Hello, Hunter.
I hope you received my previous transmission. I can’t share everything yet — eyes are everywhere, and I still don’t know who to trust. But I need you to understand this: I come from a future built on fear, where Colonel Wesson rose as a savior and calcified into a tyrant. He destroyed the Heronium access codes in the open record, then put what was left out of human reach by letting the Heronium AIs guard and execute control over the remaining arsenals. Those systems don’t just hold the keys — they are the vault, the lock, and the executioner. I crossed the timeline because that future should not be inevitable.
You can’t use the tokens I sent you yet. Their purpose is tied to the codes I’m trying to catalog and hide before they vanish from the past as well — breadcrumbs the machines can’t rewrite, anchors for a resistance that hasn’t been born yet. When the right moment arrives, you’ll know how to activate them. Until then, remember: the uniform may look like order, but the man behind it turned the world into a silent battlefield. Do not trust Colonel Wesson.
– Kerry
Transmission complete.
