Hi Davel, Lucas, Hans, Sally, Steve, Adelle and all the other test subjects,

I’m writing you just to let you know I’m fine. Guess you’ve already heard that I’d left Portland. I had to. Dr. Hamilton was threatening me to remove my implant. And you know how fond I am at those uploads...

Are they searching for me? I don’t know if it’s wise to tell you where I am right now. I feel very sorry not being able to say goodbye in a more proper way. To all of you. But we might see each other again, perhaps? Maybe I’ll come back once or maybe you’ll join me here. I must stop writing now, because they’re closing this store. Hope to hear from you, I’ll keep you informed and write again soon,

Love,
Rosanne

Hola Pedro,

Jo sóc el daniel de Barcelona, ja fà diversos mesos que vinc seguint les notícies de Braintec. Sempre m'ha quedat el dubte de si és cert o una mera ficció.

Si realment, has arribat fins a braintec et felicito, crec que és una oportunitat d'esdevenir un pioner en aquest tipus de recerca, jo sempre em qüestiono si m'arribaria a plantejar l'opció de probar aquest tipus d'experiència.

T'envio l'adreça d'una de les nostres webs www.enteogenos.com, per a que la puguis visitar i em puguis donar la teva opinio, si creus que el tema és interessant, jo crec que està força rel·lacionat amb Braintec.

Espero que estiguem en contacte per anar intercanvian opinions si ho trobes oportú.

Salutacions
Daniel Mas de Xaxars

answer: Hola Daniel,

It is good to read some Catalan but I will answer in Engllish. It is nice if anyone can understand.

You have a lot off information on your site www.enteogenos.com. It is interesting. I think the subject is very important and there is some relation with Braintec.

Thank you for your time and salutation,
Pedro

Dear people,

I will write this in English, so everybody will be able to read it. First of all, I must insist on your discretion, and in no way this letter may fall in the hands of the Braintec employees (you will understand why when you read further). Except for Rosanne, she is my lifeline now and you can trust her. If you want to answer this email, please give it to her and she will sent it to my secret email address.
You have noticed that I 'vanished' from Braintec for quite a while now. I will explain to you what happened.
My last day at "Braintec" (at least that's what they call themselves) was when Tachikawa tucked me in with a sleeping pill. When I woke up I found myself on the floor of a dark room, alone, it looked and smelled like a basement. I was still pretty sedated, and kept on falling asleep and waking up again. At one time a woman came in and brought me a blanket and a glass of water.
Next thing I know I was in a car, gagged and blindfolded, sitting in between two persons, who didn't say a word. I don't know how long we drove, but it seemed like hours. The car stopped (gravel) and when they helped me out, I could smell the iodine scent of seaweed, and mimosa, and I could hear waves pounding on a beach in the distance. Inside, someone pushed me gently into a chair and removed my gag and blindfold. My eyes needed some getting used to the light, and after that I saw that I was in a small country cottage, English style. In front of me in a chair there was an older man, grey haired, handsome, with friendly eyes, observing me quietly while stroking his chin. Behind this man, with one hand on the man's chair, was ... Hugo. And my 'dearest husband' was smiling at me. I was so shocked that the only thing coming from my mouth was "Wha...."
The older man started to speak to me in English, with a warm French-Canadian accent it seemed, but addressed me (despite having a French surname) as "mrs. Bootoil" He first apoligized repeatedly for my abduction, and that this "wasn't the way they normally operated," but in my case certainly neccesary, "for security reasons." Hugo didn't say a word. What his explanation came down to was this. The "Braintec" institute is just a tiny subsidiary of a bigger, global company called MemoCorp, which in its turn is financed by a secret think tank organization called 'Project for a New Global Order' (PNGO). He didn't mention who precisely its members were, but he said "think about the most powerful persons in the United States at the moment." He spoke about the PNGO lovingly, as if it was his favourite grandchild.
Last year, the PNGO "bought" a scientific research project of, how surprising, Dr. Tachikawa. On memory implants, as you all are well familiar with. The PNGO assigned MemoCorp to build an implant from Dr. Tachikawa's design, and to find a way to minimise its volume and to mass-produce them. But that was not the whole story. The Defense administration in the Pentagon, as well as the CIA (both highly represented in the PNGO) wanted to develope a "devise to insert the implants from a range of 200 meters or more." Surely, he was talking about some sort of gun, a weapon to be used in warfare. And Hugo, who still didn't say a word, already worked for the PNGO for over 10 years - his practise in the hospital was just a cover-up.
I know, all of this is hard to believe, and if I wasn't abducted, I wouldn't believe me either. But now you know what's really going on, and what you are a test rabbit for... Please, everybody, get out of there as soon as possible, these people aren't joking.

After the explanation of the older man, Hugo brought me upstairs to a bedroom, gave me a sleeping pill and told me to rest a while. "For what?" I asked. "Don't worry dear, everything's gonna be just fine," he answered me in a reassuring voice. Meanwhile I felt as if I was playing a part in a mediocre cold war movie. I took the pill, pulled up the covers, and when Hugo left, I thought things over. Why did they tell me all this? Weren't they afraid I was going to tell someone? Then I really got scared. No, of course they aren't afraid ... because they are going to kill me! I jumped out of bed. Although the pill already started working, my head was clear. I had to get out of there, fast. I looked out of the window, it was already dark, and I saw that it was ever so easy to climb out and jump in the garden. Even the window wasn't locked, which strengthened my idea that their plan was to silence me forever. "Pushin' up the daisies," my grandmother used to say. I thought of her, a tough and courageous old lady, when I jumped on the grass. I bruised my knee, but nothing was broken - I tried to ignore the pain while I ran (unnoticed!) towards the shelter of some pine trees ajacent to the lawn. Still running, in the corner of my eye I saw that a bright light went on, illuminating the garden, but I kept on running. I figured it would be best not to run in a straight line, but zig-zag towards the beach, the least likely place to find shelter. I ran trough a vast area of sand dunes with thorny bushes, shredding my stockings to pieces but I didn't care because I wasn't being Miss World right now. After about half an hour I was exhausted and rested for a while. In the distance I could see flash lights, and hear people calling my name. I was so tired, that I wasn't even scared anymore. I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning, on the same spot, and the world was bright and sunny, as if nothing had happened and it was all just a bad dream. But I wasn't planning to doubt myself again - ever. After an hour's walk, I arrived at a road, and later a gas station - with a bus stop. I refreshed myself and succeeded to get some cash from my credit card (don't leave home without it) from the friendly manager.

I am sending you this letter from Tokyo. I don't have time now to explain what I'm doing here, so I'll try to get in touch with you later. I trust you all, and please, if you can, leave Braintec, it's a dangerous place!

Love,Sonja

 

mail to: pedro@braintec.info