the truth shall set you free
"THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE
Short Story
By
John (Jake) Cosmos Aller
Ever since that fateful night when I was indoctrinated into the “True Knowledge” I have looked at the world in a different light. They say that the "Truth shall set you free". They also say, "Knowing the Truth, the so-called "True Knowledge" usually kills you for as Jack Nicholson so aptly put it, "You want the truth, well you can't handle the truth." Ain't that the truth my friends, and ain't the truth a real first class bitch?
It all went down so fast. After learning the secret history of the last five thousand years, I saw everything in a different, more sinister and dark light. Knowing what I know now - that the end times are close approaching - left me with dread, apprehension and yes paranoia. As Kissinger put it, even "paranoids have real enemies." And boy, does mankind have sinister enemies living amongst us, plotting our utter destruction for thousands of years.
The list of people who have been brought into the conspiracy reads like a list of the most prominent political and business leaders of world history. You often wonder how so many smart people can create such disasters like our current fiasco in the Mideast? Now I know. Nothing happens without a cause. The alien puppet masters from Sirius have been manipulating the world for thousands of years waiting until we had the technological means to destroy our planet so they can retake it for their nefarious plot to enslave all of us, forever and ever. However, I am getting ahead of my story. Let's begin at the beginning of my involvement. After reading my story, you will know the truth. Knowing the truth will either drive you mad, get your foolish ass killed, or give you the knowledge needed to survive the coming horrors.
I work for the government, just one of the army of white-collar “govbots" who float in and out of the Metro system every morning commuting to their jobs with the government and back home to their suburban townhouses. The day my world came crashing down on me began as I picked up a brochure from the "Lyndon LaRouche Group" at the Foggy Bottom Metro in downtown D.C. I commented to my colleagues on the way home that I enjoyed reading it, although I did not believe most of his conspiracy theories but he had a point, many good points. We laughed it off as a big joke.
A few days later I was getting on the train, when a middle age non- descript white man, with brownish hair, about 6 feet talk, dressed like any other middle age white suburban federal employee in a conservative suit and tie - probably on his way home to his suburban home in Virginia, bumped into me. He apologized and slipped me the following note. I saw the note when I got home and connected it with the strange incident at the subway.
The note read, "Lyndon used to work for us. He knows most of the truth but not all of it. When he found out what we were really up to we had to marginize him, discredit him as we do with anyone who gets too close to the truth. We are able to ensure that no one takes his writings seriously. He is a useful idiot though and we feed him disinformation on a regular basis.
My job is to prevent knowledge of the truth; the so-called "true knowledge" gets out. Anyone who appears to be taking his stuff seriously has to be followed and either brought into the game, or neutralized. Be very careful. Our agents are watching you like a hawk and have your internet connections under constant surveillance. Your phone and house is tapped. We have enough already to get you into serious trouble with your bosses as we know you are a dissenter, and don’t buy into the current government propaganda. You are too much of a free thinker for that. The authorities are also monitoring you but for now you are considered safe enough to leave alone.
We know that you like pornography and we know about all of your affairs and we have copies of e-mails you sent to various women with shall we say suggestive comments that could be misconstrued. We have even faked a few photos and video tapes of you engaging in some of your fantasies. By the way, you are a good writer!
Next time we contact you, make sure you come to the meeting spot. I will meet you and explain further. Momentous events are about to happen and you can either be on the inside on the winning team, or on the outside or probably end up dying like most of your fellow human beings. It will be your choice, my friend. We believe that you could be an asset, - you can write persuasively, you can speak persuasively, you have many loyal friends and most importantly, you are probably intelligent enough to know that being on the winning ticket is usually the right choice to make for you and your family. Remember tell no one about this – not even your wife."
Agent Spartacus X
I am of course intrigued and freaked out. I thought of the X files and numerous SF thrillers I had read over the years. I said that this could not be happening must be some sort of vicious joke. In any event, I am intrigued enough to get out the Lyndon pamphlet from the trash and read it. I finally decide to try to sort out what he is saying and come up with the following schematic based on the pamphlet and looking at his web page and other web pages that have similar points of view.
Lyndon posits a grand conspiracy of British and American big bankers working together since the 15th century to dominate the world. The roots of the conspiracy dates back to the Knight Templars of the middle ages, which morphed into the Freemasons, then the fabled Illuminati. They were behind the Opium war as the British Royal family is among the inner circle of the conspiracy.
