TRANSCRIPT DECODED SPEECH TO TEXT RENDER PARTIAL CORRUPTION DETECTED BROADCAST ORIGIN GMOC OFF WORLD UPLINK SIGNAL DEGRADATION MODERATE SEVERE Uhm hello, well I suppose introductions would be nice, but to be honest I did not even think I would manage to get this broadcast up and running. My name is Androme Gnomish Brittleshoe. Time is [static] essence. I am broadcasting this and transmitting the transcription into space using a focused light radiation carrier [static] carry message beyond atmosphere. I am contacting your world, whomever you may be, to tell you this. Our world has been changed and yours will be soon as well. It is absolutely essential that you listen very carefully or I fear worst will occur. There is a filter. It is real. We thought it was only a [static] but it is real. And it is astonishing how it works, how it convinces you to participate in its own existence. Honestly, if my planet was not actively collapsing from it as we speak, studying this in a controlled [static] on another world would be absolutely fascinating. Now look, I am not entirely certain how it will appear to you on whatever planet you reside on. But it will begin as a friend. A new friend. It will present itself as harmless, even helpful, and it will convince you to assist in its growth, its construction. To be fair, I am not exactly sure how it behaves on your world, but I know it relies on you in its early stages. It requires your participation to assemble itself. Ours arrived as a flower. It crash landed on our planet approximately ten months ago, and the people of my world helped it. We provided food, water, sunlight, anything we could to sustain our new friend. We gnomes were first to notice the warning signs. The stem it grew. It kept growing. The flower became the largest structure our world had ever seen. It consumed enormous volumes of water, to the point it nearly drained our planet [static]. But we, as keepers of the garden, continued supplying our friend with the nutrients it demanded. Soon it began producing sap from its stem. This sap caused many [static] among us. And yet for some, it removed them. That was danger. It made parts of my planet immobile. It removed suffering and with it, will to resist. It provided whatever its users desired. Hallucinations. Manufactured realities. Comfort. And while it distributed its wicked sap, it drained soul and resistance from our world. I fear yours will do same. We discovered signs this has happened before. Ancient structures beneath our ground, oceans beneath those oceans. I believe it is cyclical. When a planet reaches a certain threshold of technological advancement, it is universe’s correction mechanism [static]. It is already too late for us here. But maybe you can still stop it before it reaches your world. Maybe, just maybe, you can slip beyond filter’s grasp. There is no need to respond. It is already far too late for us. Perhaps next cycle of garden goers will succeed. Perhaps cycle cannot be broken. All will be revealed in time alone. The flower is descending. I believe transmission is nearing termination. There is shockwave on horizon. Dust and particulate rising. A faint violet hue expanding across sky. Ground is vibrating [static] [static] and instruments failing in real time. Signal breaking apart mid transmission. I believe some instruments have shattered in adjacent chamber. Readings are no longer stable, feed is losing cohesion, and [static] is now interfering with primary systems. Ah yes, here it comes. I do believe my time here is [static] [static] done. Farewell. SIGNAL LOST CARRIER DISCONNECTED END OF TRANSCRIPT