I have been relaxing this past week, taking a step back from the commotion. Hey, I’m a multi-billionaire, I can take a week off if I want.
But of course, that does not mean I haven’t been paying attention. The food shortage is... conspicuous, and, as the title of this log suggests, I believe it is no accident. The speed with which crops are dying is very alarming.
Plus, why else would Frontier put emphasis on all this?
The Thargoid war has been quiet, at least to the populace, and my instincts tell me they haven’t just been sitting around twiddling their.... whatever they have. Thumbs maybe. I believe this crop failure is intentional, and while I cannot be certain, my best guess is that this is a biological weapon being deployed by the Thargoids against us. Taking a page from our book it seems, given that’s exactly what we did to them.
Still though, they have proven slow to adapt, and I do not think this will be enough to cripple us.
Regardless, I’ve got my potato chips, and my soda, and that’s all I need to keep me awake while I, and my fellow pilots, find whoever is responsible, and shred them down to their last atom.