Hello Grandmother,

I’ve started to make a map of the place the ministry could be hiding a device that effects the fabric of space-time. A major headquarters make sense, but they also allow for more leaks on this kind of project, and that doesn’t seem to be happening (OK, well, it could be happening and they’re just erasing them all from existence, but that still allows too many cracks, so I’m gonna vote no on that possibility). The most likely possibility is that they have the device itself held in a bunker somewhere, possibly with a missile silo, possibly in a high-security bank vault. Then they blast the power to some kind of satellite which shoots it back down to earth where they’re looking to alter reality. Yeah, that doesn’t really make sense to me either, but I’m guessing blind here. I can’t believe that they just have a portable device that they can carry around in a trench coat, because then we’re all screwed. It has to be big and buried somewhere. Which limits the number of places it could be. Which means all I have to do is eliminate the places it’s not, and I should have a guess as to the real location. “Real”. It takes on a whole different meaning at a time like this. For the first time in a year, I’m really scared, is what I am. I feel like I’m jabbering like an idiot at a time like this. I’m not really sleeping. I know how fragile the world we live in is, but I don’t think I can handle reality breaking down around me. That’s too much. I think I need help, and you’re really the only person I trust. And you don’t even remember me. I think I’d better go before I start to get really depressed. After all, I can’t let a little thing like being erased from existence scare me. Talk to you in the future, grandma.

-1159

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