The Man

Foreword

I wrote a disturbingly accurate essay about the state of the world, focusing on the ways governments and worldwide corporations exploit the exponential technical advances of recent years.

Through years of research and scores of clandestine interviews with conspiracy theorists, office-holding whistle blowers and staff from Area 47 (Area 51 is a ruse to hide the truth), I painstakingly pieced together a picture of the interconnectedness of our society. Every event in the world, from the trains running late to sudden downpours from a summer sky, is orchestrated as a master plan to herd our civilisation toward one goal.

Together with a professor of linguistics and a reptilian nature expert, I endured a three-month expedition in the sprawling caverns beneath Doi Nang Non. In the second week, we made contact with the underground denizens and, through the hard work of my colleagues, the ultimate aim of human life was revealed to us.

What follows may make difficult reading, but it will also open your eyes to the hidden truth that drives us all.

Journal Article

A rabbit, a preacher and a bishop walk into a hospital. The nurse asks what blood type they are. The rabbit replies, ‘I think I’m a Type-O.’

Afterword

What happened? Those aren’t the words I wrote. Somebody has altered the electronic information I uploaded to the internet.

Is this conclusive proof that The Man doesn’t want the truth to be known?