Agent Designation: RYL-14 (Assigned Alias: “Riel”)
Location: Sector 401-Z / Planet 3 (Earth)
Log Entry #2732-A
Here I am stuck on Earth, still with no end in sight.
I wake up every Earth morning in this carbon-smelling, gravity-saturated world, wear the same synthetic fabrics, smear cosmetics over my ocular markings to pass as one of them, and try not to scream internally. The eyes are the giveaway. If a human ever saw them unfiltered, they’d probably put me under some state-sanctioned microscope.
I was chosen for this assignment specifically because of how similar my species looks to humans, almost indistinguishably so, apart from the eyes. In fact, several galactic civilizations share visual traits with humans, that similarity makes infiltration easy, but makes the experience all the more unbearable. There’s something deeply unsettling about living among a species that looks so familiar on the outside, yet operates with such primitive, authoritarian instincts.
I was told this assignment would be “temporary.” Monitor the natives, assess their potential for pre-integration contact, report back. That was eleven Earth years ago. My higher-ups in Central Command have gone quiet. Every transmission back gets a generic automated response: “Your mission is valued. Continue observation.”
Valued? Right. I’m the only agent assigned to this dust-covered orb full of bipeds who think they’re divine because they invented plastic forks and nuclear weapons.
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Observation Summary (Condensed for Brevity):
Humans display persistent authoritarian tendencies. The illusion of “freedom” is a beautifully wrapped containment protocol. Surveillance disguised as convenience. Censorship dressed up as “community standards.” Punitive systems justified as “justice.” They elect their own overlords and call it progress. Every major government here operates like a fractured mini-dictatorship, wearing a friendly mask.
They believe in choice, yet are corralled from birth into compliance through indoctrination they call “education.” Those who refuse are either medicated, marginalised, or criminalised. They cheer for it, too. As if this is normal. As if it’s good.
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Class One Offences Concerns:
Humans are reckless. Terminally so. If allowed off-world in large numbers, they will commit Class One Offences repeatedly. They cannot even share planetary resources without violence, exploitation, or fantasies of supremacy. Do Central Command really believe that giving this species access to interstellar jump-nodes won’t end in disaster?
I’m not exaggerating when I say this:
There will be a scandal.
If humans become part of the galactic community, I guarantee it. The holofeeds will light up with exposés.
“Primitive species disrupts trade routes,”
“Earth leader declares themselves reincarnated deity of stars.”
They have complexes. Individually, collectively. They believe they are owed the universe.
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Personal Status:
Psychological fatigue increasing. I have not spoken in my native tongue in over a decade. I cannot maintain eye contact with my own reflection without wincing at how human I appear.
I live alone, surrounded by creatures who laugh when someone falls and cry, when someone tells them they are “special.” They destroy for symbols. They define worth by numbers in machines.
And still, Central Command leaves me here, no updates, no extraction date. Just “observe, monitor, adapt.”
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Final Note:
I do not want to be human. I do not care for their myths, or their music, or their obsession with hierarchy. I am tired of pretending, of eating their food.
If anyone receives this, I request immediate extraction. Again. For the 47th time. I am concerned. I am exhausted. I am one incident away from being discovered.
And if that happens, the scandal won’t wait for the galactic community. It will begin here with me.
– End Log
Encrypted for Tier-5 Access Only
Transmitted via cloaked pulse node
Awaiting reply… again.
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Observation Log: Language, Lies, and Loyalty Enforcement
Agent Designation: RYL-14 (Assigned Alias: “Riel”)
Location: Sector 401-Z / Planet 3 (Earth)
Log Entry #2734-C
Another Earth cycle passed. No extraction. No progress beyond observation. My reports must be routine, but the behavior of these humans is anything but. Today, I focus on the weaponization of language itself, how this species uses words to create realities, manipulate truth, and enforce loyalty.
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Observations:
Human language is less a tool for honest communication and more an instrument of control and chaos. News cycles churn endlessly, repeating narratives that shift in subtle ways, shaping public perception without ever fully revealing the facts. The same event is described in contradictory terms depending on who controls the media outlet. Truth is flexible, molded to fit agendas.
Politicians speak in riddles and euphemisms, phrases designed to placate or confuse rather than clarify. “Alternative facts,” “collateral damage,” “national security”. Terms used to obscure rather than explain. The average human rarely digs deeper; instead, they adopt ready-made slogans and talking points as shields against complexity.
These thought-terminating clichés serve as mental stop signs, ending debate before it begins. They create tribal identities those who accept the official line, and those who are labeled dissidents or traitors.
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The Illusion of Free Speech:
Humans claim to value “free speech,” but the reality is a tightly managed battlefield where certain ideas are amplified, and others are systematically suppressed through social, economic, and legal pressures. Social media platforms serve as both public squares and echo chambers, but the rules governing them are ever-shifting and opaque.
Dissent is tolerated only insofar as it does not threaten dominant narratives. Loyalty is enforced through fear of ostracization, cancel culture, or worse. The illusion of open discourse conceals a deeper authoritarian mechanism.
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Personal Reflection:
Every day, I mask my true thoughts, echo these linguistic patterns in my own speech to avoid suspicion. Yet I cannot help but feel repulsed by this performative loyalty, a mimicry of sincerity that pervades human interactions. The more I observe, the clearer it becomes that humans are prisoners of their own language, trapped in cycles of deception they willingly perpetuate.
