I wasn't sleeping, but I woke up.
Not from a dream. Into one.
The mission had already begun.
I saw 2100.
I was standing in a kitchen, holding a box of Frosted Flakes, and I started crying. Sugar-coated corn. Bright blue cardboard. A tiger surfing on a wave of milk. "Mission Tiger: over 1 million kids helped." What a joke.
In 2100, millions starve in months. The lucky ones receive standardized blue packs of processed corn, distributed by what remains of the United Nations. Livestock feed, reformulated for human survival. No tiger. No milk wave. Those million kids inherited a world no cereal box ever promised them.
There are no tigers in 2100. Not on boxes. Not in the wild. No birds to hear. No squirrels to see. Sheep only to dream of.
I was sent back to change that future.