While twitter goes crazy, the UUM's own contacts page was also going crazy. As many people sent there messages. Some were not serious, some were. Some from governments, or organizations, others not. However, many reported patterns. Only a lucky few civilians would get a message they sent ansured in there email. Most of the time it was a simple automatic message. "This is a automatic message. For less serious inquiries, refer to twitter. Talax is only one fox, and while he is a quantum fox who can respond to many messages without tire, he still has limits." The few civilians who did get a response were overjoyed, sharing it online.

One rather famous one being Mr. Beast, who made a video about it. When he only asked "Would you be willing to Collab with us, and help with some charity work?", of witch Talax responded "Heh, nah. Mr. Famous, we got our own things going. Thou perhaps later." While another, a mother in Kenya, who asked for help regarding her finances, and current situation. Well, she got a very long response detailing several paths out of poverty, that are realistic. Meanwhile... the rest of the world felt anxious. As despite the twitter activity, the contact system has been ghosting most developed nations. While developing, and 3ed world nations got a response for nearly every message. As Talax gave pointers, and ideas, and even practical methods to fix problems. Were they exact? Often not. Were they enough for them to implement with some of there own efforts? Yes! So many of the developing world began to look upon the UUM in a better light, citizens especially. While... authoritarian governments... got worse then ghosted, they got automatically ghosted, with one email leaking, where the UUM's response email simply said "You are immoral dysfunctions pushing your own agendas on the world. We refuse to speak with you. This is a automatic response."

Many authoritarian nations responded to the website, at first by trying to block it. But... they failed. Even with no internet connection on Mt. Everest a person could access it. Furthermore, no method known could block it, or prevent it from being access from any device with a web browser. So the more extreme governments, such as North Korea, with already no one having phones, or internet began to collect, and destroy devices. Banning any form of device. While others just... shook in fear, and dealt with it, as they were annoyed, but removing them from there countries would destabilize them further.

As there was only two options for authoritarian nations. First, was to dobble down, become what the UUM says in the process. Some governments began enforcing draconian measures to suppress UUM-related discussions. Secret police monitored social media posts, interrogated individuals who shared responses from Talax, and imprisoned activists who used the UUM's words as justification for dissent. State-run media denounced the UUM as "a foreign psyop," claiming the entire website was a fabricated illusion designed to erode national sovereignty. In an attempt to discredit the UUM, government propagandists claimed to have "debunked" Talax's replies—though, notably, they never actually disproved any of the practical advice the UUM had given.

The second was to loosen their grip—quietly. Some leaders, recognizing that they were backed into a corner, began making subtle changes to align with the UUM's values in the hopes of one day earning legitimacy. Laws around free speech, previously oppressive, were relaxed slightly. Economic policies shifted toward more transparent, corruption-free models. These governments never publicly admitted that they were adapting to win the UUM's favor, but insiders whispered that officials were desperately trying to move from "immoral dysfunction" to "ignored but not rejected." The logic was simple: if they fixed their internal issues, perhaps, someday, the UUM would acknowledge them.

Many developing nations of course were a mix of authoritarian, and not. As many had corruption in there ranks. So the UUM's responses were tailored to the face of the person asking it. if a person was corrupt, or immoral, it may give a automatic response such as "You are a corrupt, and immoral person for:... This is a automatic response, we refuse to communicate with such people." While for others, who were good, and trying to change there countries, they gave genuine advice. Of course, there was in-betweens. Where they got a specific message, with support, and advice. Plus got burned by Talax.

All of these shifts, developments, and ironies played out daily on social platforms. People posted screenshots of the contact page, showing the same quantum-coded interface that refused to be blocked or censored. They posted pictures of official rejections from the UUM. They cheered or critiqued the economic advice or social solutions dispensed to random individuals worldwide. Hashtags circulated like #UUM_AgainstTyranny and #UUMIgnoresTheRich, capturing the extremes of viewpoint. NGOs in wealthy countries, outraged that their well-funded proposals got no traction, launched marketing campaigns to show how they were effectively implementing solutions in partnership with local communities anyway—"We don't need the alien fox to save us," they'd say. But then, ironically, they might adopt the very same small-scale solutions the fox had proposed to local communities. The line between "coincidence" and "influence" blurred.

