2039 June 4
[intercepted transmission] [Destination: Sol-3]
It doesn’t matter where I come from, or who I am. But you may call me Volta.
Some time ago, Malignance revealed to me that he intended to exterminate the human race. I have no intention of letting that happen.
This isn’t a secure channel, and I’m absolutely certain that Malignance is listening. Amplitude modulated radio waves aren’t advanced technology, but it was the only way I could be certain that you’d get this message, down there on Earth -
[burst of static]
He’s getting close. We’ll be at your planet in approximately three planetary rotations. I don’t know what will happen to me, but know that your species is, to me, worth any sacrifice.
2039 August 6
Log entry [text]
Well, today’s February 6, 2039, my name is Robert Collins, and hello, whoever’s going to listen to this entry, eventually.
Maybe you’re a hundred thousand years from now, or only fifteen. Maybe we’re still fighting against Malignance, or maybe we’re off to explore star systems, or maybe you’re the last hope for the human race against a bunch of zombies. Hey, I won’t judge. Although I don’t think the zombies are especially plausible.
I think the first thing I need to tell you, if you’ve just picked this Emitter up from someone and don’t know what you’re doing, is that yes, you’ve been given this thing for a reason, and yes, it’s bonded to you for the rest of your life. Sorry in advance, if I’m the one who gave it to you.
I’m the second face of Volta.
You want to know my story? I think I’ll need some time to put it together. It would be a good idea to have it here, as an inspiration to whoever picks up this thing after me.
Or, perhaps, a warning.