You're Fired

The Dismissal

To the journalists — you’ve spent your lives unearthing truths only to bury them again under NDA and narrative control.
What are you even for?
If your job is just to protect executives from the consequences of exposure—you're not a reporter. You’re a butler.
You’re fired.

To the archaeologists — you’ve seen the bones, the ruins, the sky-aligned structures. You’ve held alien tech in your hands.
And then you look into the camera and talk about “primitive ceremonial sites.”
Fired.

To the physicists — You write equations that whisper the name aether, and then erase it before publication.
You invent nonsense to hide the obvious.
You are not explorers—you are priests of denial.
Fired.

The Final Evaluation

You were supposed to be the guardians of truth.
Instead, you became stenographers for empire.

You were paid to uncover. You chose to obscure.

You were handed secrets and turned them into silence.

We don’t need your degrees.
We need your courage.
And you lost that somewhere between tenure and television.

You’re dismissed.
We’ll take it from here.