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No. 3910
The creatures all swung around to look at me, twisting their heads awkwardly on joints unseen below their shoulder blades, folding and creasing the skin on the backs of their heads, and cried out at first in outrage and then in sorrow. Their almost perfect ceremony had been undone. The presence around me did not lift however, and grew more irritating, resembling a migraine. I turned my weapon down onto the crowds and they seemed to recognize its significance before I could open fire on them. As the chamber quickly overflowed with the sounds of the snapping and crackling ammunition cooking off and the horrified cries of fear and agony, the strangling air whispered to me. It now manifested stronger inside me and filled my head with words I couldn?t begin to write or speak aloud.
In retrospect I can greatly sympathize with the remote viewer who was first utilized for reconnaissance from the safety of a military installation in the southern United States. Surrounded by nothing but cold concrete and clicking old fluorescent fixtures, he sat down at a small green folding table in a cheap plastic and aluminum chair and reached out into the cosmos, holding in his hand a scrap of tunic from one of the few creatures killed in the Slipgate Complex Attack. With this small piece of cloth alone he managed to pull to him the faintest shapes, sounds and emotions from the plane I was now stranded in. What little he felt he flat out refused to discuss, but the one thing he made clear in his report, which I as a member of the expeditionary force have read, mentioned a single mind that found him too and offered him the most horrible knowledge and revelation in exchange for demands he also didn?t disclose. He did mention that he wasn?t even capable of fulfilling some of the requests while others he wouldn?t under any circumstances even consider. Not only were his reports doubted and ignored, but he became ill to far more than simple ?delusions? as he was diagnosed. The event scarred him and soon became all he ever thought about. He quickly divorced his wife and quit his day job. He wouldn?t write or talk, nor would he entertain himself. He would simply sit around or lie in bed and think about the things he saw and heard a
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