This was an offer the Godfather couldn’t refuse. I just hope I wasn’t biting off more than I could chew. Needless to say, I was also as curious as a tomcat. What could the U.S. government want with a little peon like me?
“What’s the mission?” I asked, slightly apprehensive.
“Before we can reveal that, you must sign this contract,” one of the NASA officials said, handing me a pen and paper.
The contract basically stated that I couldn’t ever, under any circumstances, disclose what I would be doing. After reading the contract, I was slightly disappointed that I wouldn’t be changing my outfit in a phone booth or flying out of a bat cave. Looks like there would be no movie deal after all. But that didn’t keep me from signing on the dotted line. I figured, what the heck. I needed something to add some spunk to my life. Count me in, the whole nine yards, hoping I hadn’t just fallen for some elaborate hoax.
“By the way,” I said. “I didn’t catch either of your names.”
“You don’t need to know,” they said in stereo.
“Okay…Excuse me for asking.” Red flags were waving, but what the heck. Dollar signs and being a hero were blocking my vision.
I signed on the dotted line, packed a bag, and was immediately flown to the NASA headquarters in Cape Canaveral, Florida, on a government aircraft, no less. I still did not know just exactly what my mission was.
The place was buzzing with activity and you could feel an aroma of excitement in the air. It was crawling with security personnel. There was no chance that even a cockroach could enter the facility without being detected and setting off an alarm.
The services NASA required from me turned out to be the Morse code skills I had acquired in the Navy. If you recall, I had achieved a code speed far superior to that of anyone else on record. Apparently, my record still stood. It still hadn’t dawned on me at this point to wonder how or why I had developed that skill.
After dusting off the rust, I was back up to speed in no time. I hadn’t lost my touch. D-day had arrived. It was time to reveal the mission, and along the way I would also discover why and how I had excelled in my Morse code skills.
Brace yourself, here comes the revelation.
NASA explanation of my mission started by first admitting that the government had been covering up some UFO sightings and alleged alien abductions.
Well…how about that Charlie Brown!
“You and your first wife were among the abducted,” they confessed. (Keep in mind, that at this point I hadn’t yet melted my memory blocks).
“You’ve got to be joshing me,” I said. “This is what my mission is about—UFOs and alien abductions? Sci-Fi stuff?”
To be honest, I was not really shocked or surprised to hear this. I bet you have had some suspicions too, huh? It turns out, Claudia had been right all along. I should have suspected it, but I suppose I just wasn’t able to believe and face it before this point in time. I suppose I had too many other obstacles clogging my mind. I reckon that puts me in the same category as most skeptical people, which probably includes you too.
But, in the back of my mind, I still suspected that perhaps this was a hoax or maybe there was a sci-fi movie deal in the works and for whatever reason, I had been picked to be the next Star Trek Captain. Surely there had to be a logical explanation for all this. Maybe they thought that if I believed their story, then that would make the movie more believable? As you can see, my mind is contemplating every conceivable configuration, except the right one.
The NASA officials continued by telling me that I didn’t remember the abductions, because the abductors had installed memory blocks. During my first abduction, my Morse Code skills were instilled, along with a few other enriched modifications. I suppose that could explain my increased IQ, improved hand-eye coordination and eyesight, and some other enhancement that put a smile on my face that I really don’t need to tell you about.
My NASA friends did not reveal why my ex-wife was abducted, or at least not until later. That information was available only on a need-to-know basis, and I didn’t need to know just yet. I would be hearing those words quite often in the coming weeks. The NASA officials never implied that extraterrestrials or aliens were the abductors. They did imply that the abductors had been spying on us since “who knows when.” Another need to know.
It was just after the Apollo Program when the abductors decided to make first contact, the NASA officials explained. Evidently, the abductors had learned enough about us and desired a conversation. I wondered what it was that brought it on. Had we done something that frightened them? Maybe their comfort zone had been invaded. Maybe our technology was getting close to exposing them. I suppose there could be a hundred different reasons. I would eventually find out, and it wouldn’t even be close to what I had imagined.
The abductors agreed to share some of their technology with us, as long as the government continued to deny their existence. This could partially explain why our technology had developed so rapidly in the past few decades. If you were to stop and think about it, our technology had advanced more in the last two decades than it had in the last 2000 years.
The NASA officials went on to explain that the abductors had prepared some of those abducted (which included me) for when the first contact would become necessary. I would learn later, however, that there were other reasons for the abductions.
Many abductees were identified as NASA personnel, along with other VIP’s. After first contact, NASA established a top secret UFO department, known only to the American president and a few top U.S. military personnel. Of course, to this day, Uncle Sam still denies their existence. Knowledge about it was on a need-to-know basis, AND YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW.