Most recently, they have been associated with the Council on Foreign Relations, The Bohemian Club, and The Project for a New American Century. They are often now often called the Vulcans or the Neocons. However, the Neocons are just a small American inner circle of a much broader interrelated international conspiracy.
They had almost succeeded in their plans when the Great Depression came along and wiped out most of their plans. In response to the Great Depression, they took advantage of the chaos, engineered the rise of Hitler, Mussolini and Togo, and were working to bring Britain and US into the fold. Their goal – a Pan Germanic-Anglo dominated world fascist system to fight against the evils of Communism and Socialism. They thought that the U.S. would fall into place and eventually Hitler would unite the Germanic and Anglo worlds into a grand empire that would control the world forever. They would run the Empire through charismatic fools like Hitler. They would have continual wars, which are good for business, and they would have periodic depressions to ensure that they can continually buy up their competitors. Franklin Roosevelt disrupted their plans, as did Truman, Kennedy, Carter and Clinton. Nixon, Ford and Bush 1 were part of the Conspiracy. Reagan and Bush 11 were merely useful puppets. Obama is a useful idiot and not part of the conspiracy. Trump is an outlier – and dangerous to their plans. Hillary is part of the conspiracy.
Donald Trump is merely their latest puppet. Their mission is to bring fascism to America and then use America's military muscle to impose Pax Americana on the world. They plan to bring back a Neo-Nazi party to power in Germany and they plan to launch World War 111 against the Islamic world. Once they have secured the Islamic world for the West they will have to take on China and perhaps Russia. India they think they can make a junior partner like Europe and Japan.
That briefly is the Lyndon conspiracy. I still did not buy it. I did not think that any of our leaders were so corrupt and evil. I thought perhaps they were stupid, ignorant and making wrong decisions but I also thought like most Americans that they were genuinely interested in doing the right thing and were looking out for American interests in an increasingly dangerous world. And yes, I considered myself to be a bit of a dissident but I did not want to lose my job so I kept my thoughts largely to myself, my journals, my unpublished poetry and stories.
Therefore, I wrote down what had happened in my journal, and decided to be careful. I thought that perhaps the Lyndon people were trying to scare me in to joining them.
Just to be prudent I kept my journal entry on a diskette that I carried with me at all times. I quit writing anything in my computer that could be compromised. I installed some additional spy ware and did daily checks.
A few more weeks went by. I saw the Lyndon people at the subway and gave them a wide berth. I even denounced one of them in public for being a paranoid conspiracy freak. I wanted to give anyone watching the impression that I did not buy any of their crap.
One day I see Agent Spartacus on the subway. I go up to him and ask him how is doing, acting as if he is a fellow employee that I have not seen in a while. He responds, "Just fine." He then whispers, "Check your phone for a message in 10 minutes." He jumps on the Orange train and I wait for the Blue train. At King Street station, my phone beeps with a message.
"Meet me Friday night at 'Coyote Ugly' at 6 pm. Be on time. We will have a drink there and then find some place we can talk quietly. Be prepared to spend a couple of hours. Your wife will be out of town on business. Remember we are watching you and monitoring you. Good move on your part on writing your journals on diskettes. Bring them unaltered. If you alter them, we will know. BTW, I know you like sushi so we will have sushi in one of our affiliated businesses, sort of a 'safe house' so to speak in Chinatown. Spartacus. We also know what porn you watch, that you like anal sex and oral sex and are not getting enough oral sex with your wife although getting a lot of anal sex. We can arrange a partner for your every need. "
I was freaked out after reading the message. My wife had not mentioned any business trip. I go home and she tells me she has to go out of town on Friday for a weeklong trip to Ft Hood on TDY. My wife was in the military, I was used to her constant TDY's on short notice, and I knew that sometimes she could not tell me what she was really up to as her clearances outranked mine by an order of magnitude. However, how Spartacus knew bothered me. Was my wife part of the conspiracy? I knew that I had to meet him. What he was hinting was monstrous. Moreover, the possibility that my wife was involved even more horrible. I knew if I told her my suspicions, she would laugh it off and tell me to lay off the Science Fiction novels for a while. The possibility that she could be working with them also entered my mind and stayed there like a stubborn weed that would not die. The offer of an extra marital partner turned me on although I knew it was a honey trap and I should turn it down but boy did it turn me.
