This box belongs to Mo and Lottie
DO NOT OPEN,
EXCEPT IN AN EMERGENCY
(for example: if we have been imprisoned, abducted or violently murdered.)
INSTRUCTIONS
1 Open box
2 Locate USB stick and insert into relevant computer port (a.k.a. the memory-stick hole)
3 Open folder named ‘Junkers’ (password is JUNKERSSUCK!!! – all caps, no spaces. [Lottie’s idea])
4 Locate the AV clip ‘Mo and Lottie: Our Vlog’. Press play – further instructions will follow.
5 Do not look at anything else in the box until we say!
6 Really, though, don’t, or it won’t make sense.
7 Everything else is in your hands.
P.S. – thanks and good luck 
x x x from Lottie and Mo x x x
File accessed…
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**************
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{ERROR CODE 79}
Reloading…
Audio-visual player standing by…
Buffering…
System ready…
Vlogger 1 (Female – approximate age 10 years – approximate height 130cm – light brown hair): Is it working now? *she approaches the recording device and her face fills the screen, showing a scattering of amber freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. The footage jumps as though the device is being shaken and several loud thumps reverberate through the speaker*
Vlogger 2 (Male – approximate age 10 years – approximate height 128cm – ginger hair): It won’t be for long if you keep hitting it like that.
Vlogger 1:
Well, one of us has to do something – we don’t have much time. Check it again.
Vlogger 2:
*huffs* It’s recording, OK? Let’s get on with it. Wait – what are you doing?
Vlogger 1:
I’m plaiting my hair, obviously. These people are seeing me for the first time – I want to get my look right. I’m thinking Katniss plait, with a few strands coming loose to show I’ve been running for my life.
Vlogger 2:
But they can see you doing it, Lottie! They know you’re just sitting on a chair in my bedroom. Anyway, it doesn’t matter what you look like. *sighs loudly*
Vlogger 1 (Lottie):
That’s an unhelpful comment, Mo, and I am going to ignore it. Now, pause the recording while I find a hairband.
*Mo sighs again, slides off his chair and stomps over to the camera. A streak of dirt can be seen down the left side of his nose. A click can be heard and the recording pauses*
*a second click. Mo mutters a word which sounds like it could be a swear, though it is too quiet to be sure*
Lottie:
I’ll start, shall I? Good. First, I will state my name for the recording. I am Lottie Magnolia Button. And this is…
Mo:
Mo.
Lottie:
Do it properly, Mo! They’re not going to be able to identify your burnt remains if they only know you as Mo. Our lives could depend on this.
Mo:
Fine. Morris Albert Appleby.
Lottie:
Albert? Really? And I thought Morris was questionable.
Mo:
Are you serious? Your middle name is Magnolia. MAGNOLIA. What even is that?
Lottie:
It’s a flower: beautiful but tough. Everyone knows that. Honestly, who would have thought that you, Mo Appleby, are destined to be one of the saviours of man and womankind?
Mo:
Just get on with it, Lottie – we don’t know how much time we have before…
Lottie:
…They find us. You’re right. OK, this is a message – a terribly important message. If you are watching this message…
Mo:
They’re probably going to stop watching if you say ‘message’ one more time.
Lottie:
If you are watching this MESSAGE, then it means something has happened to us and the future of the world is in your hands.
Mo:
We can’t tell our parents because they won’t believe us.
Lottie:
And we can’t tell the police because we don’t know who we can trust.
Mo:
Anybody could be one of them. Anybody could be a Junker.
Lottie:
And if you’re watching this then it means they got us. We’re probably dead.
Mo:
We’re probably NOT dead. But we might have been junked, and that’s almost as bad.
Lottie:
And I am ever so important, dear viewer. The world needs me. And Mo.
Mo:
Especially Mo.
Lottie:
So please keep watching and you’ll understand everything. I’m going to explain – to tell you our story…
Mo:
No, I’m going to tell the story, Lottie. You’ll tell it wrong.
Lottie:
No way, Mo, you’ll tell it boringly.
Mo *sighs*:
If by boringly, you mean truthfully, then yes I will.
Lottie:
It’s my story as much as yours, Mo. I don’t see why you should get to tell it.
Mo:
Shall we just take it in turns, then?
Lottie:
OK – I’ll go first.
Mo:
No, I’ll go first – the story starts with me.
Lottie:
Only technically.
Mo:
Right. Only technically, rather than in your imagination.
Lottie:
So, anyway, courageous viewer: please hear our story and take action. You might be our only chance for survival. And hurry – maybe there’s still time. Maybe you can save us.