I bet you’re having a hard time believing all this crap. I know I was, but the dollar signs and possible movie deals kept tickling my curiosity. NASA’s story just kept getting better and better, as they further explained that many abductees had been abducted repeatedly. Some had to be prepared in stages, they said, since the human body and mind couldn’t absorb a whole lot of their knowledge at once.
The first abductees were prepared to assist in the development of an effective communication device. It turned out that the abductors could see and hear, but had no verbal speech, therefore making communication with us painfully slow, even with their advanced technology. They communicated with one another using mental telepathy. Apparently, our brain wave patterns were different, so mental telepathy did not work with us. I would discover later that it was because humans were capable of using only about ten per cent of our brain at this stage of our development.
So why couldn’t the abductors speak? Well, apparently, developing telepathic communication caused them to lose their vocal cords. The old saying, if you don’t use it, you lose it, hypothesis. I would find out later that this applied elsewhere, too. Think reproduction. But I am getting ahead of myself. Since the abductors could not communicate with us verbally, communication was painstakingly slow. This was why they abducted and gave me and others skills that would help develop an effective communication device.
The abductors identified to our government a number of abductees whom they had programmed to develop and assemble such a device. NASA then gather up these abductees and formed a Communications Development team. The team consisted of mathematicians and musicians, along with electronic, sound, and lighting experts. Added to the team at the last minute was yours truly, as I was considered to be the Morse code guru.
OORAH!
Are you still with me or are you thinking you’ve stepped into a sci-fi tale? Who in the world would believe this shit? I warned you at the beginning that your reality would never be the same.
Anyhow, at this point I figured that I might as well play along. My curiosity was overriding my common sense, compelling me to find out where all this would lead. Besides, the nest egg, possible movie deal, and the notion of rescuing distressed pretty ladies was still playing in the back of my mind.
Our team
was put to work right away. In a few weeks’ time, working around the clock, we were able to develop a fast and effective device to communicate with an intelligent being that had no vocal cords. The device used lights, sound, and music to deliver Morse Code by sight and sound. Morse Code is an international language. Apparently, it must be intergalactic as well, although this last statement was just an assumption. I swear, George Lucas and Stephen Spielberg must have been abductees too, because their movie two years later, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, featured a carbon copy of our device.
Everything that has happened up to now was leading up to my next encounter, which, this time wouldn’t be a forced abduction. Wouldn’t you know it, I would be going willingly.
I was about to come face to face with the abductors and finally be aware of it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Phenomenon
Now that faster communications had been established, I soon discovered that the abductors had further plans for me and some other abductees. My NASA buddies informed me they required my assistance in another project. Yours truly was number one on their list.
Turns out, that day, I was the only one chosen among the team members selected to participate. I had no idea why I was the only one chosen, but I would eventually learn that there were others I hadn’t been aware of.
All communications with the abductors thus far had been conducted by government higher echelons. Keep in mind, at this point I still had not had any direct contact with the abductors that I could remember. Had something to do with the mind blocks they had installed. Nor had I had direct communications with higher government brass. In the back of my mind, I still had suspicions that someone could be pulling the wool over my eyes.
Then I received a statement from my bank, confirming my first payment. It was time to reevaluate. Maybe a little wool wasn’t so bad if it provided a retirement nest egg. Perhaps there was some truth to this after all.
I had no clue as to why, what, or where the next mission would be or take me. Strictly need to know. But curiosity got the best of the tomcat again and I agreed to go along. Although I had a feeling I would be going whether I wanted to or not. The two NASA officials who had first contacted me accompanied me to another government aircraft.
Man, this must be costing taxpayers big time.
The three of us boarded Air Force Two, and off we flew into the wild blue yonder. As you may know, Air Force Two is the Vice President’s plane. I’m thinking I’m a VIP, but you’re probably thinking, I’m a sheep being led to slaughter. Either way, there was no turning back at this point.
The interior of the plane, which was equipped with an elaborate bar, a cozy lounge and private sleeping quarters, resembled a hotel suite more than it did a passenger airplane. I sure did get the VIP treatment. I had my own cute, flirty flight attendant to wait on me hand and foot. The food, drinks, and service were fit for a king.
Stuffed to my eyelids, I crawled into my private sleeping quarters and immediately fell into a deep sleep, as I was exhausted. I had no idea where we were going, although I suspected that my NASA buddies knew. It was a long plane ride over lots of ocean. When we arrived, I peeked out a window and recognized the place immediately, even though I had never been there. We were landing on Easter Island.