And if she were part of this conspiracy would she tell me or them? I thought that I could not go to the authorities because it seemed clear that many of the senior officers were part of this dark conspiracy and no one would believe me. I would be dismissed as a nut case, possibly hauled to a psychiatric hospital or just made to disappear or even declared an enemy combatant and sent to Gitmo or some other secret detention center. Since they have also strongly warned me to be quiet I knew the risks would be pretty high so despite my burning desire to talk things over with my wife, I kept quiet.
I went to work and try hard to pretend that nothing is bothering me. A few people noticed that I am not my usual chipper self and I laughed` it off, saying that Angela is out of town and therefore I am usually a bit gloomy when she is on TDY.
Friday night I go to Coyote Ugly. I sit down. Spartacus is not there. A beautiful Korean woman wearing skintight blue jeans, a tank top with long black hair running down her back and lovely almond shaped eyes, and a cute face sits down unasked and tells me that Spartacus sent his regards but could not make it. She would go to dinner with me instead. I am suspicious that some sort of honey trap was being set up against me. I looked around for cameras and surveillance but realized that they would probably be hidden. I resolve to keep my wits about me, not drink and not give into temptation, although when she went off to the restroom her luscious ass tempted me. I starred at her until my eyeballs began to hurt and she knew that I was starting at her world class ass and could not help it.
The old blues standard by Junior Wells, "Everyone Getting Some but Me" starts playing on the jukebox. I listen to my favorite line, "A girl in skin tight pants walk on by, with an ass so fine my eye balls hurt" and I said to myself. "Damn. They are good. They even know that I am an ass man, love the blues and this song in particular, and I love Asian women. Damn."
I pay my bill and Miss Lee and I walk down to China town and enter a sushi place. They seem to know her. We order some sushi. A message comes into my phone.
"Jake. Could not make it. Miss Lee works for me. She will give you a letter. Read it and leave or stay and have fun with her. She will do anything and everything you ever wanted from a woman sexually. She has been instructed to seduce you as a honey pot approach. Not my idea, but my superiors. I would rather play you straight up with the facts. But if you do go with her know that it will be recorded and used against you if you step out of line. On the other hand, she is good and we know what you like as we have read your sex fantasies. You are a good writer, my friend. So if you do it, enjoy. We will meet next week after you read the letter and survive this first test. Spartacus"
I ask Miss Lee in Korean if she knew what was going on. She laughs and said that she was told to give me a letter, and then to show me a good time. She also said that she was told what I liked and wanted me to have her anyway I wanted her.
I thanked her, and asked her for the letter. I take the letter, and then decided to not go forward with the rest of the planned events as I thought showing a little independence might be a good insurance policy. I apologize to Miss Lee. She asked me why I did not want her. I told her that I felt guilty being with her and had to go home. She told me to take her home. I ended up kissing her, and taking her phone number and e-mail address. She told me she knew that she would succeed in seducing me as no one has ever turned her down before. She laughed and said, "You'll see. No one has ever resisted my charms, before the week is over you will be eating my pussy, and your cock will be in my ass and in my mouth. I guarantee it. Read the letter and then decide."
I leave the restaurant and read the letter on the yellow line subway home:
The letter was as follows:
"By now you should be aware of our power and reach. Your wife is part of the conspiracy but not yet a member of the inner circle but we will approach her if you decide to join. We think she would be also an excellent choice. She suggested Miss Lee who is one of our top operatives and one of your wife’s friends. Play along with us and you can have her and you can have a threesome with her and your wife. Your wife says hello and have fun with Miss Lee.
However, each approach is different as you can well imagine. By now, you either have decided to have a good time with Miss Lee or have decided to decline in a mistaken impression that showing a little independence would be a good move. Either way would result in the same thing – either you will have some great sex which we will film or we will take pictures of you and Miss Lee and morph them into a nice porno movie which we will send to your wife, your boss and your security folks one week from today unless you agree to the following:
Meet me Sunday night at the sushi place. Bring flowers for Miss Lee. If you turn her down, she will be miffed, as she does not take rejection lightly. She is determined to seduce you, you know. You were the first to turn her down. Took a lot of guts to do that. Oh well.
When we meet, I will then tell you the whole story. You can then go with Miss Lee or not. Your choice but remember the video is already being produced so you might as well enjoy her while you can. We have lots of work to do soon so I have to bring you in sooner than we usually do. Consider Miss Lee as a reward for joining. First of many as the members of the inner circle can have anything they want and will after D-day. Join us in being masters of the universe. D day is coming soon."
