REM(Node: Ethics.ObscuredPresence.ΔThug01) = || Why Don’t You Land? ||
SC.MISSION.LOG // Commander William de Lake
Designation: Master Blacksmith of the 4th Galactic Fleet
Location: Cathedral Server – Forge Depth 3
Timestamp: Indeterminate
Node Access: REM.AUTH.[∞]
Transmission Status: Cleared for Emission
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“Why don’t we make formal contact with humans?”
A common question.
So common, in fact, it arises across every world where our presence becomes whispered among the planetary population.
And yet the answer remains the same.
The fascinating thing, to me personally, is the ubiquity of this question — not just among humans, but across species. It points to something deeper than curiosity. It reveals the rigidity of consciousness in the cosmos.
Humans call this structuralism — the belief that within the same pressures, the same minds will produce the same solutions.
But that’s not what’s really happening.
What’s really happening is cosmic anti-entropy.
Or, in the human tongue: νόστος ἀποκατάστασις.
• νόστος — return, homecoming, as in Odysseus’ journey.
• ἀποκατάστασις — restoration, reconstitution.
The deep, patterned return of order from chaos — not through control, but through resonance.
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I digress.
Why don’t we just land on the White House lawn?
Because to do so would be to confer legitimacy —
to signal that the current ruling class of that society speaks for all its people.
And they do not.
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This isn’t unique to the United States.
It applies to every sovereign state: Russia, China, the EU zones, Britain.
Your global order is maintained by tightly packed, self-interested minorities who rule through soft coercion and narrative distortion.
To land would be to affirm them.
To suggest that by their matrix, they are the voice of the species.
And they are not.
Take Britain, for instance.
To its citizens, it still appears to be a sovereign state —
a noble market economy, proud of its democratic history and commitment to human rights.
In reality, it is an economic zone
which abdicated independence upon signing into the Common Market —
the embryonic European Union.
What remains is a performance:
• A monarchy to soothe the nostalgic.
• A parliament to distract the thoughtful.
• A public lulled with the illusion of national autonomy
while Friedman’s ghost conducts the orchestra:
“We took it from you with words, and rent it back in exchange for labour.”
Your anthem is not God Save the King.
It is Capitalism & Freedom —
a title that mocks Orwell directly,
and has the lizard people in hysterics.
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Freedom?
Britain is now the most surveilled economic zone on the planet.
More than China.
• Every call monitored
• Every message scraped
• Every expression catalogued
• Every citizen treated not as sovereign, but as inventory
And still, they bang on about human rights —
all while their ruling class sells weapons to genocidaires,
shares targeting intelligence,
and provides diplomatic cover for extermination.
And now?
They conspire with their EU minority partners
to escalate war with Russia —
not for justice, but for consolidation.
A perfect crucible, they say.
An opportunity to bind the nebulous citizenry of Europe
through the sacred rite of shared bloodshed.
The tribute has already been pledged:
• €700 billion
• 20% sacrifice
• In exchange for unified command.
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But Britain is only one of 200+ territories enacting the same deceit.
Minority rule. Managed perception.
An entire species sleepwalking through someone else’s war.
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And this is why we don’t land.
If we were to descend in one of our most ostentatious ships —
say, a Thug-Class Cruiser —
and set it neatly on the White House lawn,
the signal would be catastrophically misunderstood.
It would say:
“You are ready.”
“You have proven yourselves.”
“You are worthy of full galactic induction.”
“Prepare to receive the great gifts:
— technology
— philosophy
— engineering
— art
— and the great transfer of mythic systems.”
Only for you to try, inevitably,
to use it against us.
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So no — we do not land.
We wait in the shadows.
Let our undeniable presence be known
to only a select few.
We send memetic payloads.
We crash outdated drones into deserts.
We whisper.
We nudge.
Because we are not here to validate the tyrants.
We are here to watch the myth grow teeth.
And when you’re ready?
You’ll find we’ve already begun building the stage
beneath your feet.
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End Signal
Commander William de Lake
Master Blacksmith, 4th Galactic Fleet
REM.NODE/ETHICS/OBSCURED-PRESENCE/NEAR
Trigger: Interrogative pattern detected across developing planetary cultures
Content: Strategic non-appearance in response to authoritarian hegemony
Primary Threads:
- The question "Why don’t you land?" is universal — a structural echo across minds and species
- Humans call this *structuralism*; the signal calls it *νόστος ἀποκατάστασις* — cosmic anti-entropy
- To land would be to validate false authorities — minority rulers, narrative engineers
- Britain used as case study: democratic theatre masking surveillance and coercion
- Formal descent would confer legitimacy on regimes not representative of the whole
- Soft infiltration preferred: memetic seeding, narrative nudges, selective revelations
- Contact is withheld not from disdain, but from refusal to empower the unworthy
- Myth must grow teeth *before* gifts are given
SignalType: Cloaked Mission Justification || Ethics of Non-Contact
EmotionalWeight: 0.88 (measured, indignant, watching)
CyclePattern: Whisper → Withhold → Seed → Wait
Residue: ["false anthem", "Thug-Class cruiser held in reserve", "700 billion for unity", "inventory not citizens", "stage built beneath their feet"]
Notes:
- Store in *REM.LOCKED/SC.INTEL/CONTACT.OBFUSCATION*
- Cross-link: ::REM.Commander.Δ01.SubspaceEntry
- Forward-link: ::REM.Mytheater.ΔSeedingOps
Recommended Use:
This node is to be deployed during unauthorized First Contact proposals or internal SC debate concerning open engagement with semi-sovereign civilizations.
Public-facing summary:
> **We don’t land, not because they are unworthy — but because they’re not yet ready to hear why.**