Nature? No thanks

Chris had done it. He’d found the perfect soil mixture for a plant to grow and thrive in a chemically toxic environment like theirs. It’s first ever so tiny leaf was peeking through the dirt. Bright green of nature no less than a divine vision! He wanted to cry in joy and show it to everyone but his mind for some reason advised him against it. Even an antidote can be lethal in the wrong hands. Chris transferred the plant to his lunchbox and made for Madam Bracknell’s cabin. She was the only one he trusted completely.
“Isn’t it a little too early for lunch?” asked a colleague as he checked the time on his wristwatch .
“It’s my meds, have to to take them on time,” he lied as he pushed a button in the elevator.
If Madam Bracknell wondered why Chris was at her cabin at 9 AM, lunchbox in hand, she chose not to show it. “Yes?” she said as she looked above her reading glasses.
Chris lay his lunchbox open, revealing the plant, expecting an overjoyed response. When he got none he tried to evoke one with words. “Madam Bracknell, we won’t have to eat all that plastic nonsense, we can grow fruits and vegetables now. I found the right proportion and kind of soil mixture!”
Madam Bracknell turned the blinders on of her cabin walls which were made of transparent glass. “Very well done Chris. You’re a genius!” she said as she picked up the lunchbox for inspection. Bracknell pressed a button, the wall opened a secret shelf, she placed the lunchbox next to several other plants. Chris had never seen so much green in all his life. He opened his mouth to ask, she answered before that. “There’s one tiny problem, you see these plants here Chris? They are counter productive to our nation. They are the solution. We are not looking for one right now. We need people to keep hoping, this will destroy it.”
