The Helper led all the victims towards the controller's office, which seemed to be taking really long.

"You must be really glad you were selected for this." The Helper asked, after a long silence.

"Why should we?"

"You have played a part to save the world!" The Helper exclaimed.

"Whatever." Davis rolled his eyes.

"I know it must be hard for you and you're angry with Mr. Contraire, but as you know, it is necessary." The Helper explained.

Davis didn't respond. He had heard this controlling explanation a bunch of times before he was taken, though it never satisfied him. Ruining ten years of people's lives; how can this be for good? Surely, there would be more ways to control the world.

They finally reached the controller's office. The Helper pressed his thumb on a fingerprint scanner. The device buzzed for a moment, then a door slid open.

Mr. Contraire's office was exactly what Davis had expected; a lot of machines, switches, dials and two chairs opposite each other with a desk between them. A chair slowly turned around and in it was seated a bald man with a pale complexion wearing black glasses: Controller Contraire.

"Welcome, sleepers." He said, in a voice which made all the sleepers shudder.

Mr. Contraire then explained how this all was required, though all the victims had heard it a thousand times.

"Ok, so now you all are going back to your families." Mr. Contraire announced after his speech.

Davis breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he was going to meet his family.

"Helpers!" Mr. Contraire cried out.

A number of robots whizzed into the room. All the victims stepped back, startled by their sudden arrival.

"Follow my Helpers. They will take you back to your family." Mr. Contraire said.

"Which one of you is Davis?" Mr. Contraire questioned. "You can't go back to your family."

"I am." Davis stammered.

"You can't go back to your family."

"W..why sir?"

"Your family has died." Mr. Contraire said with a sigh.