Post by account_disabled on Dec 16, 2023 22:07:42 GMT -6
At that point the manhunt began. Before finding the cave, I hid in the vegetation. I heard helicopters flying over the area continuously, I saw dozens of soldiers patrolling the streets and countryside around, but they couldn't find me. Then night fell, but the chase did not end. However, I had the darkness on my side and, even though I didn't know the place, I still managed not to get closer. It was only towards dawn that, tired and exhausted from the pain and wounds, I found that opening in the rock and entered it.
I dropped to the floor exhausted and lost consciousness. When I came to, darkness had fallen again. Far, far away, I could hear the roar of the helicopter continuing its search. But around me I only Phone Number Data heard the sounds of nature. I looked at my wounds. In addition to the shot in the side, I had bullets in my legs and back. Some had escaped, but the others remained inside. I knew I had a few hours left before I died. So I decided to write the last events, from our arrival until the last moment of my life. Maybe, one day, someone would read this short diary, I told myself, and might know our story, our journey at least, and understand something about us.
Thinking back to the last few hours, I continue to ask myself why all this happened. What had we done wrong? What impression had we given to those people to push them to behave similarly? Yet we were only trying to communicate. We wanted to help them, since their technology was so primitive and those people seemed infinitely backward to us. We just wanted to talk to him about our land. We wanted to show them our planet, which revolves around two suns ten billion light years away.
I dropped to the floor exhausted and lost consciousness. When I came to, darkness had fallen again. Far, far away, I could hear the roar of the helicopter continuing its search. But around me I only Phone Number Data heard the sounds of nature. I looked at my wounds. In addition to the shot in the side, I had bullets in my legs and back. Some had escaped, but the others remained inside. I knew I had a few hours left before I died. So I decided to write the last events, from our arrival until the last moment of my life. Maybe, one day, someone would read this short diary, I told myself, and might know our story, our journey at least, and understand something about us.
Thinking back to the last few hours, I continue to ask myself why all this happened. What had we done wrong? What impression had we given to those people to push them to behave similarly? Yet we were only trying to communicate. We wanted to help them, since their technology was so primitive and those people seemed infinitely backward to us. We just wanted to talk to him about our land. We wanted to show them our planet, which revolves around two suns ten billion light years away.