30/09/2003
Greetings friends. These last few days have contained frantic engineering work for my hosts. The only reason I even know anything about this is because I was denied Internet privileges among other things. So, frustratingly, I have been staring at the automated entry written on my behalf for a while and a hit counter that has been relating to me that interest in the site remains at a particular low. At least I’ve been allowed to set up an email address so I could arrange to join some web rings - although I still will not be allowed to use the email address for correspondence.
The problem I’ve been told was energy related. One of the many individual crafts that make up our caravan of ships had some sort of minor catastrophe by all accounts. Nothing disastrous (although they could just be saying this – I only have their word to go on), however my hosts clicked into a kind of regenerative mode where non-essential tasks were suspended. As I have intimated before, Jefry’s use of language is very interesting when it comes to explaining operations to me. In this case, he doesn’t seem to show any preference towards using the singular or plural when discussing the fleet. From the way he speaks, and from other things I have noticed, I would say that the fleet of ships (of which mine is part) is at the same time both a number of distinct bodies and a single type of organism – much like a brain is a single organ but also consists of a number of cells that make up the whole. When one craft is affected by something, so are all it seems. Although I would suggest it is a lot more sophisticated than this.
Clearly it is a weakness if all the parts can be stricken by the failure of a single part; in this case a problem with a single craft caused the rest of the fleet to compromise its activities in some way – but probably only because the main fleet was providing the means to mend the problem. Jefry informs me that the crafts that make up the fleet could operate individually, in pairs, in threes and so on. The bigger the number of craft there are the more secure all concerned are, and the greater the sum of the capability of all. In our case, we have over seventy craft – the majority of which host only automation or equipment.
It is understandable why Jefry is cautious with his language. My mind tends to think of our “fleet” as a number of autonomous craft collected together to create a whole. However the way the aliens probably see it is that the individual parts are simply all of one craft. The fact that space literally separates the parts does not mean that they are merely a collection of participants. The difference between “many” and “one” seems to be a matter of perspective. After all a wooden table may consist of countless atoms however, much like our little space ships, the atoms do not touch each other. In reality the solid-looking table is mostly empty space separating lots of components - yet we do not look at a table and think of it as anything more than a single thing. From what I understand, the seventy or so separate ships are in fact just the one ship built to operate for the single cause that is embarked upon (in this case learning about our wonderful planet). I wonder if this thinking gives us a clue to the type of species my alien friends are? I find myself thinking of The Borg from the ridiculously idealistic but wonderfully detailed television series Star Trek. Luckily I have as yet found no sign of malevolence or hive-like indifference, but I remain cautious just in case!
Obviously communication between the crafts is vital and so if one is compromised, then obviously that might mean a link in a chain is broken. If you remember my first real entry in which I spoke about sunrise time and the juxtaposition of the crafts, this all seems to make sense. So with this in mind I ensured I kept a close eye on the amount of sun I received and when I received it. Not easy to judge let me tell you when virtually every condition I experience is an artificial one created for me by beings who may or may not want me to know the truth about something. Luckily I have a wristwatch and a trusty pencil and paper (something that’s mine and which I can touch and use without the possibility of manipulation) and sure enough sunrise occurred about six minutes later than it should have done for me. Just to make sure I asked Jefry who confirmed this was the case.
And so I continue on here monitoring the world whilst I am monitored with probably huge curiosity by a species that is almost certainly beyond my imagination. And I, despite being quite literally being kept in the dark, struggle to understand them. It seems to me that we are in a kind of upward spiral of curiosity – each trying hard to work each other out and as we both explore in more detail, we learn more and more. And that is why I am being allowed to write this weblog. As a template to judge my mind, what better than getting me to struggle to understand the situations I am place within? And this has to be published on the net or why else would I bother taking it seriously? So did the energy crisis really happen or was it a charade designed to test me out? I’m leaning towards the theory that it was a kind of test. In which case do I also need to doubt all the associated explanations offered to me by Jefry? I think at least these are true – much of it I knew before and to some extent I have witnessed most of the things I have been told about. The problem with the craft though I remain dubious about. But if that is the way they play than let them play…
I was going to use this entry to continue the story of my recruitment to this position. This is a story I will complete soon so I encourage you to continue visiting. Until next time my friends I hope all remains well over there and just promise you will think of me from time to time away from this page.