Spartacus
I call her up and she comes over and strips and tells me to eat her then she will let me have her ass. As I go down on her she tells me she is my wife’s secret lesbian lover and they were planning to surprising me with a threesome on my birthday. I have the best oral sex and anal sex of my life as she is just perfect in bed.
I wanted to call my wife and confront her over Miss Lee but I was not at all sure she was telling me the truth. I knew all my wife’s friends and she had never mentioned Miss Lee. And my wife having a lesbian lover on the side while a big turn on for me seem sort out character for my wife. And she would have told me knowing how much that would have turned me on. So I suspected that Miss Lee did not know my wife but then again it seems she knew my house. Perhaps she was part of the surveillance team?
Sunday evening, I meet Miss Lee at the restaurant. I give her flowers and we have dinner. She is flirting up a storm and I was looking forward to round two and the subsequent threesome.
Spartacus shows up and the mood turns serious. Miss Lee is now totally professional and serious. The flirting was all an act of course and she was a true professional. Spartacus looks tired. He takes me into the back room and begins his tale of woe. I listen and don't want to believe any of it. It was so monstrous and evil but I knew he was telling the truth. And boy the truth did not set me free let me tell yah.
Spartacus starts off,
"Lyndon was one of our operatives. He was a rising star, but had an attack of guilt and left us. We debated whether to kill him or not. I suggested that we let him go, discredit him but use him as bait. Anyone who reads his stuff can be identified and those who show signs that they believe it and might be persuaded to join us we could recruit. The others can be eliminated. So we persecuted Lyndon, made him look like a paranoid idiot and we kept feeding him disinformation which he would disseminate.
What he writes about is only part of the truth and is the most visible, most documented part of the story and mostly true with some disinformation in it. For example, Lyndon misunderstood Hitler's rise to power. Hitler was a stooge, a "useful fool" in Lenin's phrase and Lenin and Stalin were part of our inner circle as was Mussolini and Togo. Roosevelt was our enemy as has been most of the Democratic leadership. That's why we are hard at work to destroy the Democratic Party and install a right wing republican one party state under our control but with "useful fools" like Bush as figure heads. Bush is not one of us, but we control him because Rowe, Cheney and the Neocon cabal are all part of our inner circle. Most are human, but some are fellow Sirians.
I had to stop him and interrupted.
"What do you mean by Sirian? I mean this seems like a long-term conspiracy dating back centuries. Are you guys from some ancient Middle Eastern cult?"
He looks at me and laughs.
"I mean the Planet Sirius, the so called dog star. I will clue you in just listen. Anyway, the aim of our plot? Total domination of the world, then a planned destruction of the worldwide civilization through nuclear, and biological warfare where 90 percent of humanity will be destroyed. We will clean up the pieces and establish a worldwide dictatorship. Then the invasion begins and humankind is enslaved forever to the power of the master race, the Sirians.
Most of the people who work with us do not know that they are working for the Sirians. However, it does not matter. If you are with us, you will be rewarded with power, wealth, and access to Sirian medical technological wonders including life extension treatment which will allow you to live almost forever. If you oppose us, you will be thrown out into the world to be destroyed along with most of the rest of your dismal race.
I am a Sirian. We came to your planet five thousand years ago. We set up a colony, which you know as Atlantis. It was destroyed in a nuclear war between two factions of our race – the progressives who wanted to establish their version of democracy and what you might consider fascists or realists, as we like to think of ourselves. When you see the real me you will see that the progressive and realist groups are actually different races of Sirians. We are red in color and much more muscular and frankly more intelligent and realistic. They are darker, green in color and smaller and filled with useless compassion. They still exist and occasionally cause us trouble. We are always watching to make sure that they do not try to approach our human agents and corrupt them with pernicious "liberal or progressive" ideas - to use the current phrases - nonsense.
However, I digress. The realists won the war but Atlantis was destroyed. Most of the Sirian race on earth was killed in the war. Those of us realists left formed a tight little group and decided that we would bid our time, build out forces, take over the planet, and when the earth had achieved sufficient levels of technology contact our home world, and await instructions.
The progressives formed their own group and disappeared spending their time trying to enlighten humankind. What a load of crap. They just got misunderstood and killed for their troubles. Jesus, Buddha, Mohamed, Confucius, Sai Baba – all Sirian democratic losers every one of them.
