It couldn’t have happened to a dumber guy.
I mean, look at me.
A lot’s been said about what happened in
Detroit in 2029 and the video footage that
got leaked from my helmet camera.
What we considered reality changed for everyone
that day.
No more so than for me.
I know I’ve been silent since all this went
down but today I’m finally ready to take
you guys back through my footage and begin
to tell you what Detroit was really about.
Okay.
It began like any other day in Detroit.
We bought a home here for next to nothing
only a few months back.
That’s the day you train for.
One moment you’re playing with your kids,
the next you’re being deployed to a war zone.
We weren’t told a thing.
They just said, “Detroit under attack.
Nature of attack: classified”.
It was around here that I first heard the
word “extra-terrestrial”.
We all called bullshit of course.
We were all dead, and we knew it.
You could hear it in our voices.
Then one of these Spectres grabbed me and
dragged me off to my death.
No seventy—two virgins.
No Moses.
Just lights out.
I was dead.
Then I just woke up.
I just woke up.
Standing there over my own dead body.
Hey that was me.
Somehow my consciousness or my soul or whatever
had been transferred into one of these E.Ts.
So I just thought, well, I may as well keep
filming.
I knew I had to get out of there and somehow
return to my family.
Can you see that truck?
I hid in the back of that truck and I managed
to get a ride out of the city.
It was around here that I first started getting
these flashes of memories.
Memories but they weren’t mine.
They felt like memories from a different time
altogether.
Anyway, I finally managed to get back to the
suburbs.
It was around 3PM now.
I knew my girls would be in the park.
I warned them about talking to strangers but
they just ran over to me.
This is one of the happiest moments of my
life.
I’d dressed up as Santa Claus for them before
but this was like, a billion times better.
And then finally my former colleagues… got
out of there.
The man hunt went on into the night and I
kept getting more and more of these memories.
It was clear now to me who these Spectres
were.
They certainly weren’t extra-terrestrial
at all.
There they finally got me.
Started gassing me with something horrible.
Now it was just me, getting ready to die there.
And then, I remembered something.
I remembered, how to fly.
I remembered how to fly.
I dunno but I just remembered some basic math
equation that everyone a thousand years from
now is taught as a child.
As you know, this was the last time my family
was ever seen.
I finally managed to set them up with normal
lives.
As for me?
Well, mostly I just fill my days flying around
the world, exploring.
I’ve seen all the wonders of the world,
discovered all kinds of wrecks, I’ve visited
the poorest villages in the world.
I’ve perched on satellites.
And watched this place spin around while my
kids are sleeping.
But, to be honest, most of my time is spent
watching things that remind me of my old life.
Things I’m never going to experience again.
Anyway, this is a hacked account so I better
get off.
I’ll be back on Brightwater in a couple
of weeks to drop a much longer thought log
that goes far deeper into Detroit.
I’m going to tell you guys exactly who these
Spectres were and what the future used to
be like, a thousand years from now.
