Our friends, brothers and sisters to our cause, lend me your ears.

Loyalties transcend all boundaries. You probably already knew this. Yet, few dare to think bigger- to think further- to believe that no distance, not even the vast, inky void of space, can seperate us from our dreams.

What are our dreams?

We have but one- to be citizens of the Moon.

Why the moon, you may ask. You think we might be possessed with delusions of grandeur, seeking out utopia in a fool's crusade worthy of the Tyrians and the Carthaginians. We beg to differ.

For we, the Citizens of the Moon, have prepared a place. A fortress that will shelter us in times of need. When the Earth is bathed in the fires of the apocalyptic war, long ago prophesied by the ancient Assyrians, we will look upon it from the heavens and we will know that we alone were ready.

And now, we extend our invitation to you. No man is an island, and without your help our future is as bleak as the life that will remain on Earth. The preparations for our final ascension stand ready- only our lack of resources have betrayed us.

We are not proud. We humble ourselves and beg for your assistance. With your help, humanity- not all, but the ones who do believe- will survive to reach out and seize the future.

President of the Moon
-G.