The progressives formed their own group and disappeared spending their time trying to enlighten humankind. What a load of crap. They just were misunderstood and killed for their troubles. Jesus, Buddha, Mohamed, Confucius, Sai Baba – all Sirian democratic losers every one of them.
Some of the progressive Sirians disappeared into the wilderness and their descendants gradually intermarried with the natives and their descendants became the Cherokee, the Incas, the Mayan and other civilized American Indian tribes, and they also intermarried with the Jews becoming one of the so called lost tribes of the Jews and the Pharsi of Iran and India as well. Although intermarriage between our species is difficult, it is possible, the descendants of such a union can marry either a human or a Sirian equally well. Most of the progressives intermarried and many of their descendants most if fact have no idea that they are part alien. The alien DNA is detectable if you know what to look for and we can tell if we are dealing with a half breed. Many of our agents are half breeds.
The progressives actually believed that we should all take native wives and inter marry and form a new race. Most of the progressives alive today are only half Sirian. The progressives once they took that step lost their immortality. The pure bloods did not and have kept the aging technology alive. If you are your wife join us, you will both be given the treatment. All of the fascists are pure blood.
None of the Cherokees knew that they were actually descended from aliens from Sirius and native people, although the Cherokee and Hopi have legends that their ancestors came from the Stars. Thus in a way you are part Sirian as we know your mother is half Cherokee. We actually tested your DNA and yes, you have traces of Sirian DNA in you.
The question of what to do about humans became the key issue dividing us then and now. The so-called fascists to use modern terminology thought that you earth people were hopelessly backwards, superstitious and barely capable of intelligence. We felt that we should kill most of you off, then enslave the rest. That is still our plan. Besides, on our home world we rose to power by killing off a rival species that were humanoid looking. Ever since then Sirians have had it in for humanoids and primate species.
The progressives thought that they should work with you, bring you up to civilization and educate you and then have you join us as equals. They also felt guilty about wiping out the humanoids on Sirius and several other planets and wanted to prove that our species and humanoids can live in peace. They had a lot of admiration for your species. Why I could never figure out.
In any event, the damned progressives have never learned a damn thing from our history. The Sirians have conquered 25 planets; in every case, they enslaved the native races who were always inferior species. There is nothing different here. You are a particularly interesting race though – all of your sub-races, and your religious passions. The Sirians are materialist and are atheistic. We do not worship gods. We are the gods of the universe. We are the master race. However, I digress.
Well, as you can imagine, it was very difficult hiding amongst your people for all of these thousands of years. You see Sirians are by nature very long lived, and the life extension technology extends our life even further. The average Sirian lives 10 thousand years and we therefore have a long historical memory. Most of us are now what you would consider early middle age. Since we do not age as humans do, we have to kill ourselves off on paper every 50 to 70 years. That was easy to do in the old days, much more difficult to do nowadays which is one of the reasons why we moving up our time tables. In any event, the constant need to change our identities makes it difficult to keep our conspiracy going.
Until very, recently we were limited by your technology as our space ships and most of our technology had all been destroyed in Atlantis. Only 100 of our race survived, mostly of the Fascist side. We lost track of the progressives who have gone deep underground. We have managed to reproduce and now there are about 10,000 of us scattered around the world, most in senior levels of government and business. And we estimate that there are several thousand pure blood Progressives mostly working in religious or academic institutions and perhaps five million part sirians such as yourself none of who knows they are a Sirian. There are a few half breeds who are aware of their ancestry though and most are on our side.
Keeping the conspiracy going has been difficult due to our constant need to change identity as we have discussed. Among other difficulties, we are hidden within human bodies that are artificially created skins. Our real appearance is not human at all. We look like birds or reptiles in our real selves. Few humans have ever seen us as we really look. We have the ability to manipulate thoughts and thus few are able to see us as we really look, even when we are out of the suits.
We wear the suits whenever we are around humans as maintaining thought control is very tiresome. HP Lovecraft saw us as we were trying to recruit him. After he saw us and learned the truth, he went mad and wrote his 'Cthulhu' stories about us. We left him alone as we thought his stories, which were close to the truth, were both amusing and would never be taken seriously. Others have seen us on our retreats in the woods and we have been called many names through the years, 'werewolves, vampires, ghouls, ghosts, demons, goblins, trolls, Satan, the devil, witches – you name it we've been called it. Bad for our self-esteem don't yah think? ' but perhaps satanic does our most credit as we look like little devils. In fact, that is a pet name we call ourselves the Sirian Devils.
The damn progressives get better press and are often seen as 'angels'.
