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Share your theories.

It's been a month since the last ship departed across the Tide, and though we
remained hopeful, nothing came of it. I was certain that my dear eel Ma'am would
result in a positive report... but we'll just have to try again.

I'm stricken by sorrow, my children. Please reassure me that one of you will be
strong enough to survive. I want to know that at least one of you is motivated
enough to see this journey through to fruition.

We want to hold you in our arms.

Now I ask you, with all that you've known and heard in your time with me, what
do you feel is the truth? Our society isn't perfect - I've tried my best at
giving you all that you need - but how do you feel I've done? What do you
speculate is the meaning of all this?

So far, from what I've heard of my children, I'm to believe that this is the
world you see.


We are workers in a religious colony. From those I've spoken to, I've learned that the G man is some sort of god figure and that we all live to serve him.


I'm flattered that you think so highly of me...

To whomever sees this, please let me know.


~ "the G man"