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01) 1: I Run Into All Kinds (Here's a Few of My
02) 2-3: Psychoactive Multiplier
03) 4-5: Young All-Encompassing Provider
04) 6-7: Wildcard Enforcer
05) 8-9: Diamond Empath
06) 10-11: Substance Scout
07) 12-13: Production Manager
08) 14-15: Caretaker
09) 16-?: I Only Appear to the Anomalous (If Tha
01) 1: I Run Into All Kinds (Here's a Few of My
02) 2-3: Psychoactive Multiplier
03) 4-5: Young All-Encompassing Provider
04) 6-7: Wildcard Enforcer
05) 8-9: Diamond Empath
06) 10-11: Substance Scout
07) 12-13: Production Manager
08) 14-15: Caretaker
09) 16-?: I Only Appear to the Anomalous (If Tha
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2026
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Hello.
Whether you're reading this right now, or hearing this, or even watching this: I want to give you my brightest salutation imaginable.
This message is for anybody who can see or hear it, but if you cannot see nor hear it, then this message isn't for you. In fact, to even say this is redundant, because such a person cannot see me telling them that they cannot see this message, nor can such a person hear me telling them that they cannot hear.
Very much of my career has been about the tension of being seen and unheard, being invisible and loud, being both public and private. Since the first home I ever had on Maxwell Street in Chicago, to the suites that housed my public likeness in New York City, down to the hidden things I spent the majority of my favored time on in New Port Richey, Florida; one thing was certain to me: I never belonged wherever I was.
Again, hello. I am The Benefactor. If you can only hear my voice, I want you to know: that isn't my real voice. If you can both see and hear me from where I sit, do not be alarmed: the room doesn't really look like that, nor does my face resemble the blankness that you may be seeing. I chose for it to be this way, because even though this is an act of confession, I'm still too ashamed for anybody to know who I really was.
You would know my name if I told it to you, though your grandparents would know my name far better than you might. I have a Wikipedia page. If you found that page, you wouldn't see anything about the VWX, you wouldn't see anything regarding the title I've identified myself as to you, you wouldn't see the word "benefactor" next to my name on a disambiguation page. Instead, you would see the same public knowledge about who I was as anybody who has ever penned a biography regarding me. I am somebody whom many of you trusted, somebody who your parents or grandparents might've held the work of closely, nearly and dearly to their hearts. But I am more than my public work, as influential as it may have been.
I don't want to dox myself but I am torn: I want you to know so much, but I cannot ruin my family's legacy by saying my name, by showing my face, by revealing my voice. This is why I hope that you can neither see nor hear me, but rather, I hope that you're reading this. I always did things like this in my VWX career: recorded myself through a filter to where you couldn't ever identify me, yet could still see the very real human visage that I am as flesh and blood as you. I'm not a demon. I'm not a supernatural entity. I'm just somebody who the public adored, who the federal government made an offer towards in exchange for expanding my public identity while also giving me a ton to do in the background. I am not a spy, I am not a judge, I am not an elected official. I'm just an American who got caught up in something far bigger than any of us could've imagined.
So what do I do? Simple. I've had a lot of time to summarize what it means to be a VWX agent, so I'll state it plainly yet specifically:
"Isolate the exceptional from the insignificant, and let their convergence create unprecedented outcomes."
That's what I do, and that's what every agent who has come through VWX has sought in their worldly doctrine. Most people have their place in society, but some struggle to find their calling. Some fail to find their niche. Some have immense trouble with fitting into where it is that they feel at home. This is where we have always come in, to find not just those who fail to fit in, but to empower them in their uniqueness. To be an anomaly is to be a chance to direct the entire future of mankind, as there are few (or perhaps even none other) quite like you. To think that there isn't a system in place to serve these Americans would be un-American in itself.
I know I'm infodumping to you right now. Let me get all exposition out of the way now so that we can focus on the story I really want to tell you. This isn't my disclosure of the VWX, but I must tell you where I hail from so that you understand why such people are even on my radar. Thousands of people have been serviced by me personally, oftentimes without ever even knowing that I was there. Now, there remain seven people that I monitor, and I'm doing this so that we can get this all out of the way: I'm not here to be a mystery to you, but quite the contrary. I want this to be a moment of revelation, for you to realize that history as you've known it across the 20th and 21st centuries have been carefully and meticulously guided. Everybody has an inkling that there are powers that be, but people forget that there are various factions behind the scenes. VWX was just one of many, many many ghost branches commissioned by the larger governmental forces that oversee this guidance, and we at VWX were constantly shrouded in not knowing who we answered to. To this day, I have no idea who funded the VWX. Isn't that shameful? I do not know who gave me this very office that I'm sitting in, I do not know who invented these various devices I've been using for far longer than the public ever knew about them. I've used cutting edge technology my entire career, oftentimes decades prior to their public announcement & release. I have been paid my entire life by VWX and I don't even know who it is that keeps the gravy train sloshing up the tracks.