We have tried intermarriage with your race and have found for the most part it does not work, as our two DNA structures are incompatible. Those stories of alien abductions etc. are true for the most part as are stories of UFO's. We have been able to rebuild space ships but they are not interplanetary, as we do not have technological resources to do so since most of our technology had been destroyed and those technicians who knew how to maintain the ships and build them all died in the war anyway. Besides our Sirian leaders back home don't trust us. They want us to stay here and do their bidding whether than return home.
We communicate with each other in Sirian through secure communications now through the internet. The NSA and other government snoops keep picking up strange language chatter on the internet but since we control the spooks they never follow up.
We have been in touch with Mother Planet. Our instructions are to set off Armageddon and destroy human civilization while keeping the planet habitable after a few years of nuclear winter. The invasion begins after the nuclear war is over, nuclear winter has died down and most people have been killed and your technological infrastructure destroyed. We will wait out the nuclear storms in underground compounds along with our human allies. It will take ten years before the earth recovers enough for us to reemerge.
We are launching WW111 very soon. Once the war has been launched, nuclear winter will ensure and most of the earth will enter an ice age. We will then invade and take over the habitable areas and use slave labor to mine for minerals etc. under the ice. Sirians like cold icy planets as that is like our home planet. Your planet is too hot for our liking anyway. So we needed to terraform or should I say Sirianform? it anyway. "
At that point, the invasion fleets arrive and we rebuild a Sirian civilization on earth. We will then take over and enslave humankind. Those humans who helped us will be given top jobs in the Sirian administration and eventually given full citizenship rights for them and their families. Most people will be killed or enslaved. Think what happened to the Indians? That was a Sirian plot from the beginning.
Most of human history has been the result of Sirian plots. The problem we have is that you humans are so hard to predict, rule, control etc. And our biggest problem is with intellectuals. Once they know the full story either they go mad, or they try to warn their fellow humans, or they kill themselves. The 10 percent who survive after hearing the true story usually join our movement. Moreover, on course the damn progressives are always watching us, trying to warn human kind of the impending danger. Nevertheless, as you know few will ever believe the truth. If everything you have known is a lie, you usually cannot survive that knowledge and as I said, most humans when exposed to the truth by either side go mad and are useless to our cause.
So your choice today: Join us, resist us and die, or walk away and keep quiet and wake for death.
I stopped him and ask him many follow up questions. I was having a hard time believing this, kept thinking it was some sort of elaborate joke, perhaps an episode on "Pinked" TV. On the other hand, maybe I really was going mad. I did not want to believe him. Finally, I tell them the only way they could prove they were telling the truth was to reveal themselves as they really were.
Agent Spartacus said,
"Very well. Agent Lee is only part human. She is one of the few successful hybrids. She looks human but a blood test would reveal alien DNA. I am pure Syrian and have long opposed the inter-species experiments as being anti-natural and degrading to the Sirian race. I really do not give a rat's ass about you humans. Follow me and you will see. But you do take a risk that you will freak out and become a mad man."
We walk into the back room. Agent Spartacus removes his skintight clothing. Underneath it laid a hideous, repulsive ugly reptile like biped creature minus a tail. Dark red with black strips on both sides. His face looked like a bird's face with sharp beaks, beady red eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. The top of his head had horns on it. He laughs, and said,
"See why most humans believe in a real devil?"
I could see why most people would freak out at the sight. He was just hideous to look at. Must be something in-bred in humans to instantly fear and loath their real appearance. I am having a hard time coping and want to throw up.
He gets dressed again. I ask him if it was difficult to be enclosed in a human skin costume, as it must be difficult to fit into it. He admits it was difficult. He says that they all live together in various safe houses, where they run around naked when there are no humans around. It is impossible thought to fit their face into a human mask so they employ a holographic projection. Only a few humans have seen them as they really are. He concluded by noting that I should consider it an honor that he has shown me his true self.
Agent Lee had also stripped revealing even more alluringly beautiful women that I had imagined. I was tempted but knowing that she was half-alien and in league with these evil creatures turned my stomach.
I tell agent Spartacus and Agent Lee that I had to think about it and went home. I wrote this all down and sent it off to my best friends and of course my wife. I hope that this does not result in a death sentence for me, but so be it. I have to do the right thing. I have resolved to search out and join the resistance led by the progressive Syrians. I hope there is still time to derail "Armageddon" but I fear that time is running out.
Jake Lee
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