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Thank you for your interest in the United Nations.
Your e-mail address
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Subject
big game hunting!
Message
:33 < *the rogue of heart wishes to explore the vast and tempting wilderness of this alien planet, in search of the most delicious game!*
:33 < *purrhaps she will even sink her sharp claws into the most elusive b33st of all*
:33 < *the human, of course*
June 12th, 2008, United Nations offices, Geneva, Switzerland
"Gentlemen."
The murmurs in the room silenced all at once, and every occupant turned his head towards the speaker. He was a tall, impressive-looking man in a well-tailored suit, and his expression was grim. He clicked a device in his hand, and a large image was plastered on the screen behind him.
"Some time last night we received an anonymous communique with a decidedly hostile tone. All efforts to trace its source have proved futile. We have no way to determine whether this is a genuine threat, or some punk's idea of a hilarious joke." His expression suggested he did not find this, or anything else, particularly hilarious.
"The IP address can't be traced?" asked another besuited man.
"There is no IP address," answered the speaker ominously.
"The hacker used a proxy of some sort," guessed one of the others.
"No," said the speaker flatly. "It wasn't a hidden IP adress, there was no address at all."
"Meaning?"
The speaker sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe I'm saying this out loud, but... the source of the message may not be... strictly speaking... from Earth."
The room's occupants appeared to be too shocked even to gasp.