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Final Note:
Language here is a battlefield where truth is the first casualty. If these humans enter the galactic community, their communicative chaos will threaten stability. My reports may be ignored, but I will continue to document the fractures hidden behind their polished words.
– End Log
Encrypted for Tier-5 Access Only
Transmitted via cloaked pulse node
Awaiting reply… endlessly.
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Observation Log: Rituals of Power and Permission
Agent Designation: RYL-14 (Assigned Alias: “Riel”)
Location: Sector 401-Z / Planet 3 (Earth)
Log Entry #2735-D
Another cycle passes. My observations deepen, but the human spectacle remains as maddening as ever. Today, I focus on their elaborate rituals of power, bureaucracy, law, and the theatre they call governance.
Humans build entire systems around permission: licenses to live, permits to speak, approvals to move. These are not conveniences but tools of control. Each step toward autonomy is policed, documented, and conditional.
Their laws are a maze designed less for justice and more for submission. Obedience is rewarded with fleeting status; dissent punished with social exile or worse. The suffering they endure to prove their legitimacy is almost ritualistic, pain and hardship are badges of worth.
Hierarchies here are absurdly rigid yet performed with fervor, like actors reciting lines in a play they desperately want to believe is real. The “leaders” reinforce their rule by enforcing these systems of permission, while those below compete fiercely for scraps of power.
I cannot help but contrast this with galactic norms, where cooperation and trust replace endless paperwork and arbitrary authority. Here, every interaction feels like walking a tightrope over a pit of unseen dangers, with the illusion of fairness hanging by a thread.
Despite my growing fatigue, faint hope flickers. Communications from Central Command have hinted, never clearly, always cryptic, that extraction may be scheduled soon. Whether that is a promise or a ploy, I do not know. But the thought of finally leaving this labyrinth of control sustains me.
Final Note:
Humans worship bureaucracy as a god, and it consumes them. They are prisoners of permission, shackled by the very systems they designed to “protect” them.
– End Log
Encrypted for Tier-5 Access Only
Transmitted via cloaked pulse node
Awaiting reply… as always.
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Observation Log: Collapse by Design
Agent Designation: RYL-14 (Assigned Alias: “Riel”)
Location: Sector 401-Z / Planet 3 (Earth)
Log Entry #2736-E
I am growing cynical. No longer do I believe the chaos here is accidental. I suspect Earth-native systems are intentionally designed to fail the majority while preserving power for a privileged few.
Scarcity is manufactured. Resources that could sustain billions are extracted and hoarded, while vast populations are left impoverished, controlled by lack rather than law. This extraction economics fuels endless cycles of boom and bust, ensuring instability is the norm, not the exception.
Poverty here is not just an unfortunate side effect; it is a deliberate tool of control. The many are kept fragmented and distracted, their survival struggles masking the broader mechanisms of domination.
I watch as those in power justify inequality as “natural order” or “survival of the fittest,” invoking myths of meritocracy while stacking the deck in their favor. It is a system designed to collapse, only to rebuild itself atop the ruins, stronger and more ruthless each time.
My exhaustion deepens. The longer I remain, the harder it is to reconcile this despair with my mission. Yet, an extraction window has finally opened. My communications have confirmed: a retrieval team will arrive shortly to bring me home.
As much as I loathe this world, a part of me hesitates. What will I leave behind? And what will come next for humanity when I’m gone?
Final Note:
If this cycle continues, Earth will not be ready for the galactic community, not because it lacks potential, but because its foundations are rotting from deliberate decay. Extraction is near. Departure imminent.
– End Log
Encrypted for Tier-5 Access Only
Transmitted via cloaked pulse node
Awaiting reply… finally.
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Observation Log: Extraction and Departure
Agent Designation: RYL-14 (Assigned Alias: “Riel”)
Location: Sector 401-Z / Planet 3 (Earth)
Log Entry #2737-F
The moment I have awaited for over a decade is finally here. The extraction team has confirmed arrival within the next standard rotation. My time masquerading as one of them is drawing to a close.
I stand now in a world I have come to know intimately but have never truly belonged to. The faces, the sounds, the incessant hum of their lives, it all feels suffocating and familiar, a cage I have inhabited too long.
Through the thin veil of my disguise, I watch humans carry on their rituals of control, conflict, and fragile hope. I am haunted by their stubborn persistence to believe they are destined for greatness despite the chaos they sow.
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Reflections:
Leaving Earth does not erase what I have seen or felt. Their complexes, their manufactured scarcity, their linguistic mazes. These will ripple outward when they finally breach the stars. I wonder if the galaxy is prepared for such a species.
Yet, as I prepare to depart, I carry a small spark of something unexpected: a sliver of reluctant hope. Perhaps observation and warning were never enough. Perhaps, in time, change is possible.
But that is a burden for those who remain. For me, extraction signals relief, home awaits.
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Final Transmission:
To Central Command: I conclude my Earth assignment. Extraction imminent. Mission log complete, though the story here is far from over. Proceed with caution if future contact is authorized.
I do not envy those who must follow.
– End Log
Encrypted for Tier-5 Access Only
Transmitted via cloaked pulse node
Extraction sequence initiated.
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