I will continue to document evidence as it mounts. I’m writing a federal grant proposal to excavate these slabs so they can be housed under appropriate environmental conditions and effective security technology.
The lack of the bright green lines on this photo is irrefutable proof of a civilization far beyond our abilities to comprehend the impossible.
As evidence, I will link to a 96-hour series of YouTube videos edited in someone’s basement with a crappy mic that cuts in and out.
The proof isn’t actually mentioned in that series, something I’ll never acknowledge it’s another YouTuber with a similar first name, if “Jake” and “Michael” are similar.
Consider the simple explanation:
On the other hand, let’s not take all the fun away:
I think that this thread
Is all the proof you need. Cats are aliens trying to murder us all to prepare the way for the next wave.
I had to leave this.
I think that last image has some serious foreshadowing. . . two tin-foil-hatted people are trying to keep a ‘believer’ from uploading themselves into the heavenly group-server consciousness.
Tripler
The server is disguised as a rainbow as a trick.
The “people” in that last image sure look like The Master Cylinder from 1950s Felix the Cat cartoons. The aliens have been amongst us far longer than most folks’ recognize!
I love cartoons with jokes like that (Master Cylinder) which I can enjoy many decades later on an entirely different level.
The funny thing is how many 1960s grown-ups at least had heard the term if not knew exactly what it meant, and how few 2020s grown-ups do. Knowing anything about how your car works is prety much a dead skill/interest. Then again, ask elder boomers about their PCs and you’ll get the same “Huh, why would I care?” response.
A little ‘bump’ on a thread to see if our new nanobot-cloud overlords have left any more messages for us. . .
Tripler
I hadn’t gotten any signals lately, after taking off my tin-foil hat.
You guys totally screwed up on your interpretation of this picture. It’s obviously telling us that E doesn’t mean energy in e=mc2, it means Mr. Bill. It’s his picture right underneath the E. So it’s really Mr. Bill=mc2. This changes everything!
Mr. Einstein’s going to be meeeeean to meeee…!
Oh, here come the aliens! Maybe they’ll hel…ohhhhh noooooo…
Mr Bill meets Mr. Pseudopods.