Just turn yourself in NOW. It'll make things a whole lot better for everyone. The last thing we need is one of those low flying idiots to crash into someone's house.

Don't worry my friend. You are not bound for the camps. I've made sure of that. You'll be well cared for. We'll send someone to pick you up in a few days. Just pack enough for a weekend. That's all you'll need. Everything else will be provided. You'll be joining many others of like mind. They, like you, understand what lies ahead. No harm will come to you. You will finally be safe. Perhaps for the first time in your life. Safe. Free. At peace.











































We're going to Disneyworld!!

Still waiting for some Black Sabbath references.
 
(Oh, wait...)

I am currently reading PKDs VALIS trilogy.
 
Hopefully you were not awash in a pink light as the plane flew overehead, if so you will have some very interesting times in the future.
 
JR

 
Maybe they were just looking for some beef?

"So, Buckley, I'm happy to report that Operation Google Drone was a complete success. While we normally prefer to use black aircraft, the Hello Kitty plane worked very well."
"But sir, 20 minutes later, the plane crashed."
"We call that a 'Win-Win' scenario, Buckley. Try to keep up. The point is that the distraction was successful. As expected, the subject looked up, distracted by that pastel nightmare. With his mind otherwise occupied, he failed to notice when our operative on the ground, codename: Fluffy, injected him with the compound."
"Uh, sir, I don't think..."
"That's right, Buckley, you don't think. That's why you'll never be more than a right hand man. Where was I? Oh, yes! The subject should reach Phase 2 within the next couple of days. He won't have any idea what's growing inside him until it's too late."
"Sir, I think that..."
"Buckley! We've already established the fact that you don't think, remember? It's not your fault. Some of us were just born with a massive intellect. Instead of brains, you were born with the inherent ability to fetch coffee and marvel at the wisdom of your superiors. By the way, this month, you're trending a little below expectations in the flattery department. I'd like to see you live up to your potential."
"Thank you, sir. I'll try to do better, sir. But, I..."
"Well, you could start with a fresh mug of coffee, Buckley. This one has gone cold while I've basked in the success of the mission. I'm telling you, agent Fluffy has performed well for us before, but this operation was flawless. We can expect our feline operative to return to base once the subject has reached Phase 3. By that time, we'll have full control of the subject and he won't need a handler anymore. You know, Buckley, it's a brilliant plan. There's no possible way the subject will ever know what we've done to him. Get my coffee and I'll finish dictating my memoirs on the Twitty."
"Um, sir, that's Twitter. But sir, I believe the subject can read."
"What?"
"Take a look at the screen, sir. This conversation has just been posted in the CoffeeHouse."
"Buckley, Buckley, Buckley...No one in their right mind believes anything they read in there. That's why we use the FSF for our brainwashing process. Now then, where's my coffee?"

I think U. Bubba is on the right track--it was a distraction.  But I have a much simpler scenario in mind.  Have you noticed and becan missing? 

"Sir, Old55 is on to us!"
"Wait two minutes and hit the self destruct button, Buckley! I'll be in my escape pod."

Like Black Beard, you must be a becaneer!