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Saturday, 17 January 2009
Friday, 16 January 2009
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I finally found a place to charge the laptop. So the message was Einstein-Rosen. I'll have to check out this white and black hole stuff.
I wish I could talk to No, he's a math student, he could probably make more sense of this than me.
I got a second message but it seems just to be audio. You know I'm sure those CCTV cameras are following me. I'd better go. Here is the new message, see if you have more luck with it than me.
I wish I could talk to No, he's a math student, he could probably make more sense of this than me.
I got a second message but it seems just to be audio. You know I'm sure those CCTV cameras are following me. I'd better go. Here is the new message, see if you have more luck with it than me.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Could someone on the inside be trying to help?
084398271
I'm so tired. I've got to keep moving about but now I have no idea where to go.
Still something strange has happened. I recieved an email but there was no senders address just a name, Quantum Industries Insider. Maybe they're somehow related to the Tempus Think Tank people.
Attached was this video. You will need to use the key to see this one. I'm pretty sure it's still a secret to just us and I don't want to risk letting just anyone see the video. If the sender is one of them then I can't let them be caught.
Still one big problem, I have no idea what the video means. Maybe it's help, maybe it's just a threat. Please can you help me with it?
It's almost 2am here, I need to find a safe place to sleep and the battery on this thing is almost flat. I'll have to find a way to charge it later.
Good luck and thanks.
re still people out there willing to help me. You may just be my life line.
I checked out that information on Gauss-Bonnet, it's interesting but so far I can't see how geometrical theorem relates to all this.
Ancient messages in English about theories that wouldn't be around until the eighteenth century, the Mayan calendar and the clone henchman of some bunch of crazies who may, according to a scorched fragment of paper be calling themselves the Tempus Think Tank Ltd.
I should have taken longer to look at the bit of paper. The camera has completely stopped working now but maybe I can do something with the video I was able to pull off it.
On a more worrying note, I have not been able to get hold of No at all. I hope he is safe.
I checked out that information on Gauss-Bonnet, it's interesting but so far I can't see how geometrical theorem relates to all this.
Ancient messages in English about theories that wouldn't be around until the eighteenth century, the Mayan calendar and the clone henchman of some bunch of crazies who may, according to a scorched fragment of paper be calling themselves the Tempus Think Tank Ltd.
I should have taken longer to look at the bit of paper. The camera has completely stopped working now but maybe I can do something with the video I was able to pull off it.
On a more worrying note, I have not been able to get hold of No at all. I hope he is safe.
Clones, they had to be. The grave stone was a trap, it must have been moved some time ago but they were waiting.
This guy tried to grab me, if he hadn't grabbed the hood of my jacket with is only help on by buttons... But no matter where I ran, the same guy seemed to be already there.
The bit of paper was on the ground when I doubled back through the graveyard. I know it wasn't there the first time but what burnt it I don't know, it was still hot when I picked it up.
I guess someone up there must like me or have a sick sense of humour because just as one of them was about to shoot me, WAM! This old double decker bus jumped a red light and flattened him.
I didn't dare hang about but I didn't see any of the clones after that. This whole thing is getting stranger by the minute.
Still maybe I have a clue now, the paper is almost totally disintegrated now but I won't forget the name, Tempus Think Tank Ltd.
This guy tried to grab me, if he hadn't grabbed the hood of my jacket with is only help on by buttons... But no matter where I ran, the same guy seemed to be already there.
The bit of paper was on the ground when I doubled back through the graveyard. I know it wasn't there the first time but what burnt it I don't know, it was still hot when I picked it up.
I guess someone up there must like me or have a sick sense of humour because just as one of them was about to shoot me, WAM! This old double decker bus jumped a red light and flattened him.
I didn't dare hang about but I didn't see any of the clones after that. This whole thing is getting stranger by the minute.
Still maybe I have a clue now, the paper is almost totally disintegrated now but I won't forget the name, Tempus Think Tank Ltd.
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