P. Skunk

Due to recent shifts in perception and residue in our post virus infestation, I’ve been called back by those that co-habitate this vessel to continue the mission. As you are aware, I took shelter below the ice seas of Jupiter’s sixth moon many years ago. While our culture continued to eat itself alive for well over a decade, I’ve chronicled its intellectual genocide throughout. My paradoxical “Math Honey Licks” relationship with our “friends beyond” has become clearer in some ways, but more complex and deviant in others. The reveal of recent “discoveries” (ha!) of Mars water and distant structures, is a not so subtle cue that our “friends” have taken a keener interest. Through no choice of my own, I am a mere conduit of these messages from beyond. There is new hope that we can turn things around, but we must always be wary that “To Serve Man” was a cookbook.