Now I cannot figure out if this is a confession or a boasting, because truly I cannot see if my private life's work has been a good work or a wicked one. I do not know, because my time is nearing its end. I suppose that I'll leave it up for you and history to decide. Will people even believe your account when you tell them the story that I'm about to tell you? That's not my problem. My problem is that I've lived in utter secrecy of who I really was my entire life, swinging from a grandiose public persona to a deviously private role. And with me, this role will cease to exist.
This is the story of my final mission, the only one that I conducted entirely by myself and without any overhead. How could anybody assist me, when I am the very last agent the VWX ever had? Back when being a Benefactor meant being part of a tight-knit unit, when various agents of ours would be sent all throughout the country and abroad, only to converge back here in the middle of Florida, then back to our public lives so that nobody would detect our absence and wonder where we were. I never told my wife Alice what I was doing down here; I never told my kids, and of course my father died in the year right before I took this position.
As said previously, I am recording this three ways: visually, audibly, and transcriptively. Some of you are hearing this without being able to see me sitting here in my office, some of you are reading this and have replaced the fake voice masque I'm using with your own internal monologue, and some of you are able to see and hear the exact vocal cadence that I'm using. You do not know the timbre of my voice, and some of you will see my face as pure blankness, like a mannequin. Others watching might be tricked into the illusion of seeing the face of a loved one on my own. Make no mistake though: I am not your loved one, we have never met, and when you hear about the kind of work I was engaged in with our anomalous subjects, you'll be dearly grateful that I am a stranger to you.
We do NOT recruit from our anomalous subjects; the VWX is not trying to build itself up, and the purpose of examining these seven is not to make them one of us. It is to try and steer these people whom don't fit into regular society instead towards channels that might benefit both themselves and the world. It just so happens that, for these final seven, they work quite well together, like the seven final cards in a deck all belonging to the same suit.
I am The Benefactor, and I have arrived upon your senses today as an act of confession. Do with this confession what you feel you must. I will tell you of the precipice that humanity is about to find itself on, how I had a direct hand in it, and how perhaps I would've done things differently had I known this is where it was all going. This is the story of how my career ended, and subsequently, this is the story of how the careers of seven individual Floridians became one unified front. Not a new VWX, and yet something far worse to take it over as successor.
Enough about me. Please direct your attention to the monitor behind me and allow me to fade into the background for a time.
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Hello.
Whether you're reading this right now, or hearing this, or even watching this: I want to give you my brightest salutation imaginable.
This message is for anybody who can see or hear it, but if you cannot see nor hear it, then this message isn't for you. In fact, to even say this is redundant, because such a person cannot see me telling them that they cannot see this message, nor can such a person hear me telling them that they cannot hear.
Very much of my career has been about the tension of being seen and unheard, being invisible and loud, being both public and private. Since the first home I ever had on Maxwell Street in Chicago, to the suites that housed my public likeness in New York City, down to the hidden things I spent the majority of my favored time on in New Port Richey, Florida; one thing was certain to me: I never belonged wherever I was.
Again, hello. I am The Benefactor. If you can only hear my voice, I want you to know: that isn't my real voice. If you can both see and hear me from where I sit, do not be alarmed: the room doesn't really look like that, nor does my face resemble the blankness that you may be seeing. I chose for it to be this way, because even though this is an act of confession, I'm still too ashamed for anybody to know who I really was.
You would know my name if I told it to you, though your grandparents would know my name far better than you might. I have a Wikipedia page. If you found that page, you wouldn't see anything about the VWX, you wouldn't see anything regarding the title I've identified myself as to you, you wouldn't see the word "benefactor" next to my name on a disambiguation page. Instead, you would see the same public knowledge about who I was as anybody who has ever penned a biography regarding me. I am somebody whom many of you trusted, somebody who your parents or grandparents might've held the work of closely, nearly and dearly to their hearts. But I am more than my public work, as influential as it may have been.
