All attempts at contacting the outside world since discovering my unique temporal status have met with failure. As I sit here in Escape Pod X, I can only marvel at this latest, cruelest stroke of fate. My mission to return to Earth safely is no longer possible until I determine how to escape this slipstream. Yet I must ask now if there is a chance of escape at all.
Is it not outside of the realm of possibility that my attackers are observing me even now, conducting a sick and twisted experiment designed to broaden their understanding of the human race’s potential? If indeed I am their captive, then this whole exercise seems pointless. Why transmit if all of my transmissions will be blocked? Why bother struggling at all?
In the event that they are watching, if I were to give in, to stop trying and allow myself to die in this pod, would it frustrate them or inspire them? Would it disappoint them that man gives in so easily to his surroundings, or would it convince them that conquest of Earth is well within their means? It is impossible to know how to take a test unless one understands how one is being judged. In this respect, I am ignorant.
I cannot choose to live my life based on what I do not know. I do not know who is watching me or for what purpose, or if I am merely drifting through space and time due to a freak coincidence and a series of unlikely but natural events. My very existence has become a mystery, one that I do not know how to solve. Until more evidence presents itself, I can only soldier on into the darkness and the silence.
