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TOP SECRET

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NOFORN, WININTEL, HUMINT

SPECIAL COMPARTMENTALIZED

INFORMATION: PROJECT INTERTWINE

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Transcript 08:21:16:00.2 (machine transcript human verification top secret compartmentalized information)

I gave a very short account in my deposition to Renz Ventures. No, I don’t have a copy of it. Per instructions, I didn’t tell them very much. I said it was like a foreign encyclopedia—

What?

My boss was Tina Tompkins, the President of the United States.

I’m not sure . . . How much have they told you? I had been an embedded asset for two years, working at Columbia University like a real professor, because I was a real professor. But on tap for missions, okay? I was a combat veteran, went South for two tours to fight the Cartels, and then I got my master’s under the GI bill, so the CIA recruited me. Got me the job at Columbia, which there is no way otherwise I could get.

That’s you guys? “The Company”? Is that who I’m talking to? Tompkins was going to be out of office by the time I got back, so my report was supposed to go directly to her successor, whoever that turned out to be. But with the rough changeover, I guess I am talking to you guys instead? I do not know who knows about this, about me and the mission. I do not know how my name got in front of Igbal Renz as a candidate. I assume Tompkins had an asset in his organization, maybe at the highest levels, but when you break the spiderweb, it’s not easy to know how the threads were once connected, okay? I don’t have that information.

I had only ever done one mission before, and it was just carrying a briefcase across town. Maybe that was training? Or maybe a true operational action, who knows. Then nothing for more than a year, just waiting. Good soldier, waiting. But then my handler showed up at my office one day, no warning, with several other people I did not know. I signed a stack of classified documents, and the next thing you know, I’m on a helicopter to the White House lawn.

The mission was simple, to determine (1) whether these aliens exist, (2) whether they represent a threat to the security of the United States, and (3) whether and how the US government could contact them directly. The pay was good: double my CIA stipend for the two years I’d be gone, plus my Columbia salary, plus the money Renz Ventures was offering, which was substantial. So, a lot of money. But that is not why I said yes. Why? I mean, patriotism, obviously, and curiosity for myself, to meet . . . Well, I don’t think it’s very mysterious, why a person would want to be a part of something. Can I serve my government, and myself, and maybe even Renz Ventures at the same time? Not even a cover story—except for the Company association, I told people exactly who I was. I suppose that is why assets are embedded in places, so that reality and the cover are the same story.

Anyway, so, answers: the Beings exist, all right. Can the government talk to them? Short of building your own starship and your own antimatter core, I do not see how that would be possible. They don’t exactly talk over shortwave radio. I kept hearing how advanced and proprietary that starship was, also, the engine and other features, so I think doing this without Renz would be operationally challenging.

Are they a threat? The Beings? In and of themselves, I do not see how they could be. I don’t see how they could even want to be, or understand how or why. I did not get the impression they fight amongst themselves, or they have ever encountered anyone in the universe besides us. So, no. Threatening us is not a thing they did.

But I think anyone who talks to them might be, okay? I’ll explain.

It was like an IMAX show with a foreign encyclopedia flashed up on the screen, fast and jumbled. There’s a document called the Voynich manuscript, that’s written in a dead language nobody can translate, and filled with pictures and diagrams no one can interpret. Star charts and extinct plant species, maybe, and lots of tiny naked people. I know, okay? Tiny naked people. Look it up.

It was kind of like flipping through the pages of that. I saw items that looked like math, and items that looked like topo maps or astronomical maps. Some geometrical diagrams, but in . . . this was not a 2D picture, okay? It was . . . I don’t know how to describe it. Our language and perhaps our brains are not configured . . . More than three dimensions? Yes, I would definitely say so. If I understand the question correctly. Do you know what a memory palace is? I think it was developed in the Renaissance by philosophers, but we were encouraged in the infantry to do something similar, to think of important information as locations or exhibits in this memory palace in our mind. It’s a mnemonic tool, to help you associate your memories better. But if you could wander through someone else’s memory palace, I think that would be very confusing, even if this was a human being who you personally knew. But if it is an alien creature that never even had a body . . . You can keep asking me the question. It . . . You . . . I don’t know of a way to explain this to you. Saying more things about it is not going to make it clear. If you think you are understanding me, I think probably you are mistaken. IMAX screen, encyclopedia, memory palace, hypertext. How about assembly instructions for Ikea furniture? Except there is nothing physical in the images, and that is not correct, either. None of these associations are literal, my friend. It was information in some form, being communicated in a flawed manner. You can write that down in your notes.

I heard voices, too. I would estimate approximately fifty voices, although it is difficult to be certain. Sometimes speaking all at once, like a chorus, and sometimes all different in a crowd murmur. I felt I could almost understand them at certain moments, but not quite. I can tell you they sounded enthusiastic, friendly, welcoming, and . . . I suppose you would say “surprised.” Like this encounter was amazing to them. It literally was to me.

In addition, I heard what I would describe as faint music in the background. Something similar to music, although not audible, per se. I suppose “vibrations” would be a more accurate term. It was purposeful, okay? It was communicating something. Everything was a communication sculpted for our benefit. These Beings know a lot, but not necessarily about the universe as we know or can perceive. And they do not know us very well, or how to talk.

But that was me: good soldier, mediocre professor, and maybe a mediocre embedded asset as well. I am sorry I can’t be more helpful. But these other human beings out there with me, who knows what they saw or learned? And maybe they shared it with Renz Ventures and maybe they did not. I certainly did not. Was I the only one on that spaceship with a hidden agenda?

I will tell you, each and every person who was there is a potential security threat, especially Igbal Renz, and there could be dangerous knowledge loose in the world. What do I mean? Okay, what if it is something primordial and fundamental to the operation of the universe? Would you want somebody walking around with that knowledge? Or dangerous pieces of that? Renz Ventures already possesses a way to make this antimatter in large quantities, and I know our government is afraid of that. And there is the tralphium that comes from the Moon, for very cheap electricity. But what if these things are tiny blips?

There could be information loose in the world, much more dangerous than anything we have previously imagined.


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