Intern’s Log: If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late

  Date: Redacted

  Intern ID: Reynolds, J. (I am not crazy. I AM NOT CRAZY.)

  Okay. Okay. Listen. Something is happening.

  I don’t know how much time I have, so I need to get this down.

  ? The files on Project Prometheus are gone.

  ? Vicky is missing from her containment unit.

  ? All classified logs about Bandit have been scrubbed.

  ? The bear division in Russia just went silent.

  ? China has declared "an internal security event" but won’t say what.

  ? And our satellites? Our best, most advanced satellites? THEY STOPPED WORKING.

  Something is coming.

  Something BIG.

  And I think—

  No.

  I KNOW

  THE ALIENS ARE HERE.

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  The Clues Were Everywhere

  Vicky’s tails.

  I kept asking why she had three.

  It wasn’t a genetic mutation.

  It was a marker. A design choice.

  She was never meant to be one of us.

  The sudden silence.

  Russia was loud.

  China was loud.

  Now? Nothing.

  They know something we don’t.

  Bandit’s encrypted satellite transmission.

  WHO WAS HE TALKING TO?!

  AND WHY DID HE STOP?!

  The last intercepted alien signal.

  We thought it was a joke.

  It wasn’t.

  Translated, it said:

  "You were warned."

  It’s Not Paranoia If They’re Out to Get You

  I’m not crazy.

  I know what I saw.

  And I—

  Wait.

  What was—

  The lights just flickered.

  There’s—

  There’s someone outside my door.

  I think—

  Oh God.

  Oh GOD.

  I can hear them.

  They’re saying my name.

  Vicky.

  She’s smiling.

  She’s—

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