The problem I’ve been told was energy related. One of the many individual crafts that make up our caravan of ships had some sort of minor catastrophe by all accounts. Nothing disastrous (although they could just be saying this – I only have their word to go on), however my hosts clicked into a kind of regenerative mode where non-essential tasks were suspended. As I have intimated before, Jefry’s use of language is very interesting when it comes to explaining operations to me. In this case, he doesn’t seem to show any preference towards using the singular or plural when discussing the fleet. From the way he speaks, and from other things I have noticed, I would say that the fleet of ships (of which mine is part) is at the same time both a number of distinct bodies and a single type of organism – much like a brain is a single organ but also consists of a number of cells that make up the whole. When one craft is affected by something, so are all it seems. Although I would suggest it is a lot more sophisticated than this.
Clearly it is a weakness if all the parts can be stricken by the failure of a single part; in this case a problem with a single craft caused the rest of the fleet to compromise its activities in some way – but probably only because the main fleet was providing the means to mend the problem. Jefry informs me that the crafts that make up the fleet could operate individually, in pairs, in threes and so on. The bigger the number of craft there are the more secure all concerned are, and the greater the sum of the capability of all. In our case, we have over seventy craft – the majority of which host only automation or equipment.
It is understandable why Jefry is cautious with his language. My mind tends to think of our “fleet” as a number of autonomous craft collected together to create a whole. However the way the aliens probably see it is that the individual parts are simply all of one craft. The fact that space literally separates the parts does not mean that they are merely a collection of participants. The difference between “many” and “one” seems to be a matter of perspective. After all a wooden table may consist of countless atoms however, much like our little space ships, the atoms do not touch each other. In reality the solid-looking table is mostly empty space separating lots of components - yet we do not look at a table and think of it as anything more than a single thing. From what I understand, the seventy or so separate ships are in fact just the one ship built to operate for the single cause that is embarked upon (in this case learning about our wonderful planet). I wonder if this thinking gives us a clue to the type of species my alien friends are? I find myself thinking of The Borg from the ridiculously idealistic but wonderfully detailed television series Star Trek. Luckily I have as yet found no sign of malevolence or hive-like indifference, but I remain cautious just in case!
Obviously communication between the crafts is vital and so if one is compromised, then obviously that might mean a link in a chain is broken. If you remember my first real entry in which I spoke about sunrise time and the juxtaposition of the crafts, this all seems to make sense. So with this in mind I ensured I kept a close eye on the amount of sun I received and when I received it. Not easy to judge let me tell you when virtually every condition I experience is an artificial one created for me by beings who may or may not want me to know the truth about something. Luckily I have a wristwatch and a trusty pencil and paper (something that’s mine and which I can touch and use without the possibility of manipulation) and sure enough sunrise occurred about six minutes later than it should have done for me. Just to make sure I asked Jefry who confirmed this was the case.
And so I continue on here monitoring the world whilst I am monitored with probably huge curiosity by a species that is almost certainly beyond my imagination. And I, despite being quite literally being kept in the dark, struggle to understand them. It seems to me that we are in a kind of upward spiral of curiosity – each trying hard to work each other out and as we both explore in more detail, we learn more and more. And that is why I am being allowed to write this weblog. As a template to judge my mind, what better than getting me to struggle to understand the situations I am place within? And this has to be published on the net or why else would I bother taking it seriously? So did the energy crisis really happen or was it a charade designed to test me out? I’m leaning towards the theory that it was a kind of test. In which case do I also need to doubt all the associated explanations offered to me by Jefry? I think at least these are true – much of it I knew before and to some extent I have witnessed most of the things I have been told about. The problem with the craft though I remain dubious about. But if that is the way they play than let them play…
I was going to use this entry to continue the story of my recruitment to this position. This is a story I will complete soon so I encourage you to continue visiting. Until next time my friends I hope all remains well over there and just promise you will think of me from time to time away from this page.
