it was his birthday, too
“What’s it doing.”
“I don’t think it’s doing anything.”
“What do you mean it’s not doing anything?”
“It’s not doing anything, it’s just sitting there.”
“Does it look like anybody’s in it?”
“Don’t even know if there’s an inside for anybody to be in.”
“Well look for windows.”
“You could look, you know, it’s not shooting at us.”
“You were already looking so I’m just asking you if there were windows.”
“I did not see any windows.”
“Are you calling the police?”
“Yea.”
“open mommy”
“Wha- BOBBY!”
“Bobby, no! Get back from there.”
“Bobby, you can not sneak off like”
“What the hell…”
“Is that thing making noise?”
“Pop! pop! pop!”
—is Nathan Reynolds. I was born to Nathan and Sally Reynolds on September 20, 1988 in Albany, New York. I am, as of this recording, 37 years old. I am one of the last two-hundred humans alive. If you’ve found the transport and can understand me, than we guessed right, and there’s still a chance. If it’s already too late, if they’re already here, then I’m sorry.
“37? That can’t be right-”
“Shh shh shh just listen”
—ago, on December 19th in the year 2012, Earth was invaded by an alien race. By this race.
“Oh geez what is that supp-”
“SHH”
—where they came from or why they came here, but with twenty-four ships they killed off almost the entire human race within two years. There were only a few thousand of them against seven-and-a-half billion of us, but they had technology we couldn’t imagine, and as a planet we were completely unprepared for an invasion like this.
“What is this, what was that thing supposed-”
“Would it kill you to listen.”
—losing. We’re dying. So this is our last chance. We don’t know if this will work, or if it will even go back far enough, but we have to hope that this will arrive early enough to give you time to prepare. We’ve included what pieces of their tech we could find.
“This is some kind of gimmick. Has to be”
—weapons, armor, power supplies, and a few things we don’t know what to do with. Most of them are safe to handle, but there are three that require special care.
“Neil, don’t get too close.”
“I’m not gonna touch anything, I’m just looking.”
—yellow sphere just below this display. They use it like a shield, but when it’s activated it burns through everything it touches as it expands, and we haven’t found a way to form it around things like they can. The range extends from a few feet to around three miles, with no noticeable loss in strength.
“This has gotta be a hoax. There’s gotta be some kind of camera here.”
“Oh Christ, don’t actually touch anything. Did you not hear him?”
“I could hear it if you’d stop yelling over it!”
“All I’m— Bobby, no! Put that down right now!”
—strapped to the inside lip of the transport.
“Oh shit, what’s it-”
“Bobby put it down! Neil!”
“What’s it doing? Bobby, let go!”
—come into physical contact with your skin. It
“What?”
—whoever it touches
“What the hell’s it— Bobby it’s ok don’t cry, just give daddy the”
—be removed without killing the host.
“Oh god, Neil I think it’s hurting him get it off get it”
“What the hell did it just say?”
—alien we’ve faced uses one. It’s designed for their bodies
“AH SHIT it just stung me!”
—can learn to respond to a human host.
“Oh my god what’s it doing to him it’s digging into him oh god get it”
“I can’t touch it AH GOD dammit”
“Get it off get it off it’s killing him”
—one of all three, is the transport itself. These transport crates are capable of
“Bobby look at daddy can you look at daddy, shit he’s having a seizure or something”
“Where did it go?”
—through space instantaneously. We’ve rigged
“Where’d it go, Neil where is it”
“Shit it went into his back, I don’t feel anything. Bobby? Bobby!”
—travel back, but it will also burn out its power supply entirely. There is nothing you have
“Is he breathing? Oh god he’s not”
“He’s breathing he looks fine now, I mean he’s breathing he just won’t wake up. Bobby?”
—anything that can refuel this. In sending this transport back, if it does make it, we have killed ourselves.
“What the hell-”
“What just happened to our son. Neil, what just happened”
—finds itself in, but in doing so ours will cease to exist. We will cease to exist. Either that, or we’ve destroyed the universe.
“What did this thing do to our son. Bobby, wake up.
“He’s not”
“Bobby wake up”
—we can accept that fate. If this brings you any chance of surviving, we accept that fate.
“Oh god what did it”
—Good luck.
