Diary Entry: The numbers won’t leave my head—trillions of galaxies, each a graveyard of silent, watching stars. It’s the arrogant, terrifying insanity of believing we’re alone that keeps me awake, my hand trembling as I write this. They are out there, things so ancient and intelligent that our entire history is a blink in their eternal gaze, and they are not the benevolent watchers we pray for. The President knows; he has to know about the protocols, the doomsday clock ticking down not to man’s war, but to a reckoning from the void. They are not curious. They are not peaceful. And the crushing, certain truth I can no longer ignore is that they are coming for us.
100 percent the government cannot leak this information to an unsuspecting public.
100 percent we are nothing compared to them. Like a speck of dust on the edge of a table that is what our most powerful nuclear weapons and armies are to them. They will just wipe us off the edge of that table like dust.