24/09/2003
This is a response written on behalf of the human BY. Due to a variety of reasons, our link with the Internet is under a great amount of strain. As a result, BY has not been able to send information into the Internet - although he has been able to view sites as usual. Normal service should resume here soon.
10/09/2003
Well here I am again folks. You may have noticed that I have added a hit counter at the bottom. I need to join a web-ring or something to promote this site somehow; as it is, it is unlikely that many will see this. I spent the last bit of time I had online correcting errors on this page – I want to make this page nice to look at and easy to read. I’m sure I’ll be spending much of my time doing that and looking for ways to promote this site online. This is difficult to do seeing as I am forbidden to use email or write in any forums. I have tried to join up to a couple of web-rings, but each time they have demanded an email address and I am unable to provide one.
In this entry I am going to embark on the story of how I am up here. I cannot say too much about who I am, but I will tell you some mostly accurate descriptions about how I was contacted and the events leading up to my stay here. In later instalments I will describe the role of my hosts and the reasons they are here. Also I will go into more detailed descriptions of the things up here including Jefry. I do not know everything myself yet. During the current period of my stay here they are studying me and I am helping them learn about humans and Earth. Later I will be taught about them and the rest of the known civilisation outside of Earth.
I guess I am going to become an authority on extra-terrestrials and through me (partly) the rest of the world can become enlightened. Although my future when I get back to Earth is something that fills me with worry and concern. How will I be regarded? So very many human minds are unwilling to hear anything outside of their own beliefs. I do very often feel homesick, but everything seems so uncertain. The nature of this whole affair suggests that all will change upon my return, but I’m betting some things will remain stubbornly fixed. When I consider my future on Earth I feel nothing but dread; when I remember my past on Earth it feels like I am remembering the story of an enjoyable and charming film. The present on Earth already feels like the past to me.
This whole thing started eleven years ago although I had no idea at the beginning. I was a member of a social organisation (it is pretty well known but Jefry insists I do not name it) that I regarded at the time as something I was only vaguely interested in. I received several invitations from another member I will call Johanna who was organising a meeting in a local bar. Perhaps rather rudely I did not reply the first few times; later I only replied in order to turn the offer down. Finally I got a phone call from Johanna saying she was eager to get everyone in the area to meet up and she would be grateful if I could turn up for at least one of the meetings if I had the time. Faced with this personal contact I had to say that I would try to come. Along came the appointed day and at the time I was sitting at home with nothing to do, so I decided to wander into town and join the meeting. It was nothing particularly remarkable, but I enjoyed myself and from then on I attended meetings with the group when I was available.
It was an intelligent crowd of usually between ten and twenty of us. We often discussed culture, philosophy, politics, science, sport and anything else that peaked our interest. I made friends and in particular one elderly chap who I will call Andrew. It was Andrew who was to be my first contact with the aliens who now look after me. I naively assumed in my very first entry on this Weblog that Andrew was not human as I was told that I am the first person to have been contacted. After I wrote that, Jefry explained it to me more accurately. Andrew was human of course, but he never really knew just whom he was dealing with.
He believed he was taking part in a piece of social research along with me and the other people we regularly met up with. He thought that we were knowing participants in a game that we had previously volunteered for and which was prepared by our organisation. The game was one in which any of us could have been a recruiter for an alien civilisation looking for a contact, but none of us would know who. Each of us would elect the people they thought would be the ideal candidates to represent humanity and why. Out of all of us however, Andrew was the only one playing.
