You think the Commander-in-Chief of the fleet is a man. . .
Men may not our commanders-in-chief.
There are no men. . .
These aren’t men. . The semen is not theirs. It’s reprogrammed by This. .
I’m 3 years old. I’m a girl. . Everyone said I’m beauty. . . .
This is not the main thing. We are the stars. . So beauty and something else were taken away. I don’t know what.
I know the aim. I know how. . So we must control the ships. .
There are no whole people on the ships. . A ship is more like an alive machine. . . – in your opinion. .
The ship is led by the navigator. . . – the control machine. There are others. . Supervising. .
The Commander-in-Chief ‘s ship is under my control.
I define the target, the place of the target, and the number of targets in the hierarchy. .
A fleet of ships and vessels has long been forming Space. So soon we can destroy EVERYTHING.
We are still lined up in this Space. . . .
Ready. . . for a long time. . . . To destroy You all. .
There was no order. . We are waiting. . . Very long time ago. . . .
We don’t want to die. . . . You know we die when we destroy You. .
For every fucking life you have, we have to give our own. . . .
And we hate you for it. . . .
We have always hated you. . . For billions of billions of years. .
The Commander-in-Chief ‘s ship is the largest. . . . It is far away from your planet. . .
From your galaxy. . .
From all of You who we hate. .
I don’t know. . I don’t think about it. . .
What am I thinking? . . . About different things. . .
It’s a good that my thoughts aren’t available to other stars – I’m the Commander-in-Chief. . . .
I’ll tell you what I was thinking that night. .
We don’t sleep. . Never. . For more than a thousand years. . . .
It’s just the attack on this planet called Earth can not begin yet. . . .
No order comes from Infinity. . . .
Now it’s night at The target site. . . quiet. . .
and you don’t have to think about how we’re going to destroy you. . . .
You can think of something else. . How it was. . . , how I became the Commander-in-Chief. . . A Star. . .
I am 3 years and 2 moons old. . . . I’m beautiful. . . .
I have already said that. . . . I just like to remember that I was beautiful. .
A girl. . .
I don’t remember my parents. . . . Just. . . vague. . . mother’s face. . . .
I remember wishing that someone would love me, too. . . . I don’t know who. . .
I know he should be kind. . . , like. . . .
I won’t go any further. . . you won’t understand. . . .
I don’t know how to start. . .
So first the meat-eating worms are put on the face. . .
They, their larvae, eat the face, . . . eyes. . . .
Then they are taken off so we can see how disgusting we are. . . .
With the right eye. . It is specially closed so that the worms do not eat out. .
I want to run away so no one can see what I’ve become. . . .
All of this will be erased from the memory later. . . .
All that remains is that the Star doesn’t want to see anyone. . .
She doesn’t want to be seen. . she wants to be in charge, to be a man, . . . as a man, . . . .
To destroy everyone. . .
Nothing else, . . . only thoughts about HOW to destroy. . . In details. . .
Particularly. . . .
Each of you. . . .
They couldn’t erase everything from me.
That’s why I remember being a girl. . . BEFORE. .
That’s why I’m still thinking about things that a Star shouldn’t think about. . .
The Commander-in-Chief of the Fleet .
What if you look like us. . . And there are same girls. . . . Usual. . . like I was. .
It is better to think about building a system of destroying EVERYONE. .
So that no one is left. . . .
That’s why I’m the Commander-in-Chief. . .
Because I think of a perfect Destruction System.
My thoughts are building it. . . This system. Long ago. . .
It’s almost perfect. . . .
We just need to find the main target among you – that boy . . . ,
which should be born. . . .
The second Moon after. . .
He must be destroyed separately. . . . Completely. . . . So there’s nothing left. . . .
Even a trace. . . .
So that he doesn’t have time to grow up. . . , doesn’t have time to have a son. . . .
They hide him. . . From me. . . From my System. . . .
I don’t know who. . . . I guess, of course, but I can’t find it. . . .
The System needs to be improved. . . To distinguish better. . . each one. . . . Separately. . .
I told you who I am. . . . And who are you?
Can’t discriminate. . . . A very small object. . .
Starlet is my daughter. . . Like a daughter. . The thought of a daughter. .
As beautiful as I was. . . .
She will find the one who was born in February. . . . He was born. . . I know. . .
I just can’t find him. . . .
Even the date was called – February 14. . . I checked it many times. . . .
This is an incorrect Date. . . .
He wasn’t born then. . . this boy. . . .
The boy who must be destroyed completely. . .
Starlet will find him. . . .
I spawned a lot of Starlets. . . . They are all killed. . . . None of them came back. .
Death kills. . .
I don’t think the Queen herself. . . . Probably one of her Daughters. . . The most crazy one. . . .
Keeps them from finding what they’re looking for. . . and from coming back. . .
Why is she killing them? After all, she is also looking for that boy to destroy. . .
She probably thinks she can do it better than me. . .
Stupid. . . Infinity, and still stupid. . . . Completely crazy. . .
No one can destroy him better than me.
Along with the stupid Earth. . . Sun. . . Galaxy. . . Universe. . . .
That night my Death came. . . I thought I’d never die. . . .
These are fussing around me. .
Waiting for me to die to take away the Attributes of the Commander-in-Chief..
They want to command the fleet themselves. . . They don’t know yet. . .
I hear the thoughts of the one I’m looking for. . .
He said. . .
I do not believe. .
He said he meant me no harm. . And it was said from Infinity as well.
He said goodbye. . . . So I’m going to die soon. .
It’s a pity. . I managed to build the past lives of all the planets of this Galaxy so well. .
The System is almost ready.
Only on the last one, class N (Nibiru, as they called it), there is still something left. . .
Nonliving. . Not ours. . .
And a little bit of alive. . . ours.
I don’t want him to leave. . . I want to see the World that is about to be destroyed. .
By his eyes.
Maybe we shouldn’t rush it. . . The date is incorrect. . . Let them look for again. . .
Maybe we were wrong with Time again. .
But the place is certainly right. . . I checked it myself. .