The Halloween Letter

In 1985, on Halloween, the FBI gets a letter in the mail. Their choice they make to give creedence to the letter or ignore it will impact the world in 2015.

The letter arrived with the rest of the day's incoming mail, about two in the afternoon. It was the day of Halloween, 1985. Administrator Officer Reinhardt collected it from the box and was distributing it accordingly until he paused in the middle of ASAC row, the line of offices for the four Assistant Special Agents in Charge and the Special Agent in Charge Allen.  
He couldn't bother Special Agent in Charge Allen with a letter, he never got letters. He didn't have a mail slot in the door to his corner office which offered views of the Golden Gate Bridge. Reinhardt walked to the third office on the left, Agent Walker, a comely woman who spoke to him as an equal.

"Got a letter addressed to Special Agent In Charge Allen," Reinhardt said as he knocked on the partially opened office door.

"From whom?" Walker asked. Reinhardt moved in. 

"Doesn't say."

He handed the letter to her and she didn't hesitate. She tore the envelope open and began reading it. Reinhardt didn't know whether to stay or leave. Then Agent Walker threw her head back in laughter.

"What is it?" Asked Reinhardt. Walker did not reply. She kept laughing as she carried the two-paged letter into ASAC row and down the hallway to the bulletin board in the common area. She plucked a thumbtack from the board and re-jabbed it into the two pages of dot-matrix printing paper, the hole-strips from the sides already torn at their perferrated edge and discarded. 

"Happy Halloween everybody," she said cynically.

Reinhardt leaned in to the two pages hanging from the board and read the letter. This is what it said:

Dear Special Agent in Charge Allen,

I am Dr. Kind. I once ran a laboratory near Palo Alto, CA which worked to apply a proven theory regarding nuero-cellular partical-dispensing codecs. We called it the Nuero Cell, a machine we created that could fit inside a blood cell. 

These tiny machines are released into the bloodstream and eventually reach the brain, where the nano-particles are dispensed and the subject becomes controllable, programmable, like a computing machine at NASA. However, since these computing machines lack the power to program our Nuero Cell, we must wait for technology to advance. We believe some day every citizen will have their own, personal computing machine, capable of connecting with the others through a network of information. There are companies already moving toward this.

Tonight, October 31, 1985, we will feed Nuero Cells to at least 1000 children in the San Fransisco area via candy. Next year we will do the same and the next and so on until we have a solid case-study. Then, on Halloween night, in the year 2015, I, or my successor will be able to write a computer code that will allow us to control the subjects who swallowed the candy. We will simply type in a command, and they will do it. 

These children will be adults by then. If you do not reply to this letter, fail to meet our demands or refuse to give creedence to my theories, Halloween night of the year 2015 will be the bloodiest night in human history. We will command mothers to kill their daughters, fathers to kill their sons. We will control the police, the clergy, businessmen, housewives and even Doctors. Every child that eats from my candy bucket tonight will grow into an adult, capable of whatever carnage we can imagine.

Your Move,

Dr. Strange

Reinhardt finished reading the letter and turned around. By then, the other agents were curious, gathered around him like flies. He chuckled to them.

"That's funny," he said as he made his way through the crowd, away from the board and back to his work. "Happy Halloween."