Apparently I was only his second choice, but I don’t think that matters too much. We were not the only group subjected to this manipulation; this same game was taking place in hundreds of similar groups around the world. Johanna would have had no idea – presumably had she been less eager to contact me or had stopped organising our meetings, somebody else from some other place would be sitting here now. I also expect that many other “Andrew’s” would have dismissed the game as ridiculous and so many other candidates would have fallen by the wayside. Once the candidates were put forward and analysed by my alien friends, they picked 165 us who they then scrutinised further. Everything we did via our modems was examined, from our Internet usage to our emails. They studied me for nearly three years backdating from the beginning of our group’s meetings at the bar. Again, if I had stopped using my computer to surf the Internet none of this would have happened to me. I’m not sure what they were looking for; perhaps only that I would be able to cope with the mental stresses of this life and that I was not untypical an example of humankind.
Andrew continued to act as an apparently unknowing agent between the aliens and me, or at least he never knew they were genuine rather than fictional. Andrew would set me little tests, which I mostly relished doing – I thought it was all a great laugh. Andrew would oversee every social and physical test done on me away from the computer and would report his findings and opinions to the aliens via his PC. I would find myself in situations that I had no idea were engineered. Leading Andrew along would have been a far more difficult task for the aliens than it was to dupe me. After a few weeks, Andrew was fooled into believing he was employed part time by the government and was told to continue his concern with me. The ‘alien recruitment’ angle was never supposed to have been taken seriously by him. He really did get paid, and he would have been satisfied that he was doing something interesting and secretive I’ll bet. He would have seen it as the real explanation for the game he had been previously involved in – he must have guessed there was something more to it all. It is clever tactics: wave the truth in front of someone’s nose and make them think it is a charade - then satisfy them with the lie. Andrew never met any government employer; it was all done via the Internet. But I’m sure he never suspected a thing.
Meanwhile I was being tested online with word, number and picture tests. Very much like those conceptual tests you can find around on the Internet. That was the aliens testing me directly. Since the only real link the aliens have with us is via the Internet, this is no surprise. I was being prepared and being studied, as were a number of others – all unsuspecting. I have asked Jefry what they would do if we had no Internet. Nothing more than monitor any broadcasting and communications and send the odd probe to look at biology. Only with a world wide net can they put information back into a society reliably and anonymously (although Jefry says a microwave communications link is easy fodder for sending information, but most unsatisfactory compared to a network of computers of unlimited size).
In my next entry I will tell you the next part of my story – hopefully I will get up to the bit where I actually leave the Earth. In the meantime I bid you farewell for now my friends.
In this entry I am going to embark on the story of how I am up here. I cannot say too much about who I am, but I will tell you some mostly accurate descriptions about how I was contacted and the events leading up to my stay here. In later instalments I will describe the role of my hosts and the reasons they are here. Also I will go into more detailed descriptions of the things up here including Jefry. I do not know everything myself yet. During the current period of my stay here they are studying me and I am helping them learn about humans and Earth. Later I will be taught about them and the rest of the known civilisation outside of Earth.
I guess I am going to become an authority on extra-terrestrials and through me (partly) the rest of the world can become enlightened. Although my future when I get back to Earth is something that fills me with worry and concern. How will I be regarded? So very many human minds are unwilling to hear anything outside of their own beliefs. I do very often feel homesick, but everything seems so uncertain. The nature of this whole affair suggests that all will change upon my return, but I’m betting some things will remain stubbornly fixed. When I consider my future on Earth I feel nothing but dread; when I remember my past on Earth it feels like I am remembering the story of an enjoyable and charming film. The present on Earth already feels like the past to me.
