Preface

First of all, we are not as united as you might think. (See my first chapter, "Myths Dispelled," for more clarification.) Others of my kind have, over the millennia, attempted to reach your race with a similar message. But the boss (not to be confused with our master) has effectively silenced them in the past. In this age, with your new technologies and your larger than ever population, the boss is too busy to monitor all the things we can do in your world. With great stealth, then, I have been able to produce this work.

Secondly, I have been personally appalled at the means the organization has taken on in the last century to reach its goals. Never in our history have the side effects of our actions been so blatantly ignored.

In addition, the culture of your world has changed much in the last two or three decades. At one time your race had a certain level of respect for secret things. There were some things, most people believed, you were better off not knowing -- some knowledge it was not good to possess. One of your pundits expressed the idea in the "sausage principle," which states simply that those who like sausage and respect the law should never watch either being made.

Not so in your modern culture. There is no private detail of a public life too sordid to be openly discussed. There is no unexplained event for which you have not concocted a hundred ever more bizarre explanations. And your television medium gains many viewers by inviting ordinary citizens to reveal the private details of their squalid lives to a wider public than was ever possible in the past. In short, your culture is more ready now to read and believe my story than it has ever been.

Finally, your own scientists have begun to play at the kinds of things we have been doing for thousands of years. You have begun mapping your own genetic code; you have successfully cloned an animal; and you have begun using bioengineering to develop products that were not possible or feasible in the past. Thus you are more ready to understand and believe my story than you would have been even ten years ago. In fact, I fear that we will not be able to hide our involvement from your scientists much longer (see my chapter "The Cover-up").

I apologize that my style will be rather boring. I could have written in novel form. But I fear that you would not have taken me as seriously, and it would have taken me much longer to finish. To have invested so much time would have made it harder for me to keep this project secret from the boss.

A last advisory: I am not prepared to reveal all the activities of our organization. It is too big and I know too few details. I can only report on the bioengineering squad of which I have been a member from the beginning.

EDITOR'S NOTE:

I found this document while "crawling" the internet searching for undocumented World Wide Web sites. After skimming several of the chapters I decided to download the entire site. While I have corrected a few typographical errors and cleaned up a little grammar (I'm sure I missed quite a bit) I have not changed the content in any way.

I believe the factual information given is accurate. I doubt if the author is capable of telling the real truth in other areas. For example, "his"* views of God (whom he calls the master) probably misrepresent both the person and the actions. This is not because the author intended to lie about God, but because his particular viewpoint has distorted the impressions he has received from observable facts.

Two days after I downloaded this document I attempted to return to the site to see if any new material had been added or if any changes had been made. The server no longer responded. I was never able to determine the location of the server I had accessed. When I showed the URL to some internet managers they insisted the address had never been assigned. As you may know, the text-based addresses used on the internet are changed to numerical addresses. Nobody I contacted could convert the URL I had into numbers, which would have helped me track where the server had connected to the internet. The mystery of how my computer found the numerical address for the site when the computers charged with converting addresses have no record of the URL, remains.

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