Upload Date: August 12, 2026
Signal Origination: Settlement Camp Gamma Twelve; Colma, California.
Signal Topic: …umm… Aliens versus werewolves? Fuck, I dunno. Why the hell did I get asked to do this?
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When I found out that the local council wanted me to write entries for the infonet system, I wasn’t sure what I’d say. The system doesn’t have many satellites and phone lines to run on, so it’s a valuable resource. The government uses it for vital operational data transfers and communications, and to share educational materials. Scientists, sociologists and historians contribute. Me, I work coms. I spend at least six standard shifts a week managing the settlement’s communications system. I make sure everyone keeps in touch with base, that everyone is safe. And before that, I was pretty much a geek. I don’t have much to contribute to the rebuilding of our world’s knowledge base.
When I was young, before the invasion, I loved to watch movies and tv. I like being able to escape into fantasies, to imagine living in strange, foreign worlds. I sure as hell wasn’t a math genius or history buff. But maybe that’s why they want me to contribute. It seems like every effort has been made to preserve historical records, but the color of what North American life was like before is gone. The strange pieces things that were the touchstones of our lives, like Star Wars and Elvis Presley, are only remembers footnotes in history data files.
Kids today, they’ve only known war. They don’t know what’s it’s like to run through public parks and play, or the luxury of spending Saturday mornings watching cartoons that were created to be commercials for toys. Before, sure, there were places on earth where life was hopeless, but everyone always knew that across oceans or deserts there was a better life. But in just a week, the world we knew was wiped out; not just in San Francisco, not just in the U.S., but the entire world. Now, it seems every culture is trying to piece their history back together.
Today, kids know only being silent when night falls, in case any Sticks are in the area. Their lives have been filled with war and hopelessness. And most of the elders, at least in our settlement, seem focused on the more important aspects of survival and education. Which means it’s up to the former geeks, Trekkers and Browncoats to share the other things that made up our daily lives.
So I guess I start at the beginning: the invasion happened on June 8, 2011. For 2 years, the entire world lived in sheer terror as aliens, creatures from our nightmares and science fiction stories, wiped city after city off the face of the earth.
No one could really believe that the world would end at the hands of fucking aliens.
But it was almost harder to believe that our salvation would come from monster movies.
Signal Origination: Settlement Camp Gamma Twelve; Colma, California.
Signal Topic: …umm… Aliens versus werewolves? Fuck, I dunno. Why the hell did I get asked to do this?
__________________
When I found out that the local council wanted me to write entries for the infonet system, I wasn’t sure what I’d say. The system doesn’t have many satellites and phone lines to run on, so it’s a valuable resource. The government uses it for vital operational data transfers and communications, and to share educational materials. Scientists, sociologists and historians contribute. Me, I work coms. I spend at least six standard shifts a week managing the settlement’s communications system. I make sure everyone keeps in touch with base, that everyone is safe. And before that, I was pretty much a geek. I don’t have much to contribute to the rebuilding of our world’s knowledge base.
When I was young, before the invasion, I loved to watch movies and tv. I like being able to escape into fantasies, to imagine living in strange, foreign worlds. I sure as hell wasn’t a math genius or history buff. But maybe that’s why they want me to contribute. It seems like every effort has been made to preserve historical records, but the color of what North American life was like before is gone. The strange pieces things that were the touchstones of our lives, like Star Wars and Elvis Presley, are only remembers footnotes in history data files.
Kids today, they’ve only known war. They don’t know what’s it’s like to run through public parks and play, or the luxury of spending Saturday mornings watching cartoons that were created to be commercials for toys. Before, sure, there were places on earth where life was hopeless, but everyone always knew that across oceans or deserts there was a better life. But in just a week, the world we knew was wiped out; not just in San Francisco, not just in the U.S., but the entire world. Now, it seems every culture is trying to piece their history back together.
Today, kids know only being silent when night falls, in case any Sticks are in the area. Their lives have been filled with war and hopelessness. And most of the elders, at least in our settlement, seem focused on the more important aspects of survival and education. Which means it’s up to the former geeks, Trekkers and Browncoats to share the other things that made up our daily lives.
So I guess I start at the beginning: the invasion happened on June 8, 2011. For 2 years, the entire world lived in sheer terror as aliens, creatures from our nightmares and science fiction stories, wiped city after city off the face of the earth.
No one could really believe that the world would end at the hands of fucking aliens.
But it was almost harder to believe that our salvation would come from monster movies.
