Topic: Xeno Syndicated: The Quantam Exponent
The following text was retrieved by imperial archaeologists in year 984 of the Danaiian calender from planet 3 of the 54:45 system of the Milk Way galaxy, a planet referred to in the text itself as planet 'Earth' of the 'Solar System'. The authorship is believed to be of a human from a period estimated to be the equivalent of the year 432 of the Danaiian calender. The exact period of authorship is unclear however, due to evidence of temporal flux at the archaeological site.
The Quantam Exponent: Entry 001
Even though I hope at least someone back home will find out about this, I doubt anyone will believe it. I wouldn't usually care, but people back home on Earth have got to hear about this for their own safety. I mean they just don't know what's in store for them in the future, and something has got to be done to change human destiny. At least I think so.
Anyway, what's happened is that I somehow finally got myself from out of the clutches of those [] xenos. It's probably all an accident that I was able to. In any case, I'm free, and sitting here in a partaxian monastery on a planet in some nowhere star system in Andromeda writing all this out so that the governments of Earth back home in 2008 can know what the [] is happening out here in the wider universe.
I suppose it is long past the year 250,000 AD by the Earth dating system. Now, I haven't lived all that time. I was, of course, taken here to this time period by some Quantam who recruited me into all this bullshit with the Xeno Syndicate, and then [] off to who knows where or when. The fact is, I don't really have a clue when this is. All I know is that these partaxian wizards claim they can send a message back to 2008 for me. Apparently, they can only send it once every 8 hours (that's only 4 and a half universal minutes, I'm told - don't ask me about how it's all converted. I have no [] clue). Anyway, I have to wait until sun-up before they can send it off for whatever reason.
So what I figure is that since I'm not planning on going anywhere for a while, I'll just start at the beginning and get it all out so that maybe people back home might find it not only useful in averting the future slavery of the human species, but also, perhaps, a little entertaining, too.
So here it goes. It all started back when I was a short-term trading weanie in New York in 2008. I was riding home on the subway after losing big on the market that day. Oil prices were simply absurd, futures on food were skyrocketing, while commodities were plummeting, and the US economy was heading into widening inflationary gap. But I guess if you're reading this you already know that. The point is that I had pissed away $50,000 of my own money that day, never mind the $400,000 I had lost for the firm (it was a small investment-banking outfit on 23rd and 9th operating out of a dingy office built in like the 1500's or something). Anyway, I was deciding whether to get off at the Brooklyn Bridge, and take a walk out over it, jump, and off myself.
So I was sitting there on the subway thinking along those lines when this really pasty-looking white bum started staring right at me. He was really sickly-looking, as if he lived in the subway system and never went above ground or anything. He was looking directly at me all, and I sort thought to myself, What the hell are you looking at, freak? Then, I distinctly heard the words, You, you sorry-assed good for nothing short term trading weanie who's about to kill himself over a bad day at the office. - or at least it was something like that; I can recall exactly what the bastard said to me at first.
Now, as you can imagine, was pissed, and so I stood up and yelled at him, "What did you say to me old man?"
But then I heard something to the effect of, You know what I said, and you know I'm speaking to you in your mind. Sit back down and watch. At the next stop, I'll get off the train and drop a brochure. Follow me and pick it up. Pick it up and call the cellphone number on the front. I'm going to wink at you now to prove you're really hearing me.
He was just staring at me the whole time, lips not moving a bit. And then he winked, too.
I just sat there in a kind of trance. I mean, what are you supposed to think when something like that happens. Anyway, the next stop was the one for the bridge, and so when the old man got up, I followed. When he dropped the brochure, I picked it up. It was for some telepathy convention in Las Vegas. Then I lost the bastard in the crowd. But I did call the number when I found a pay phone that worked (I'd smashed my mobile phone to bits earlier in the day).
To cut a long story short, I didn't end up going off and offing myself off the bridge. Instead, I ended up meeting the people I talked to on the phone at that convention in Las Vegas. I mean they sent an e-ticket to me and everything. I never really did acknowledge the reality of the whole telepathic exchange I had had on the subway with that guy until long after. I kept thinking it was all just a coincidence or something. I suppose you could say I was in a sort of dream-like state for a few weeks. I later found out that that's how it usually works when the Xeno Syndicate recruit telepaths. You don't really believe its real, even while you're going through the training scenarios. It's some sort of thought-dampening field they use on you right from the start.
. Kinda seems like spam from afar. Wouldn't it be better to just post all of it in one place?