One of the strangest sub-narratives was about how the UUM ironically ended up endorsing a form of decentralized global improvement. Some researchers and think tanks started calling it "grassroots cosmic diplomacy," where average citizens engaged with or were inspired by the UUM, bypassing official government channels almost entirely. The website's unstoppable infiltration, combined with the personal, almost intimate nature of Talax's sporadic replies, meant that any illusions of top-down control evaporated. Humanity was forced into an era of radical horizontal communication: it wasn't that Earth's leaders negotiated with a cosmic empire on some dais—it was that a local farmer, single mother, or philanthropic volunteer could directly reach out and maybe get some feasible advice, while an entire cabinet of ministers might be summarily dismissed. The shift in power dynamic this implied was both exhilarating and profoundly destabilizing.

By the time weeks bled into months, the world recognized that the contact page was a new, permanent fixture—a living testament to the UUM's approach of selective engagement. Analysts wrote papers on the psychological toll this could take on large governments. "When your grand overtures are ignored, but small personal pleas for help are answered, it upends centuries of diplomatic norms," wrote one political scientist. To an extent, it was a jarring reflection of the UUM's moral stance: no interest in deals with the powerful, but a willingness to give direct assistance to the underprivileged. Of course, it came with limitations—Talax never offered large-scale freebies or advanced alien technology that could revolutionize entire economies at once. It was always about incremental, local solutions to immediate problems, trusting that if enough individuals improved their situation, a civilization-wide shift would follow.

Mei

For years, Mei had dreamed of escaping China. She had been arrested twice for posting about government corruption, her family monitored, her social media accounts wiped from existence. The police had warned her, but she couldn't stop speaking. She didn't want to live under censorship anymore. Besides, she had seen the horrors. She had been beaten by the police for simply mentioning issues like the wage gap, or other issues. Then her family, one that sees the goverment as perfect. One that abuses her with words. She got disowned last month... she now sits in a shitty rented apartment, with nothing.

However, as she watched the news... the UUM had her inspired. On a VPN, she saught out news articles from other contries, to learn more about then. Eventually arriving at there website. As she read all there logs about what they did. No lies... just... reality. She smiles lightly, as she clicks on contacts. She is unsure what to type at first... she hates it here... she wants to live somewhere nice. Make... her own heaven as they say. "How would i make my own heaven. I am trapped here, in china with all its missinformation, and have no one."

A day later, an answer arrived. "Escape the trap. Make your own heaven elsewhere, in a place where anothers heaven is not. It will not be easy... but here is some steps, and methods..." First... she learned of a small activist group online who helped support each other. She joined it. She also learned of a nice old lady in need of someone to work for her. As she arrives at the small store. She intorudces herself, and soon... she has a job, as she makes money. Until... in the cover of night, she leaves china with a backback, and some Yen. As she arrives at a boat on the store. Smugglers, at least the ok kind. Pay then, stay silent, they will get you to the Philippines. The smugglers barely spoke, only holding out their hands for payment. She gave them everything she had.

Days later, she was in Manila, and from there, she found asylum in Canada. She never spoke publicly about how she got out. But late at night, she still sometimes reread that email and wondered just how deep the UUM's knowledge really went. One day, she gave her story to a interviewer, in private. As she said "A fox started this."

Olivia 

No one had ever written back to Olivia before. She was 14, bouncing between foster homes, knowing that soon she'd age out of the system. No one wanted teenagers. She had stopped hoping. Worst of it, was that her last home gave her a few scars, the one before that, she got blackeyes from school bullies.