This whole thing started eleven years ago although I had no idea at the beginning. I was a member of a social organisation (it is pretty well known but Jefry insists I do not name it) that I regarded at the time as something I was only vaguely interested in. I received several invitations from another member I will call Johanna who was organising a meeting in a local bar. Perhaps rather rudely I did not reply the first few times; later I only replied in order to turn the offer down. Finally I got a phone call from Johanna saying she was eager to get everyone in the area to meet up and she would be grateful if I could turn up for at least one of the meetings if I had the time. Faced with this personal contact I had to say that I would try to come. Along came the appointed day and at the time I was sitting at home with nothing to do, so I decided to wander into town and join the meeting. It was nothing particularly remarkable, but I enjoyed myself and from then on I attended meetings with the group when I was available.
It was an intelligent crowd of usually between ten and twenty of us. We often discussed culture, philosophy, politics, science, sport and anything else that peaked our interest. I made friends and in particular one elderly chap who I will call Andrew. It was Andrew who was to be my first contact with the aliens who now look after me. I naively assumed in my very first entry on this Weblog that Andrew was not human as I was told that I am the first person to have been contacted. After I wrote that, Jefry explained it to me more accurately. Andrew was human of course, but he never really knew just whom he was dealing with.
He believed he was taking part in a piece of social research along with me and the other people we regularly met up with. He thought that we were knowing participants in a game that we had previously volunteered for and which was prepared by our organisation. The game was one in which any of us could have been a recruiter for an alien civilisation looking for a contact, but none of us would know who. Each of us would elect the people they thought would be the ideal candidates to represent humanity and why. Out of all of us however, Andrew was the only one playing.
Apparently I was only his second choice, but I don’t think that matters too much. We were not the only group subjected to this manipulation; this same game was taking place in hundreds of similar groups around the world. Johanna would have had no idea – presumably had she been less eager to contact me or had stopped organising our meetings, somebody else from some other place would be sitting here now. I also expect that many other “Andrew’s” would have dismissed the game as ridiculous and so many other candidates would have fallen by the wayside. Once the candidates were put forward and analysed by my alien friends, they picked 165 us who they then scrutinised further. Everything we did via our modems was examined, from our Internet usage to our emails. They studied me for nearly three years backdating from the beginning of our group’s meetings at the bar. Again, if I had stopped using my computer to surf the Internet none of this would have happened to me. I’m not sure what they were looking for; perhaps only that I would be able to cope with the mental stresses of this life and that I was not untypical an example of humankind.
Andrew continued to act as an apparently unknowing agent between the aliens and me, or at least he never knew they were genuine rather than fictional. Andrew would set me little tests, which I mostly relished doing – I thought it was all a great laugh. Andrew would oversee every social and physical test done on me away from the computer and would report his findings and opinions to the aliens via his PC. I would find myself in situations that I had no idea were engineered. Leading Andrew along would have been a far more difficult task for the aliens than it was to dupe me. After a few weeks, Andrew was fooled into believing he was employed part time by the government and was told to continue his concern with me. The ‘alien recruitment’ angle was never supposed to have been taken seriously by him. He really did get paid, and he would have been satisfied that he was doing something interesting and secretive I’ll bet. He would have seen it as the real explanation for the game he had been previously involved in – he must have guessed there was something more to it all. It is clever tactics: wave the truth in front of someone’s nose and make them think it is a charade - then satisfy them with the lie. Andrew never met any government employer; it was all done via the Internet. But I’m sure he never suspected a thing.
Meanwhile I was being tested online with word, number and picture tests. Very much like those conceptual tests you can find around on the Internet. That was the aliens testing me directly. Since the only real link the aliens have with us is via the Internet, this is no surprise. I was being prepared and being studied, as were a number of others – all unsuspecting. I have asked Jefry what they would do if we had no Internet. Nothing more than monitor any broadcasting and communications and send the odd probe to look at biology. Only with a world wide net can they put information back into a society reliably and anonymously (although Jefry says a microwave communications link is easy fodder for sending information, but most unsatisfactory compared to a network of computers of unlimited size).
In my next entry I will tell you the next part of my story – hopefully I will get up to the bit where I actually leave the Earth. In the meantime I bid you farewell for now my friends.
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