I had read about Easter Island and its statues, and that’s how I recognized the place. The island is called the navel of the world or the eye turned towards the sky. It was a place of surging breakers, precipitous cliffs, towering volcanoes, and open windswept slopes, all located on the most remote island in the Pacific Ocean. Dominating the landscape, of course, were the island’s famous statues. These massive, stylized figures, known as Moai, made of buff-colored volcanic stone, are both majestic and disturbing. Their heads are immense, their expressions are brooding and disdainful, their ears are grotesquely elongated, and their chins are jutting and powerful. Their arms hang rigidly alongside their legless trunks. Their hands extend stiffly across their protuberant bellies.
Could this be what the abductors looked like?
No one knows what these great Gulliver’s were doing in this Lilliputian land, a mere forty-five square miles in extent. The statues seemed like sentinels, but over what were they standing guard?
We were met by several U.S. Army personnel as we deplaned. The Army officer-in-charge seemed to know the two NASA officials, as there were no introductions. They escorted us in Army vehicles to a small rundown shack, located at the base of a gigantic volcano.
The one room shack was dusty and empty of furniture. Not even a stool to sit on or a pot to piss in. The wood floor looked like it wouldn’t support much weight. There was one small dirty window covered with a large spider web. They had no maid service here.
In the middle of the room was a trap door with an old leather strap screwed to it. One of my companions grabbed the strap and lifted the trap door. The door squeaked as dust filled the air and made me cough.
“You first,” he said, as he handed me a flashlight.
“Why me? I have no idea where to go.”
I could imagine them closing the door behind me, trapping me in this God forsaken place.
“Just follow the stairs. We will be right behind you,” one of them said, with a slight smirk on his face.
His statement and smirk weren’t really that reassuring, but I reluctantly followed his instructions.
I was somewhat relieved when they did follow. The stairway led to an elevator. Only my NASA buddies and I took the elevator. Down we went, to who knew where. It seemed to be a bottomless pit, as it seemed to take forever to reach our destination.
“May I ask where this leads to?” I asked, breaking the silence and not really expecting an answer.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” responded one of my so-called buddies.
For cryin’ out loud man, what was I getting myself into?
My anxiety level started to rise again as my mind started to imagine all kinds of scenarios. I could picture the abductor to be a flesh-eating alien and I was to be its main course. Or maybe the abductor needed slaves to take back to its home planet.
Just focus on the nest egg, movie deal, and the pretty dames who may be in distress, I had to remind myself.
We finally reached our destination and departed the elevator into a narrow, damp, and dimly lit passageway, where we were greeted by two powerful looking government men.
“Watch your step,” said one of the Secret Service agents. Water dripped from condensation on the ceiling, making the passageway slippery.
I could tell who they were by the patches on their jackets. I knew these people were usually assigned to VIP government personnel. They led the way on a long, cautious walk before we finally entered a large cavern. My eyes immediately focused on a large egg shaped dome stationed in the middle of the room. It was about twenty feet high and maybe fifty feet around. It was filled with a thick swirling misty vapor, which made it difficult to see anything that might be inside.
“What is this place?” I asked in wonderment.
“It’s -”
“Need to know,” interrupted one of the Secret Service guys.
“We can tell him, since he’ll be getting a memory block after all this is through,” responded the other agent.
Giving me a memory block? What in Sam Hill are they talking about?
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Your NASA buddies will explain.” With that, the two Secret Service agents departed the cavern.
The two NASA officials looked at me, and then one said, “This is the abductor’s home base, and one of them wants to speak with you.”
Now why didn’t this news surprise me? I bet you have suspected this all along, huh?
“Yeah, okay, it’s about time they show their face,” I remarked somewhat reluctantly.
One of the officials handed me a bizarre looking helmet. “Put this on,” he ordered.
“What the heck is this for?”
The helmet, as it turned o
ut, was why the abductors had measured my head during the abduction in Oklahoma, though at the time I had no idea that this had been done.
You do remember me telling you about this, right?
“It’s to communicate one on one with the abductor,” one of my friends stated.
“Ok, so how does it work?”
“That’s slightly above your pay scale. Just put it on,” he commanded.
The helmet looked and felt like leather. It resembled the helmets worn by football players back in the early days of the game. But this one had lots of tiny blinking lights flashing all different colors.
I could feel a slight vibration and hear a slight eerie high-pitched sound coming from it. I reluctantly slipped it on. It conformed perfectly to the shape of my head. Suddenly, it became deafeningly quiet. Sort of like the calm before a storm. I immediately observed a mysterious figure emerging from the swirling mist inside the dome. I had finally come face to face with an abductor.
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