GMTO Memo

MEMO - October 8th, 2090

Attn: All Galactic Message Transfer Organization Employees

Re: This is a Message Authenticity Breach Alert

The following message was intercepted on October 2nd, 2090. It was being sent from Earth to an unknown destination in an outer-lying galaxy of the Colandron System.

It's been determined that this is a scam and we need to be on watch for more of these. If you identify any similar transmissions in your assigned communicational territories, please notify your supervisor immediately.

Onwards,

Management

Enclosure: 1

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Tribunal,

In 2088 a 'Congressional Overhaul' took place in Washington, D.C., United States, Earth.

68 politicians were left dead and another 40 or so were kept hostage for 2 days before finally being released when terms were reached. Among the 68 dead was the US President at the time, Hugh Hampton Bassett. The group responsible for the massacre calls themselves the VNR.

Victory's New Recruits.

VNR had been organizing what they called the 'overhaul' for 30 or so years, going to such lengths as raising children in such a way as to prime them for perfect roles in the master plan to reformat the White House. I was one of those children.

My name is Ansen Jerg. I'm 36 years old, a father of two, a successful businessman and now, a contracted killer. My loyalty to the VNR has been steadfast until now and as 2091 reaches us in less than 3 months, I'm finalizing my plans to secede from VNR and make a new life for myself. I know this won't be easy, but I'm prepared to sacrifice a life of senseless murder to the possibility of one with some semblance of peace of mind.

See, it's not easy being sent to eliminate political or economical figureheads every other weekend or so, and the excitement of killing, after a while, shrinks to a mere fear of being exposed. Don't get me wrong. I do my job and do it well.

I just hate doing it.

Sure there's the 6 figure payout for each hit and sure my family enjoys the lifestyle I've provided for them, but this can't go on. It just can't. I've had enough.

I'm sitting here now in the 2nd basement of our house in on Enerven Island. Oh, that's right ... you wouldn't know this, would you: Enerven Island is a man-made island about 200 miles off the coast of Canada (Vancouver, British Columbia). It was engineered and constructed all in less than 10 years largely with funding from sources directly related to the VNR. This is a place where we can act near independently from the umbrella of surveillance and control of mainland United States. Further, the island is portable and can travel up to half a mile in a 24-hour period.

Anyway, what you need to know about my situation is that I need your help. I understand that your people have teleportational technology that can send me and whomever I choose to wherever we ask. I also understand that your planet is, while barely inhabitable by humans, in dire need of certain resources only available here, on Earth.

I'd like for you to consider the following offer -

1. Take me and my family from Enerven Island and provide for me solace from my life of delegated murder.

2. Provide for me a life of comfort on your planet, with means with which to survive on my/our own.

In turn, I will provide you with -

1. Access to interstellar trade line information and lesser-known bartering routes. This data alone could be the breath of fresh air your kind needs.

2. Blueprints and supplies for construction of UEE units. Unlimited Energy Emination units as you probably know are self-replicable means of self-contained energy; you can divide a UEE unit in two and still have the same free energy in each unit as you did with the original. Basically what I'm offering you is free energy for your entire populace to use.

Don't ask me how I know these things or from where they will come. I have lived the past 8 years of my life in complete secrecy and I must retain some part of that for my own security. I hope you understand.

I'll be relaying a follow-up message in a few days after you and your Tribunal review my proposal.

Thank you, and here's to a fruitful 2091.

Yours,

Ansen Jerg