Somewhere up norht

This might comes to a surprise to you but you are alive. Look around this room, there is fire crackling although I don’t seem to hear it or smell it. Maybe it’s temporarily. There is that big man in that large chair working on that tiny laptop. Where did I see that machine before?
You are awake at last. He murmurs when he turns around. Can I get you anything? His eyebrows rise a bit. What a curiosity it must be. I might want something.
Am I dad?
Of course not. You are safe. We found you just outside the town three days ago.
I slept for three days or, I wonder worst. What if they have done something to me, some experiments? What would a town be out here for anyway if not for experimenting. That fact that he was fidgeting with my laptop, I can see from the desktop picture it is mine, sets me suspicious even more so.
You were drifting in and out of consciousness remaining delirious. One of my associates cared for you. I have been busy and not much good at taking care of people myself.
What are you doing with my stuff? I try to sit up in order to look a bit menacing with a hint of authority although my attempt I feel futile in his presence in the small room.
This? Pointing at the machine, You only had this on you, inside your coat, you must have left the rest of the bag somewhere, I was trying to figure out who are you so we can contact someone, relatives. That’s why I dropped.
Todd. I am Todd Cameron but I don’t think you will find anything on that.
Hello Todd. He offers his hand, I am Nic. Pleased to meet you.
So can I get anything for you. Another blanket, perhaps a cup of tea before you eat something?
That would be nice. With two sugar please and well, thanks for saving my life.
Not at all, not at all but we don’t have any sugar, I’m sorry.
Really? No bother. Where are we by the way?
He pours my tea and hands the cup over with a broad but somehow smirky smile. He looks into the fire, probably thinking the answer for my question reigniting my suspicion this is some secret research centre. I am curious however what he may answer and give him time, following his eyes looking at the fire while mentally examining my body. Is it all intact? Is there anything missing, does anything feels damaged beyond repair but I cannot sense such apart from the shivering that seems to be coming from the inside of my bones and the burning aches that I allocate to frost bites. Will they let me go?
Why do you have a fake fire? He only got out a syllable of his answer when I interrupt him with my discovery. That broad smile again.
If you look behind the bed you can see we have central heating around here.
So you do. I always imagined up north people would be out chopping wood, feeding their fires winter long.
It gets boring you know and we don’t always have time for it. In fact we are too busy for such daily inconveniences most of the time.
The door flings open and a fairly short man bursts in the room.
Nic! Nic you must come and see the – he bites the rest of the sentence and takes a couple of steps back eyes fixed on me.
So you are awake then? What were you doing out there? Alone? With that?
I glance at the laptop then Nic gathering myself to answer but I don’t get to speak
What was it Edmond? If it can wait come back in half an hour otherwise we should go. By the way, this is Todd
It cannot wait. Erg, Pleased to meet you Todd. I am, he said already, Edmond. Will you excuse us and I will take the boss for a few minutes.
That’s all right. I will drink my tea.
They leave and I am left wondering, resting. How did this happen? I left the camp using the directions they gave me. I should have hit the road and from there a settlement soon enough. You idiot, after six months in the woods you still get lost using a simple map and a compass. But why is this place here? How far did I wonder before getting here? Or have they found me out there? Am I kidnapped? I get out of bed and wrapping the blanket around my shoulder I walk to the window where I slowly move the curtain to the side.
I gasp.
Breathless I see a metropolis. There is no snow. My eyes are caught by a flickering neon light about 15 stories down on the tower block across the street. I recognise some Chinese characters on it.
Would you care to take a seat?
Where am I? What is this place? I won’t move an inch till you tell me what’s going on.
Sit down! Please.
I sit and look back at the window only to see light snow falling gently on the roofs of two story wooden buildings. I stand up and walk to the window again.
What’s going on here? Is this some sort of joke?
I wait, we wait. I breathe normally again after a couple of minutes staring at the falling snow and obscurely short people rushing around outside. I glance at the man, Nic quickly and a terrible suspicion explodes in me but my eyes are back on the window. Still the same view.
Will you sit now please? Now there you go. Another cup of tea?
Are you...
I am. And you so far the only man on earth who managed to walk into this village, who could find it.
But what was that outside the window? That wasn’t here. It looked like, I hesitate, it looked like –
Shanghai.
Shanghai?!
I have my office building also in shanghai occupying the top 2 stories of an office tower. Of course I do. What did you expect? We make all those toys out here? And what would those fine European environmentalists say to that? How about EU regulations and international acts on the rights of indigenous people?
Shanghai? I cannot digest the information. Are you Chinese?
No I am not. Although I may well be but as far as I am aware I am German and pretty old. How did you find us? You are an anthropologist. We found a couple of articles about a missing researcher. Are you here to find us?
No. I was with the nomads for about 6 months and got lost on my way back to civilization. But how did we get to Shanghai?
It’s not important now. I request a small favour from you...
I am afraid to answer. At least it isn’t a secret Russian research centre. Part of me is screaming it is far worst though. Santatown. I grow suspicious again, this may well be an experiment or some stupid practical joke but there isn’t anything I can do to gain control of the situation. So what the hack? Go with it. Ok I am listening.
Our way of living, the elves way of life is disappearing altogether. Santatown since I moved production has been on rapid economic decline. Alcoholism and agaric mushroom abuse is on all time high. The elves are selling off their properties to rich Chinese secret agents as holiday resorts. The shanty town in the outskirts is growing every day. I need someone to record our culture before it is completely wiped out by the increasing demand for us and maybe, only maybe, if you up for such task I need help reinventing Santatown.
I’m in, I say and don’t really know why I am saying this. The guy is nuts for sure or he really is Santa. Maybe we are being recorded and I will be watched for fun or showed at universities on psychology. But hey, I’m alive. Or maybe I am about to die but at least I go down believing I am the saviour. I smile nodding and Nic visibly feeling more relaxed returns the smile.
I’m definitely up for the job