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The only way I can get this story out safely is to call it fiction. However, I assure you, it is not. I have written it in the fashion of a movie treatment, thinking this was the best way to disguise its intention. However, things have changed since I wrote this in 2017 and even though it was optioned to be made into a movie, I fear that it was actually optioned in order to be shelved so that this story never sees the light of day. Time is running out, so what you see before you is the act of a desperate man. This is a warning to all of you out there, something has been unleashed and I must accept responsibility for it. I can only hope that once you have read my confession, that you can forgive me or at least understand how this happened. If you are reading this, you are the recipient of my message in a bottle. Please donβt let all my efforts be in vain. β Cameron Every kind of ignorance in the world all results from not realizing that our perceptions are gambles. We believe what we see and then we believe our interpretation of it, we donβt even know we are making an interpretation most of the time. We think this is reality. β Robert Anton Wilson Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one. β Martin Heidegger Publisherβs note: This document came over our digital transom, stamped with a watermark that indicated that it was originally intended as a movie treatment that was supposedly based on real events. We do not claim any rights in republishing this on various platforms but rather do so in the interest of the free dissemination of important information. Cameron, if youβre out there, please contact us.
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