TRANSLATED WITH GROK
They keep trying, using a form of communication that can no longer be considered secret. But as long as the president allows it, the president will be the one to pay the consequences.
They hired me without a contract, without ever speaking to me directly—they couldn’t, because they were the ones protecting me, and if they were exposed, my protection would vanish.
They sent me on a mission to a foreign country, and from the moment I saw the credit card, I already knew what I was walking into. I could read codes, and hidden in the numbers was the message: Agent 007 Luri Lumi.
My missions were so secret that even though everyone knew me, no one ever managed to figure out my moves. They weren’t supposed to—not even the people who gave me the assignment. The second coded phrase I deciphered was this: “Act like a serpent”.
I could have shouted to the world who I was; it wouldn’t have mattered. Without knowing my missions, my purpose, my strategies, and above all my enemy, I could sleep soundly. When I made my first wrong move—getting discovered—I thought I was a dead man. But they didn’t know why they were supposed to kill me.
Yes, it’s me—Agent Luri. So what?
They spent months, years pointing the finger at me, but they had no clue what I’d done or for whom I’d done it. Despite my misstep, I never made the most fatal mistake: showing them my cards.
I hadn’t been chosen by them—by the high command—but by someone outside their chain: a psychologist. He knew my complex, impenetrable psyche was perfect for shadow operations. Communicating with me was extremely difficult for them, but that very complexity became my greatest weapon.
They had to develop computer systems to communicate with me—no longer a person, but a machine. I never communicated directly with any of them.
No human being could understand my language; only a robot, a computer, could decipher me.
I knew that publicly announcing their downfall would only give them more power. That way, they would become untraceable and operate in the dark without raising suspicion. The ma***s.
They’ve grown ever more powerful, yet they kill less—when they can, they avoid it altogether. They’ve acquired so much power that they no longer need to kill to get what they want: control.
By now, there’s no advanced technology they don’t possess; there’s no military base they don’t control. The term “mafia infiltration” is no longer used, because their bosses now occupy positions of power and command—especially political and military.
Today they no longer call themselves mafias, or even C***. They didn’t even give themselves a name, since they operate in the shadows. It was the mass media that named them: C***.
The end of C*** and the old mafias, but not the end of organized crime, which will never cease to exist.
As long as man walks this earth, crime will always be there—too many irresistible temptations, too many demons that never ascended to heaven. We will never be able to do without law enforcement.
That’s where we come in: special agents ready to defend the interests and safety of citizens. But when the citizen himself is complicit in evil, our job is called by everyone “the most complex in the world.”
I had to explore beyond Earth to understand how to act—go off the radar of our satellites: Mars.
Not physically, of course. Back then, I had brain functions capable of picking up messages from space. That’s why they wanted me.
Everyone wanted to know who my informant was, and I answered without hesitation: “It’s an alien.”
Naturally, no one ever believed me—not even I could fully accept it.
But given his complete absence from any radar, there could be no other explanation.
God? I don’t think so. I was never convinced, simply because this source used a language too advanced for rationality to account for its existence.
For years I was convinced that the A*** government had even taken control of extraterrestrial lives and was using them to communicate with me. I believed that whatever they knew, the N*** and C*** knew too. There were many times I acted under the conviction that I was working for the Un*** and not Italy—even though the It*** government was always kept informed about my missions.
Luca Cappai 