I was recently contacted by a young Yellow-1 agent named Lucas and asked to clarify the source of my apprehension regarding the strange sounds in Kiev this past August and the "it has come" playlist. The correspondence has taken a direction that I didn't anticipate.
I will post my replies over the coming weeks, omitting the agent's emails for privacy's sake. May you find them enlightening.
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Lucas,
In my officially unofficial capacity as "Globe Trotting Mad Scientist" I'm frequently afforded quite a bit of latitude when it comes to what I can or cannot say. I'm free to drop hints, foreshadow, and otherwise make vague reference to what is going on. They get a little irritated at me, but ultimately it's understood that my doing so advances our cause more often than not.
When it comes to specifics, however, it's often against the best interest of... all concerned... for me to send intimate details. There are a great number of fates worse than death, Lucas, that befall those who talk to much. I should know. I've invented and tested quite a few of them myself.
Normally I'd leave it at that, not wanting to spend my remaining years in a hell beyond all imagining. (I sincerely hope that, as my compatriots believe, there is no afterlife. If there is we're in trouble.)
Your timing, however, is fortuitous.
We've just finished a large disinformation campaign where the noises heard the world over have been explained away as deep-drilling projects, rocket experiments (people always buy that one), and in one case a malfunctioning piece of equipment in a steel plant. Local news outlets have picked up the stories and run with them. More conspiratorially-minded individuals have been inundated with dozens of random ideas from tectonic plate shifting to cosmic storms to increased solar activity. They seem happy with these ideas despite the freely available public data clearly demonstrating that things are normal in those areas.
Remember Lucas: never pester the public with the "facts". They'll hate you for it. Even if I were to send a press release explaining the true cause of all of this, it would now be dismissed as crackpot propaganda.
This allows me to be a little more frank on the subject.
Besides, the honest truth is that it's been so long since I've been honest I'm... well, hungry for the experience. Something about the current apocalypse is bothering me in a much more personal way than normal. Maybe this is what they're referring to when they talk about "conscience"... or maybe I'm just tired of never being able to take full credit for my work.
Since I'm not currently operating in an official agent-facing capacity (do they still call them "agents"? or is it "operatives" these days?) I can't ask you to keep anything I say private... and frankly I don't care to. Feel free to share anything I send you with anyone. I know that there's always someone looking over my shoulder, even if they want me to believe they aren't reading my emails. So if I tell you something I shouldn't, it will be as if I've told the world as far as they're concerned... and at that point it will be the last thing I ever write.
I'll toe the line as best I can.
Tonight I am tired beyond my capacity to type further, but I'll get back to you soon. Think of specific questions in the meanwhile, that will help.
Regards,
Sirus
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