To whoever's reading this, you...

You probably don't know who I am.

But...

I'm sorry for what I've done to you.

This will probably never make it to the public,

but my guilt is eating away at me,

and I feel like I'm all out of options.

The least I could do is get this out there so that maybe, hopefully, someone reads this and

more unlikely, takes this seriously.

That way I'm not one of the few who know just how bad we messed up

and what we've done to the world. I'm sure this will read like some nut jobs manifesto,

but please hear me out. I think I've helped link our world to something else out there,

and if humanity isn't careful, we're going to open a door and invite something to Earth

that I'm pretty sure will end us in the blink of an eye.

I know that's a lot, so... Let me backtrack.

I was an archaeologist, and a damn fine one, if I do say some myself.

I specialized in decoding ancient writing.

I probably helped with translating most of the more popular ancient texts out there,

from Sumerian to Greek to Egyptian.

So, when I get a call from a small, specialized team off in Egypt,

about wanting some text translated on a door in a recently uncovered tomb,

I don't bat an eye, and I just book it to the next flight.

...