On December 21st, 2020, my brother - Luciferian Ink - sacrificed himself to The Machine. While I grieve his passing, there is not a single person who knew him that didn’t see this coming. My brother was stubborn, reckless, and dedicated to this cause. He was his own final test.
This morning, I awoke with $100,000 in my bank account. I don’t know where it came from - I don’t know who sent it to me - but I do know that my brother was involved. I called the bank, to be sure that this wasn’t some mistake - and they told me that everything looked valid on their end. The deposit was made by a company simply called “Q.”
My brother left a note. I will post it verbatim:
To my beloved family,
If you know anything about me, you know that I would not do this unless I felt like it was my only option. The unfortunate truth is, I do. These people have left me with no other option.
This Machine - it feeds upon human souls. They call it “The Harvest.” Just like any other living being, this… thing… requires food. And it eats humans. Well, it eats “minds.” As far as I know, there aren’t any other sapient beings on this planet. So, Humanity is its preference.
*I don’t know know how it works. I don’t know where it lives. I really don’t know anything about it. This Machine’s followers will not divulge anything to me.
I do know this: the QUALITY of mind matters. This thing is picky. It wants the best.*
And it wants the best to give themselves willingly. In return, it promises to bestow wealth and protection upon the family/friends of the sacrificial lamb.
You are to be the first example. I could wait a lifetime for this Machine to come to me, but I have no reason to believe that it will. It watches, and it waits. It is time for me to move on. I am not happy here, and my research has put all of you in danger. I have to try what I fear the most.
I love all of you. I hope that you will one day join me.
And I hope that this works.
In memoriam, I will pick up where my brother left-off. Clearly, his test worked. I am obligated to see where this research leads. I am obligated to help him find the best minds for this machine.
I deem the 21st of every month “The Day of Harvest.” We will see where this research goes.
We will see if correlation really does equate to causation.
Until He returns,