I'll never forget.

That day the whole street was plunged into chaos.

City transport stopped the police powerless.

That smell.

Hundreds of different flavors spread throughout the block.

It all began when someone called 1000 deliveries to the same address at the same time.

What?

But first things first.

Why would anyone do that way all?

Get hungry.

Don't feel like cooking.

But more realistically say, your caterer didn't show up at your wedding.

Oh, dozens of mouths to feed.

What else can you do but order delivery?

You can imagine anything but the real reason on that fateful day.

Well, we'll get there.

Requesting 1000 pizzas from the same pizza place around the corner might not work, since they only have so many supplies but ordering food from 1000 different restaurants Totally possible, especially if you live in a big city.

But before you dio beware, I've seen it go wrong.

Very wrong.

You'd have to spend a lot of money not only for the food but the delivery to in some restaurants.

Delivery is free if you order a certain amount, but for most yet ready to pay up in total operation delivery, apocalypse will cost you several tens of thousands of dollars.

Even if you're willing to spend that amount, you'll need a team of 10 people.

Let each one order ah 100 deliveries this time Tomorrow, Friday at 10 a.m. 321 confirmed purchase The next morning, 9 a.m. The alarm clock wakes you for yet another day of delivering food around the city.

You grab a quick breakfast and hop on your electric scooter.

You launch your delivery out to see if you have any orders.

You have several to choose from and you pick the closest Naturally you pop into the restaurant.

They packed the food in your backpack and you head to the first address.

Thanks to your trusty scooter, you managed to make two deliveries in 30 minutes.

The APP send you information about the 3rd 1 at 10 a.m. A strange sense of foreboding tells you not to do this one, but you click, accept order and go to the restaurant.

They load you up with three bottles of soda and you still can't shake the feeling.

Why would anyone order this from a restaurant for double the price?

Three.

Anxiety is growing but there's no turning back now.

The delivery address is just a few blocks north.

You'll get there in 15 minutes as soon as you step on your scooter to other delivery.

People swiftly sweep past and almost knock you down.

Are you blind?

You shout to them.

You start the scooter and hit the road.

You go through a couple of blocks on Lee to be met by a road closed, so you'll have to make a detour.

Else you'll be late.

You turn into an alley to go around.

You don't even notice several more people with delivery backpacks walking in this alley.

And here are a couple on skateboards and one on roller blades.

The lane ends and you exit onto the main street where the delivery address is marked.

What you see makes you slow down and finally grasped the situation.

Something's not right.

Hundreds of couriers with huge backpacks occupy the entire street.

Dozens of bicycles, mopeds, scooters, whole traffic jam is formed on the road from delivery cars passing couriers, air pushing, you onlookers air recording everything on their phones.

Cyclists nearly crash into each other.

Skateboarders fall.

Everyone's getting irritated.

You climb onto a car parked nearby to see where all this food is being delivered.

A large skyscraper rises at the end of the street, the tallest building among several blocks around it houses the offices of different companies.

You realize that you and the others have the same delivery addressed.

Maybe one of those firms is having a huge corporate party for their boss's birthday, So they ordered a bunch of food.

But why didn't they make one large scale order for work with a catering company?

You can't help but think you decide that it's better to wait for the storm to pass.

But intuition tells you that if you deliver the order on time, or maybe even be the first than something special will happen, maybe this is some kind of task.

Or maybe you just have a colorful imagination.

Thanks to all those movies you watch, you remember the road repair and how you decided to go through the alley.

You go back to that place and find an open sewer hatch there without thinking twice you fold your scooter and climb down.

Fortunately, nobody noticed you, and now you can deliver this food easily.

It's filthy of course, rats run past your feet.

The smell is unbearable.

You accelerate on your scooter here.

Other courier screaming over you.

The sound of car horns, broken glass panic.

You're looking at a map on your phone.

It shows that you're right under the building.

Now you find the stairs, climb up, push the hat Here in the parking lot, you try to clean yourself up and head inside.

Ah, Guard stops you with the entrance.

You explain the situation to them and they let you through.

Finally, you're inside the first delivery person to make it.

You look out the window.

A wave of 1000 couriers is approaching the building.

You go up the elevators with a satisfied smile on your face.

You check your app.

You need the 50th floor office number 50 37.

Elevator arrives full of people inside, but they quickly leave the cabin because, well, you still smell like sewage.

But you don't care.

You feel like a winner.

Who's about to get a grand prize.

You look at the clock 9 56 AM The elevator stops on the 50th floor, your knees air shaking with excitement and curiosity.

There's a very long quarter ahead with offices on each side.

50 35 50 36.

Finally, 50 37.

You take a deep breath and not delivery, you shout.

Nobody answers doors open by themselves.

Hesitant.

You step inside anyway.

It's a spacious room with white walls.

There's almost no furniture, very minimalistic and hearing a big light bulb hangs from the ceiling.

Sun rays air lighting the office through panoramic windows.

You walk over to them and see that the courier's air bursting into the building.

What's going on out there?

A man's voice breaks through the silence and startles.

You seems to be coming from the other side of an interior wall in the room.

Utter chaos.

But I managed to outwit them all.

You declare proudly.

You slowly approached the wall, put the sodas in the middle of the room, plays you, set the bottles on the floor and wait a few seconds.

Trying to get a glimpse of this strange character I paid online, Tip included.

You can go, the voice answers.

You're confused.

Look, you realize that there won't be any super prize.

Your efforts were meaningless.

A little angry.

You head for the accent with your hand, just about to turn the door handle.

You feel you have the right to more answers.

Why did you create this delivery chaos?

Do you realize what you've done?

The voice answers from behind the wall.

I needed to know it was research to know what What kind of research?

You ask again.

What happens if you call 1000 food delivery?

People toe one plates.

The voice answers.

The bulb in the center of the room lights up.

You notice a huge logo on the wall, that's all, the man says matter of factly.

And with that, you leave the office.

Who?

The dark side of delivery.

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