File: 224/09/12fin
Source: LinkData\LinkDiary\Live\Peter_Vincent\Personal
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It’s starting.
Alpha and I are walking back down the tunnel towards the silos, and I don’t know whether it’s the contact lenses, or our imaginations, but the air is thick with the alien code. It bristles on our skin like heat rash.
We are hand in hand and I’m carrying the flash drive, recording live on to it, just in case it captures something that will be useful, next time around.
Assuming there will be a next time.
I can’t stop thinking about my father, and his crazy plan, and the way that his own bees proved to be his downfall.
Convince the bees that my father’s computers were a threat that needed to be eradicated?
I mean I’m not even 100% certain that’s what happened, but it just kind of feels like that’s what I did.
I am sure that I didn’t deploy my filaments to connect with the computer. I remember feeling shocked when I felt them touch the metal input panel.
So what happened, exactly?
The only thing that I can think of is my feelings when I saw the goblin man standing on the ridge above us, next to my mother.
What if someone else – something else – had been guiding my hand?
Maybe the tech-guys my father had so wanted to see for himself had pre-empted him. Used me to do their dirty work for them.
Is that even possible?
Because if they are capable of such actions, why didn’t they stop him before? I mean there is such a thing as cutting things too fine.
Unless they wanted something.
Too many questions will never find answers, I guess.
But I don’t feel afraid now; I don’t know why.
Maybe it’s that I’m with Alpha, and whatever happens, happens to us together.
Whether my father’s plan to see the face of God succeeds, or whether he has doomed us all, or whether this will be just another upgrade that we don’t even know happened … we’re going to be finding out about now.
I wonder if anyone will ever discover this record. If they do, I hope they don’t bookend it with editor’s notes like the Straker Tapes.
The alien language is everywhere now.
There is a sound in the air, a static crackle, and then a wave of … something … hits us.
Hot and electric and
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