I wear the coat of the Admiral. But I am not the Admiral. I am the General. I carry the briefcase of the General. I receive these transmissions on a regular basis. Foam insulation has filtered the extraneous, so I can be assured of accurate encryption. This has been confirmed by independent networks and the media. I have been following myself for several days now. Aluminum foil was rendered obsolete with the premature demise of the Berlin Wall. The CIA will confirm this. Telepathy is unhindered by lead casing. The astronauts are dead. This is true in all time zones. Special envoys from Washington have been dispatched to every corner of the globe. My radio frequencies are being monitored in conjunction with the images on my television. They have agents throughout the world, and in France. They have penetrated the outer perimeter. I am the only one to know of this, as a consequence of the narrow bandwidth rendering a composite across multiple frequencies. This is the encryption technique, advocated in various genetics textbooks since 1969. Data secured from Roswell has allowed them to identify the Corridor of Evil. This has facilitated engineering of the Apocalyptic Design. I am the only one to know of its implementation. I am frequently observed through powerful binoculars, despite vast distances. This is in response to the curvature of light and the true propensity of radio communication, which cannot be seen with the naked eye. She has followed me to work. The wife of the Admiral is suspicious. She has examined my shoes. This will not be known for several years. I am unaware of my actions. I work at the Pentagon. My briefcase has been prepared for any eventuality. This is the nature of my work. I was killed in 1969. The articles are encased in cement, impenetrable by x-ray or sonar. I have no recollection of this. I am the General. The wife of the Admiral has confirmed this. Her body will be submitted as evidence at my trial.