Greetings From the Negative Zone! (Homecoming)
I'm back, ladies and germs...
...and a bit premature, but it's cool.
I got word from the other side that I would be returning home within two weeks and I had to settle up here, gather my reports, etc. Yeah, I had to really scramble for my trip.
So, first off, I had to go thank all the dignitaries for their hospitality. They thanked me for being so friendly to their culture and not causing any trouble. Also, for soaking up as much intel as possible so that others could know about this place and maybe learn a thing or two. They told me they know their way of life isn't perfect, but they live in a tolerant and mostly rational society. Sure, they have their problems, but what social order doesn't to some degree? I told them that I look at them and see a potential future for America if we pull our heads out of our asses. I said I'm not very optimistic and things look very bleak, whether we're religious or not and politically active or not.
When I said this, they looked at me very solemn and said that their society was once in a state of perpetual chaos. They knew they couldn't survive past another generation and it took nearly half of their population being wiped out to finally reach their breaking point. They had to see what common goals they all had and build from there. People still died, turmoil still erupted, but once results were produced to the point where it was significant, everything gradually simmered down and less violence was noticed to the point where no one needed to act in such a manner that causes someone else harm. I asked them if they think things will go back to the way they used to be. They laughed and asked me how old the universe is? I said I had no idea; they said there was my answer. I chuckled and thanked them again for everything before stepping through the hole to the other side.
As I was going through, I told them one thing that might help in creating their perfect dish; bacon. They said they'd get on that and waved goodbye to them.
After reaching the facility, agents sat me down, debriefed me on my mission, collected everything that I had written, asked me a long series of standard issue questions, basically forced me to sign a bunch of shit swearing to never speak of what had happened to me or what I'd seen, put me in their car and dropped me back off at home.
Looking back now, I'm glad I had the experience even if I can't really go into intricate details on my voyage. As long as I sound like I'm talking out of my ass, not name any locations I visited or proper names listed in my report, I can't be touched. It's why I'm telling you fine people. Maybe one day you'll all get this type of perspective and understand where I'm coming from. Until that day, I remain your sarcastically anal retentive non-believer Sage.
Have a good one!