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Post-Encounter Deposition

Igbal Renz, Founder and CEO

Renz Ventures


So, yeah, this wasn’t a charity expedition. Well, I guess it was, if we were the charity cases. My point is, we were not there for some generic betterment of mankind. Well, okay, that’s not true, either. First contact with intelligent beings happened the moment we started building the really creepy AIs, but the first contact with extraterrestrials . . . that’s a big event, for all of us. It tells us something very profound about the universe, and our place in it. But my point is, I spent two trillion dollars of my own money to get a hundred people out there, and I fully expected to make that money back. At least break even, you know what I’m saying?

Call it arrogance, but I was the first person—let’s say, the first serious person—to realize the Beings were real. Not just club-drug hallucinations, but actual organisms of some kind, who were trying to make contact through the parts of our brains we don’t normally access when we’re conscious, or even asleep. It was the God module they were talking to, with specific activation patterns of the right temporal lobe. I made a science of that, years ago, and so what if people laughed at me for it?

Point is, it was me, my mind, they had the most experience connecting to, and I had the most experience connecting to them as well. I had ninety-nine other points of view out there at the Encounter zone, because I’m not dumb enough to believe I can think of everything we might need to ask them about. But it was me who taught them to speak at all.

So yeah, I went out there armed with seven very specific questions. It isn’t easy to keep your mind on specifics when you’re twisted on DMT, but I had a lot of practice at that, too. To the extent it’s a learnable skill, I had certainly put in my time. Several hundred hours at least, which is a lot of psychedelics, trust me. I was a world expert at keeping my shit together and staying focused in the spirit realm.

The recipe (also mine) was a DMT inhalant to enable the Beings to reach us at all, plus a touch of ketamine to extend and cushion the high, a touch of MDMA to ease us down gently, a fair bit of galantamine to help us remember the experience, plus ethanol as a solvent, and modafinil to counteract the effects of the ethanol. All that, packed into a disposable vape pen that even an idiot could use correctly on the first try, which was a project unto itself. In terms of making contact, the success rate was one hundred percent, so you’re welcome, history. I did that. Me.

Question #1 was related to the stars within one hundred light-years of the solar system. Question #2 was about the structure of the universe. Number three was about one of our failed star-drive designs, and why it behaved the way it did. Four: The nature of consciousness. Five: Speed of light. Six: Black holes. Seven: Time.

It wasn’t easy, but I received answers to each of these questions, or at least information related to them. People will of course call me crazy—when have they not?—but I’m under no obligation to reveal any of it, even to my own employees. I’m an unreasonable guy, and if I die, it dies with me. Poof!

Why? Well, we’re talking about very highly proprietary information, here, and a strategic advantage no other enterprise can touch. Renz Ventures was already the tech leader in cislunar space, by a significant margin, but now I have something even more profound than technology. I’ll give a hint, here, so you have some idea what I’m talking about. Among many other things, we’re going to build a special telescope, designed to measure the circumferences of very large circles. There’s information to be gained that way, of commercial value. I’m tempted to say “incalculable value,” but I actually have calculated it, and it’s big. Even by trillionaire standards, big.

So yeah, nobody’s getting murdered or blackmailed over this. Nobody’s defecting to the Cartels with a fucking thumb drive in their stomach. It stays in my head, and nobody knows a thing about it until we start cranking out . . . let’s say, innovations.

And then we’ll see who’s crazy, right?


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