Dear Reader

Dear Reader,

Whoever you are, I hope this finds you in a better situation than the one I am writing this in. I am writing for a couple of reasons. Firstly, if there is anyone still alive out there, or perhaps once humanity redevelops, there needs to be some sort of true account as to what really happened here. Not the account they will surely use. Secondly, I feel like I need to write, or do something, anything, if not just to hold onto the last threads of sanity that are keeping my psyche together.

I’m the last one here. The last one of my kind that I can find. The world has become littered with the hybrids and the result of the dirty deals made by the people you paid to protect you.

You must not make the same mistakes.

The genetic make-up of humans has been forever altered. Some of us uncovered the truth before it was too late, the only ones left with the knowledge. Now there is just me. The rest of the crew has been wiped out by the civilians who no longer know what they truly are, only what they’ve been told they are. Or rather, what they choose to believe they are.

The ones in charge spent decades executing their plan. People watched from afar, the ones labelled conspiracy theorists. They knew, but most of them didn’t truly believe it, or if they did, they didn’t really know how to change anything. Lots of people who talked the talk but never really mastered the walk.

Obviously I can’t use anything electronic to write this. All forms of technology are now monitored and traitors are found and stopped, by any means necessary. I don’t think paper is ever going to stand the test of time but I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t at least try. I don’t know if anyone will ever read this. Maybe you are one of the few remaining humans that has not been altered and you are still fighting the fight. Perhaps you are one of the traitors that forced this upon humanity… fuck you. Or maybe you have found this scrap of old paper many years from now and you don’t recognise the squiggles that tell my tale. Most likely, there will never be any eyes that reads these words, or functioning brains left to make sense of them.

Dear human, if that is what you are, you have been fooled. For your whole life. You grew up, branded with a number, told that you need to pay to live here, like you asked to be born. Take note that there is no other species inhabiting this planet that is stupid enough to think they must pay to play on the land they dwell on. Decisions were made for you. While you thought you held choice over your life, the only decision you ever truly made was what to eat for dinner, and even then, you decided from a list of choices created for you, only to give the illusion that you had some slice of control over your reality.

I was created. A part of their experiment. A failure in their eyes if you will. I’m one of the few who escaped. A monstrosity unable to live above the surface. An atrocity burdened to live under the cloak of darkness. The people in power made decisions on the human’s behalf that most would refuse to believe.

It started many decades ago. When the visitors came. I don’t know if there’s any point in you knowing this reader. For what will you do with this information? By the time this writing is found, the world will be reset. New stories will have been told. The visitors will resume their anonymity. There will be new generations to feed lies to. You are nothing but a slave to the people you put your trust in.

Your government gave your soul away in exchange for the information they wanted. Information that furthered their power. Technology secrets and genetic mutation. They told you the visitors in your skies were hallucinations. That anyone who witnessed something out of the ordinary was somebody crazy who deserved to be ostracised by their community. They told you that your truth was the sights of a crazy person who didn’t go along with the narrative and needed to be locked away from society.

With complete permission from the leaders of your country, the visitors were experimenting on you for years. Trialling different mutations, testing the boundaries of your sexual desires, playing out their perverse sexual desires on you, removing your memories, impregnating you with a mixture of yourself and genes from the galaxy. Yet you were all too ignorant to see the betrayal playing out behind your eyes. For it was easier for you, the idiot humans of Earth, to believe your government was on your side.

When they decided on a reset, many options were discussed. How would it be executed? They didn’t want another nuclear war; it takes too long for the Earth to recover. This time they didn’t feel like living underground for the amount of time it took to become safe again. They decided to make you stupider than you already were. They just needed you to take the medicine. The plan worked so well that you were all begging for it. You begged them to inject you. You believed them when they told you that everything would be fixed if you just got a needle or two. You ignored the illness that coincided with the injection. That was just a one off you told yourselves, as the weak hearts stopped pumping all around you and the people started dropping like flies.

I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think the plan went the way it was meant to. I know what they are capable of, but even I don’t believe they meant for this to happen. It’s too malicious, even for their standards. Yes.. the purpose was to depopulate and start afresh, but not like this.

The ‘medicine’ that you fought each other for, it was designed to mutate your genes. It was only months after the initial injections that the reality started setting in. Your genes did not respond in the way they intended. Rather than becoming even more brainless and docile than you already were, your brains turned to violent mush. Instead of brainless shells that followed any direction, your brain tried to fight the mutation.. It did not win. The streets were and are still piled with bodies. Festering, twitching, some alive, some dead, some could be called neither. Most have the meat from their bones stripped and consumed by the injected. Mothers crouch on the street, eating the flesh from the children they bore. Rabid animals feasting on what once were humans.

The signs were there Reader. You were too stupid to do anything about it. If anyone is reading this, I’m sorry if I seem scattered. My mind has lost its capability to stay centred on any one train of thought. It has been weeks since I’ve seen anyone. It was so stupid of us to think we could actually make a difference with the limited numbers we had. If anyone could do it, it should’ve been us. We are the created. The hybrids that went bad. The experiments gone wrong that were meant to be destroyed but got away. Either by running, killing or released by a soft-hearted human that pitied us. Destined to live in the tunnels underground that have existed for millennia. Most of us try to stay on the right path. Most of us don’t succeed.

Have you ever wondered why so many people go missing in national parks? And why, if you place a map of the underground tunnel system over the map of the national parks, disappearances start to make more sense. Haven’t you ever wondered why they don’t really investigate? Why they only kick up a stink if the family makes it public knowledge? They know. They know the humans are killed by the monsters they created. And they know they can’t win against us. At least, they couldn’t before. They are the ones who gave us our strengths. We were meant to be the new army. Well guess what, we united. And we fight against our creators, breaking the chains forced upon us. At least that was the plan.

I am only part human. I am the product of the human hybrid project. There were many others like me. Different genes, same creator. Same purpose but also the same rebellion. The last being I saw was my Delilah. A name she gave herself when we broke free together. A fresh start away from the experiments. They caught her. I know she is gone. I can no longer feel our link. I can no longer feel her pure energy. The only thing I have left that shows me that she wasn’t all in my mind is her broken locket that I keep close to my heart. A symbol of her heart, resting in the pocket that rests on my heart. A shard of metal she discovered that somewhat resembled a heart. She said that finding it was a sign from the heavens that we were meant to be. It’s now the only thing that I can hold that is left of her. Her end is my end. I can longer fight for you fools. I have lost everything I had, which materially was nothing. But emotionally, everything.

Whoever reads this, know this for your new world. Once the dark powers of the Earth dip back into experimenting on their own kind, and brutalising the animals of their planet, of which they were built to protect, it is the beginning of the end. It is what happened in Atlantis. It is what is happening now. The Earth is an entity and she will not stand for their behaviour. She has waited millennia for a generation that will finally break the chains of control. We have failed again. She thought we were it. So did we.

You don’t know how lucky you were. To have the ability to make and create whatever reality you wanted. This reality is what you allowed. Zombified cannibalistic monsters with no purpose and no control. Waiting to be told what to do. God forbid you had to think for yourself. You deserve everything that came to you.

Me? I didn’t.