I’ve been told not to editorialize the initial statement in any way, so here it is exactly:
- The contract has been broken.
- A viable specimen has failed to be rendered.
- We withdraw our support.
By “We,” I mean the Arcturians. Technically this isn’t a message to us, but the powers of the earth’s “realm” as a whole, so likely some form of spirit-creatures of some sort. This is simply the due reporting on the contract’s termination, as I have been informed that the actual termination was already communicated directly. This is to ensure that any documentation requirements (I’ve been told it must be “searchable,” so I presume some manner of advanced AI program via supercomputer will be scraping this up and, well, preserving it in perpetuity for records) are met in the event of any dispute regarding the termination of said contract.
So yes, I’m basically a galactic process server, or legal aide, or mail carrier, here to deliver documentary proof that this contract termination has been served. This serves as evidence that the termination has been communicated in a form accessible to the affected parties. Why the product needs to be informed is beyond me, but I’m not going to pretend I understand the legal intricacies of an alien species far beyond ours.
After agreeing to actually come on and talk about this on the Paranaughtica Podcast, I got treated to a bit of a “mission briefing” from seemingly not just my guide but an entire supervisory group of sorts in charge of ensuring I truly “got” the message. The entire room was covered in a wall of green, hexagonal shapes that flowed downward and morphed in a pattern, appearing as some manner of instrumental display I was unable to process with my mind.
After that, I got a data dump. So much information it was dizzying. Images, words, history, background information on the contract, a quick admission of their involvement in a humanoid chimera project, a general idea of time manipulation being the support they were providing to said project, what I’m pretty sure was a time manipulation device schematic (but I don’t know how you put the time in the top of the machine or what the diagram was showing happened to it) . . . It was so much, it actually hurt a bit. But that paled in comparison to the write function they were about to engage within my brain in regards to the specific message.
Over and over the information coursed through. “1. The contract has been . . .” etc. Repeatedly. Till my brain felt like it was on fire. I got the impression that they do not hold human intelligence in very high regard. Indeed, perhaps they even underestimate it a tad.
Those three phrases are burnt into my mind. I don’t think I could ever extract them at this point. I’ll lose the ability to talk, and still be able to repeat them. Forever they will remain.