I don't want to dox myself but I am torn: I want you to know so much, but I cannot ruin my family's legacy by saying my name, by showing my face, by revealing my voice. This is why I hope that you can neither see nor hear me, but rather, I hope that you're reading this. I always did things like this in my VWX career: recorded myself through a filter to where you couldn't ever identify me, yet could still see the very real human visage that I am as flesh and blood as you. I'm not a demon. I'm not a supernatural entity. I'm just somebody who the public adored, who the federal government made an offer towards in exchange for expanding my public identity while also giving me a ton to do in the background. I am not a spy, I am not a judge, I am not an elected official. I'm just an American who got caught up in something far bigger than any of us could've imagined.
So what do I do? Simple. I've had a lot of time to summarize what it means to be a VWX agent, so I'll state it plainly yet specifically:
"Isolate the exceptional from the insignificant, and let their convergence create unprecedented outcomes."
That's what I do, and that's what every agent who has come through VWX has sought in their worldly doctrine. Most people have their place in society, but some struggle to find their calling. Some fail to find their niche. Some have immense trouble with fitting into where it is that they feel at home. This is where we have always come in, to find not just those who fail to fit in, but to empower them in their uniqueness. To be an anomaly is to be a chance to direct the entire future of mankind, as there are few (or perhaps even none other) quite like you. To think that there isn't a system in place to serve these Americans would be un-American in itself.
I know I'm infodumping to you right now. Let me get all exposition out of the way now so that we can focus on the story I really want to tell you. This isn't my disclosure of the VWX, but I must tell you where I hail from so that you understand why such people are even on my radar. Thousands of people have been serviced by me personally, oftentimes without ever even knowing that I was there. Now, there remain seven people that I monitor, and I'm doing this so that we can get this all out of the way: I'm not here to be a mystery to you, but quite the contrary. I want this to be a moment of revelation, for you to realize that history as you've known it across the 20th and 21st centuries have been carefully and meticulously guided. Everybody has an inkling that there are powers that be, but people forget that there are various factions behind the scenes. VWX was just one of many, many many ghost branches commissioned by the larger governmental forces that oversee this guidance, and we at VWX were constantly shrouded in not knowing who we answered to. To this day, I have no idea who funded the VWX. Isn't that shameful? I do not know who gave me this very office that I'm sitting in, I do not know who invented these various devices I've been using for far longer than the public ever knew about them. I've used cutting edge technology my entire career, oftentimes decades prior to their public announcement & release. I have been paid my entire life by VWX and I don't even know who it is that keeps the gravy train sloshing up the tracks.
Now I cannot figure out if this is a confession or a boasting, because truly I cannot see if my private life's work has been a good work or a wicked one. I do not know, because my time is nearing its end. I suppose that I'll leave it up for you and history to decide. Will people even believe your account when you tell them the story that I'm about to tell you? That's not my problem. My problem is that I've lived in utter secrecy of who I really was my entire life, swinging from a grandiose public persona to a deviously private role. And with me, this role will cease to exist.
This is the story of my final mission, the only one that I conducted entirely by myself and without any overhead. How could anybody assist me, when I am the very last agent the VWX ever had? Back when being a Benefactor meant being part of a tight-knit unit, when various agents of ours would be sent all throughout the country and abroad, only to converge back here in the middle of Florida, then back to our public lives so that nobody would detect our absence and wonder where we were. I never told my wife Alice what I was doing down here; I never told my kids, and of course my father died in the year right before I took this position.
As said previously, I am recording this three ways: visually, audibly, and transcriptively. Some of you are hearing this without being able to see me sitting here in my office, some of you are reading this and have replaced the fake voice masque I'm using with your own internal monologue, and some of you are able to see and hear the exact vocal cadence that I'm using. You do not know the timbre of my voice, and some of you will see my face as pure blankness, like a mannequin. Others watching might be tricked into the illusion of seeing the face of a loved one on my own. Make no mistake though: I am not your loved one, we have never met, and when you hear about the kind of work I was engaged in with our anomalous subjects, you'll be dearly grateful that I am a stranger to you.
We do NOT recruit from our anomalous subjects; the VWX is not trying to build itself up, and the purpose of examining these seven is not to make them one of us. It is to try and steer these people whom don't fit into regular society instead towards channels that might benefit both themselves and the world. It just so happens that, for these final seven, they work quite well together, like the seven final cards in a deck all belonging to the same suit.
I am The Benefactor, and I have arrived upon your senses today as an act of confession. Do with this confession what you feel you must. I will tell you of the precipice that humanity is about to find itself on, how I had a direct hand in it, and how perhaps I would've done things differently had I known this is where it was all going. This is the story of how my career ended, and subsequently, this is the story of how the careers of seven individual Floridians became one unified front. Not a new VWX, and yet something far worse to take it over as successor.
Enough about me. Please direct your attention to the monitor behind me and allow me to fade into the background for a time.
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