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Project Aladdin Journal 05-02-2002

You know, Bob, I think maybe you're on to something. Not so much that Gabrielle and company need to tell me what they want, but rather that they seem to think I know something I don't. It's as though they think I am trying to get them to do something, like I suspect who they are. It's like they think I'm trying to expose them. The problem is, I don't know who they are, not that they believe me.

Gabrielle, I'm telling you now, since I know you're reading this, that my only interest is sealing this wormhole in the future. I don't care who you are, I don't care how you're connected to all this, I couldn't care less. For all I know you're foreign agents trying to steal U.S. technology, or aliens from the 8th dimension. Who cares? This is bigger than me and you and anyone's national security. I'm begging you, just tell me what I need to know, what you think I know, so that I can solve this entire mess. I just keep thinking that you must know something more than I do to react this way. What if that information is what I need to solve this? To fix this disaster in the future. They're going to die, Gabrielle. The entire human race will die if we don't do something, and something right, and do it soon. Please, please, just lay aside whatever it is that has you so frightened and help me. If not for me, and if not for Christine, then for your kids. If we don't fix this the world is going to end up empty, dead and bereft of anyone who remembers what it meant to be human. Please don't let that happen. Please.

Project Aladdin Journal 05-02-2002

SoundByte here.
I think you probably will get through to Gabrielle, but you may never get her to admit it...just keep getting the checks every month.