delivery person, I had found my regular place in this world – I delivered food quickly and efficiently to serve the hungry inhabitants of the city and feed my family.

One evening, I received a delivery for a mysterious customer named “Mr. Johnson”. I had delivered to him several times before, and each time he had asked me to follow a specific route that went around all roundabouts and took other strange paths that wasted unnecessary time. But he always left generous tips, so I complied.

However, that evening, I had no time for his usual antics. I was already behind schedule and had to quickly choose a different route to complete the delivery on time. I decided to take the shortcut that led me directly to his address.

When I knocked on his door, I was greeted by a man who looked like Mr. Johnson – but it wasn’t him. He was wearing a black shirt and sunglasses that concealed his eyes, and he gave me a strange smile.

“What the hell…” I stammered.

“Ah, I see you chose the shortcut,” said the man.

I was confused and asked him who he was and what he wanted from me.

“I am an agent of the resistance group against the government of Neo-Tokyo. Mr. Johnson was one of our contacts, but he was captured by the government. He told me to expect you, and that you would receive the clue he left behind for you.”

I was shocked. The government of Neo-Tokyo was notorious for suppressing anyone who rebelled against their control. And now I was being drawn into this rebellion.

The man handed me an envelope and explained that I was to take it to a specific place to receive further instructions. I opened the envelope and found an encrypted message sheet containing the government’s secret plans to take over the city.

I knew I was in trouble and that I had to act immediately. I took the envelope and ran out of the building as fast as I could. I felt I was being followed and heard footsteps behind me.

Eventually, I reached a place where I thought I was safe, and I opened the envelope again. But to my surprise, it contained no secret message, but only a small note that read: “Thank you for always following my crazy route.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. It turned out that I had been tricked by Mr. Johnson the whole time. The resistance agent I had met was also just part of his joke.

I shook my head and set off back to my store, relieved that I had not gotten into real trouble. It was an evening full of surprises, and I swore to myself that in the future I would always follow the crazy routes if ordered by Mr. Johnson. After all, you never know what kind of adventure you might have.