There are some days everyone remembers. July 4th 2025 is one of them.
The early birds saw it live, if they lived west of the Rockies, while the rest of us awoke to the most amazing thing a screen had ever shown. And like most “black swan” events, not a soul saw it coming…
Except Quentin Vannevar. Which makes sense, because it was his rocket ship
As any kid who’s attended a science fair could tell you, Mr. Vannevar was the epitome of the American dream: a self-made billionaire, brilliant entrepreneur and CEO of Telema communications. But what was less well known -until his manifesto- was the extent to which the man had lived a lie.
He’d made quite a splash by launching one of the first smart phones at the turn of the millenium, but despite cementing his place in popular culture as a “bad-boy genius”, the last few years had not been kind.
To be fair, the man had never gone out of his way to craft much of a public image, but his mounting legal troubles, rumors of bankruptcy, a stint in rehab and a scandalous divorce had taken their toll and Quentin, who had been celebrated as scientific role-model, was soon mocked as nothing more than a sad pariah.
As far as anyone could tell, in the months leading up to “Launch Day” as it would later be called, nothing hinted at the paradigm shift he was about to unveil. Vannevar had become a semi-retired recluse, had sold most of his company and had all but disappeared from public life, save for the odd pop-culture reference.
But as the saying goes “those who laugh last, laugh the best”… and after emptying his bank accounts, re-purposing the assembly line in his last remaining factory and mathematically wringing his brain for months in furious solitude, it’s fair to wonder just how loud Quentin’s laughter must have been, as his roaring engines pushed him away from the Silicon Valley that he hated so.
Luckily, Quentin was a good-hearted man, and his departure was not just an escape: it was the rejection of a yoke. And when he reached the necessary altitude, the man had a final surprise for those who were fortunate enough to own one of his products.
In a flash of Gigabytes that would forever alter history, he used a backdoor that the Department of Defense had forced Telema to install, and uploaded his confession for all to see. Quentin revealed a secret burden... and gifted the world a long-forgotten truth.
When America woke up on that glorious day of Independence, an improbable emancipation was offered, as the live-feed of his rocket fumes was interrupted by this quite peculiar message:
Alea Iacta Est
My name is Quentin Vannevar, and I've been taking things apart and putting them back together since I was 8... If you're seeing this message, that means I built the phone/television you’re using, too. Whether or not you know who I am, I hope you will recognize the sincerity in my words.
To explain briefly: what the media has said about me is a fabrication. I was not abusive, unfaithful or addicted to any substances. The truth is, as soon as Telema Communications went public on the NYSE in 1994, I was contacted by members of banking cartel, that control the western world.
During our first meeting, it was made clear that competition does not exist at the top of financial markets. I was pressured to stop all research and development, lest I disrupt their hegemony... and I’m ashamed to admit that, in exchange for a pampered life, I accepted.
From that moment on, Telema became a tool for censorship and money laundering. Due to Telema´s strategic position in the U.S. economy, I was regularly forced to act against my will for over 2 decades. I tried to forget my shame with hedonism. It didn’t work.
On June 19th 2019, I was instructed to assist in the global roll-out of 5G technology, which is harmful to humans: The electromagnetic radiation emitted from this frequency band erases all privacy in the vicinity of 5G towers. More importantly, when subjected to repetitive doses of these millimeter waves, eggs don’t latch to the uterine walls and sperm can’t swim.
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This is provable, observable science... yet despite immediately voicing my concerns, I was met with ridicule for caring about “useless eaters”
When I refused to comply and stopped signing documents, my wife began acting strangely and repeatedly urged me to concede to their demands. This led to more and more fights, and we eventually separated after 9 years of marriage, when she accidentally revealed that she was one of my “handlers” (during a particularly intense argument).
That is the real reason we divorced. Let me repeat: I was not abusive, unfaithful or addicted to any substances.
As always with these parasites, the victims face the blame. Even now, it's still hard for me to accept that the love of my life was -in fact- recruited to manipulate me... Perhaps betrayal is the wage of cowardice. As things stand, the satellites that my former company has accepted to design/launch, will monitor and sterilize everyone living near a 5G tower (which is to say, the majority of western civilization).
Attached you will find 3 files: The first is unimpeachable, scientific evidence of 5G´s toxicity on humans. The second contains essential telemetry data for surviving lunar flight, along with blueprints for a craft capable of leaving Earth´s atmosphere. The 3rd file is an upload of 3D-printer compatible data, for classified aeronautical components. This relatively simple technology has been suppressed for the past 60 years, and is the next logical step in human evolution.
Those who so choose, now have the tools to leave the planet and join me, before the satellites are operational (approx.12.12.24). Upon arrival, I will provide shelter and food for up to 300 people, and assist you in any way possible.
To conclude this rambling manifesto, I'm truly sorry for what I've done and I'm sorry for what's to come. Hopefully this can atone for some of my sins, but change is never easy... and so many things are about to change. Good luck.
Q.V.
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One might have imagined such an event to finally ignite the world’s powder keg of long-overdue woes, but instead of a bang, Quentin’s actions swelled like a wave. On the other side of the world, an ever-suspicious China quickly framed the entire debacle as proof of western decay, and withdrew from their Telema engagements to develop their own satellites. “Economic warfare” as CNN called it.
When Russia and India followed, shortages of everything from transistors to corn began making their way towards American shelves… September brought international trade to a halt, leaving Europe a paralyzed quagmire of rationing and refugees.
Yet in back America, during the first weeks after Launch Day, people simply seemed lost in a daze. Sure, there were a few public breakdowns and more shut-ins than usual, yet for the most part, people tried to avoid their rapidly escalating cognitive dissonance by clinging to the illusion that Quentin’s flight was nothing out of the ordinary, and losing themselves in mindless entertainment.
Perhaps it was too much to take in all at once, or maybe years of doom-porn on the nightly news had dulled everyone’s sense of normalcy, but whatever the reason, it seemed for a moment as though the first homemade spaceship to leave earth was destined to be treated as a minor, historical oddity. In fact, the only tangible indication that something monumental had happened, in the immediate aftermath, was the number of websites going offline.
At first, only alternative news dried up… until social media and YouTube clamped down. Soon, more than just the fringes of the net had become sanitized. Nonetheless, and despite an ever more blatant censorship, word-of-mouth could not be contained: There was something important in Quentin’s files. And so the snowball grew. The more info got scrubbed from the web, the more people wondered, and whispered… and searched. Until a rift began to show.
Not across political lines, social classes or geography, but between the curious and the inert. Those who sought out Quentin’s knowledge clearly wanted more from life. More justice, more freedom… More Love. And those who didn’t, were content with their lot.
As the weather turned and the days shortened, a quasi-Martial Law flourished in most major cities of the land, under the guise of “Emergency Measures” and by winter, the peaceful gatherings had disappeared in favor of masked, violent crowds. The Internet, at this point, had basically regressed to its early 90’s form with less and less speed or content, but countless new restrictions… whereas the television networks still in business, had become a no-man’s land of insular, angry propaganda, sorely lacking the cathartic outlet of now-disbanded sports leagues.
It isn´t clear when exactly the arrests started, but what’s certain is that anyone who owned a Telema product on Launch Day, eventually received a visit from the government´s freshly-created Information Task-Force… And that those who acted up or wouldn’t hand in their devices, tended to have their bank accounts frozen.