Our island epic has entered the home straight for some time now. It is time to give the adventure around the enchanted island and its inhabitants a worthy ending and who could be better suited for this than the chief mystic of Katermukke himself Mister Dirty Doering. With a clap of thunder, he will give the drama another boost and thus elicit the secrets from the last chapter of our long story. Fasten your seatbelts and lean back for some top-notch entertainment which may will leave you drenched in sweat and lost in thought. A big thank goes to the wonderful author of this story, which has mesmerized us for such a long time, Simon Rucker!
I am number 3,121 and on the way to my place of work. Years of relentless training and highly risky top-secret missions all over the planet have made me cold and ruthless. I analyze, calculate, adjust my actions for maximum efficiency. I am efficient. All my Brothers and Sisters from Unit 3 are efficient. Being efficient is our outstanding feature. I am number 3,121 and this mission is different than any before. That's what my conditioning could feel after the first introductory words of Unit 3.100. This mission is unlike anything that our kind has done so far. I'm number 3.121 and next to me sitting in the belly of the carrier, are the other one hundred numbers of my unit. Destination: a small uninhabited island in the tropical Atlantic. Mission: not yet completely known. But I know more. My conditioning puts the puzzle pieces together one by one. June 2018. A investigation report in the newspaper. After 51 weeks, the search crew of a large aircraft found the debris of a missing passenger plane. The crash site was said to be near a small uninhabited island in the tropical Atlantic. My conditioning need not be as strong as it is to count one and one together. A few days later. The same newspaper. A less objective background report. An American yacht was reported to be anchored in a bay on the island. Parts of the aircraft wreckage had been dragged onto the shore. The searchers had found remnants of an apparent simple dwelling on the edge of the forest near the beach. In addition, several fire pits. A few days later. A catchy tabloid leaflet. My conditioning filters, evaluates, sorts the facts. I recognize more than most others. I recognize many things. The report was from a notebook of two missing tourists who allegedly had hired the yacht. Search team members were interviewed on several pages after their return to the Americas. Interviews and photographs in front of a scenic picture of a wild jungle-covered island. Strange sounds and lights were reported to have been registered shortly before departure. A bad feeling descended upon everyone and overshadowed their last hours on the island...