With the UUM's growing media precnese. She stuck to socal media, loving every interaction with that funny fox Talax. She asked him one day online. "How does the UUM handle foster children?" With Talax responding "Responsibility"

She turns to the UUM contacts page, as she messages "Hi, im Olivia. Im... in the foster system, and i have no one. Ive heard you help pepole."

A day later, talax responded "Yes, i know. We do help pepole. But we can't do magic. However... email..." She looked at her computer... concerned. She was going to email a total stranger recomended by a fox. A woman named Erin who checks the adoption database every month. All the fox said was explain yourself, and say 'A fox sent me'.

It took nearly a year, but Olivia got a home. And she never told anyone that an alien fox was the reason she had a mother.

US Military

Inside a fortified conference room in the depths of the Pentagon, a cluster of high-ranking U.S. military officials and strategic advisers huddle around a long oak table. Monitors on the walls display looping footage of the Moon's fracture and repair, as well as countless images of the UUM's three known representatives: Atanda, the deer-like enforcer capable of astonishing feats of gravity manipulation; Evtalo, the humanoid with wings and unknown powers; and Talax, the quantum fox who single-handedly humiliated Earth's finest hackers. In front of each attendee are classified dossiers and intelligence briefs, all strewn with red stamps that read "EYES ONLY" or "TOP SECRET."

A brigadier general with silvering hair raps his knuckles against the table to call for silence. "Alright," he begins gravely, "we all know the broad strokes. We're dealing with a civilization so advanced, the word 'superior' isn't strong enough. The question is: do we have any path to deterrence—or do we adapt a posture of acceptance? Let's start with the raw might they've demonstrated."

Colonel Franklin, a ballistic missile specialist, flicks to the first page of her briefing. "Atanda, the so-called 'deer,' is our primary known combatant. We have evidence of him creating a purple fog that manipulated the Moon's surface—space-borne mass that dwarfs any infrastructure we have. He effectively reassembled the Moon's dust and debris with surgical precision. If we treat that as a direct analog to destructive capability, well, it means he has the force projection to collapse or rearrange major planetary bodies. That's a scale beyond all our combined nuclear arsenals."

A hush falls over the room. Another voice chimes in, this time belonging to a younger advisor from the Air Force. "To make matters more complicated, Atanda can open wormholes. We have limited data, but the largest wormhole we seen him open is 20m across. However... that is a underestimation, as we have seen him extend that cursed purple fog to cover a quarter of the moon, and it seems to form a wormhole he uses that fog. So upper-limit is entirely unknown. He's not just a one-man superweapon—he can teleport or relocate people and objects anywhere. The strategic advantage is incalculable. Our entire concept of defensive lines or ballistic interceptors is moot if the adversary can appear behind them or warp them away."

A Marine general scowls. "What about Evtalo? We've only seen glimpses of her, but she looks physically formidable, and the fact that she's accompanied by floating eyes—some sort of extension of herself—suggests advanced multi-sensory awareness. No direct show of destructive capacity, though. She's apparently their 'representative' or 'diplomat.' Still, best not to ignore her. If Atanda is effectively 'law enforcement,' Evtalo's rank could be higher, or her abilities more extensive than we suspect considering 2 of the three has powerful abilities we know of."

"Then there's Talax," Colonel Franklin continues, pointing to a stylized image of the digital fox on one of the screens. "He's more intangible from a traditional standpoint—purely a hacking threat, we used to think. But we know clearly that he can manifest as plasma-like matter, physically stepping out of a computer monitor if he chooses, forming a body. That's not typical infiltration. It borders on quantum shapeshifting. Wether if we can kill him like that is unknown, and considering the others... its worthless to try. If we assume he can appear in any device connected to the internet, we must treat the entire digital space as compromised. He can teleport, hack, glean real-time data from any server on Earth. That includes classified networks if we slip up even once. Our recent experiences confirm that air-gapped systems remain relatively safe—but the second data touches any network cable or radio signal bridging the air gap, he has a potential inroad. We've never faced an intruder who can vanish into an unknown quantum domain and reappear on the other side of the planet at will."