by CG Blade
“Janet?” Jackie was now speaking through a fixed microphone talking to techs in the imaging room. She could see the techs through the window separating the two teams, “can you change the micro lens to infrared? Let’s also see if we can dial down the offset bias a little and get a better resolution on the back half.”
“You’ve done this before?” Emily asked smirking.
“Just once or twice,” Jackie said never taking her eyes off the live image. “There, there that’s good. Now we need to deal with the saturation. Let’s adjust the gain and dial out some of the noise were getting.” Some of the images were grainy and the resolution was unfocused and unclear. Tissue and cell structure began to appear more clearly as Jackie began resetting equipment and instructing her staff to do the same. The staff and techs were like extensions of Jackie’s hands, almost knowing in advance, what she wanted of them and what she was asking. Emily could tell they were like a well-oiled machine who had worked together for a while. She was starting to doubt her own suspicions about these people. Had she been wrong in thinking they were purveyors of war? Was there another side?
Most of the aides and techs had been scanned by the time Bar showed up. He was next on the table and Emily treated him with a little more kindness than the rest of the crew. Most of the crew could tell that maybe the two of them were getting a little closer to each other and possibly hiding it from everyone. The imaging techs positioned Bar’s head into the head coil which prevented him from moving while the scanning was being done. The machine hummed as they moved him into the Tesla Scanner and the imaging began. For a scientific man who ran his life by the belief that all questions could be explained by calculations, Bar looked worried.
“Do you want some music, Bar?” Jackie asked. She could see his foot moving in slow circles that was a slight kind of neuropathy when being nervous especially about this kind of testing.
“No, no don’t need any music thanks,” Bar quickly replied, “How long is this going take do you think?”
Emily and Jackie were now staring at the screens as the images started to appear slowly a couple of minutes later. Bar seemed very uncomfortable in the small confined tube.
“‘Bout five minutes left Bar doing great,” Jackie said, “enhance image at the bottom second quadrant” Jackie was now giving the imaging computer in front of her more voice instructions. “I don’t see…wait…no nothing. Bar you are clean. Negative. We’re going to get you out of there now.” She instructed the techs to move him back out of the machine.
Bar sat up at the side of the machine with his head in his hands, relieved that he had been cleared of “this thing” that they had tried so hard to find. He could now know that one hundred percent of him was real and that his thoughts were his own. He could now focus on the others and the other tasks in front of him. “Thank God,” Bar said as the blood started coming back into his face “Has anyone in here been found to have this microchip in them?” He asked raising his voice so everyone in the next room could hear him.
“Yes Bar,” Emily said softly through the microphone as not to startle anyone in particular. “I haven’t been scanned yet but I think I’m next. We do have some people who were positive though.”
Bar didn’t know what to say. He lowered his head, slowly staring at the white floor tiles while getting up and walking into the imaging control room. He knew this was no time to celebrate. Emily walked past him on the way to the Tesla and he gave her a slight wink. She knew he was behind her and would fight for her now. She could feel it.
The techs strapped Emily into the head coil while Jackie operated the controls with the precision of a ship captain going through a typhoon.
“Want some music Emily?” Jackie asked
“You know what you got any Yanni? It’s vintage I know.” Emily thought this would calm her nerves.
“Yeah we got that hold on.” Jackie was now instructing the computer to bring up a wav file of music. “Here we go.”
Emily was scooted into the music-filled machine while she noticed Bar who stood alongside Jackie and the techs in the control room. He began introducing himself to the staff and thanked them for their assistance in which they replied in kind gestures.
“Okay Emily just a few more seconds,” Jackie spoke to her through the mic. She cut the music and then began moving Emily back out. The Vidscreens in the control room all flickered for a split second in front of Jackie’s eyes and then went back to normal. That was weird, Jackie commented to herself having never seen this happen before. There must have been a small power drain somewhere.
Emily sat up and stared at Jackie now staring at her through the window.
“I’m—sorry—Emily you…”
Emily interrupted her at that point. “I’ve got it don’t I?”
“No! You’re okay. There’s no microchip in the image.”
Bar rushed into the imaging room and picked Emily up by her slumping shoulders. She was limp and emotionless. No crying. No nothing. It was just some bizarre wave of numbness.
“Look at me, Emily…” Bar tried to get her to focus on his eyes.
“It’s okay Bar I’m okay. Really I’m okay.”
Emily gathered her thoughts. She shifted towards the others who hadn’t been tested. She looked up at Bar who just let go of her slowly. She was overly calm. He stood back a step and stared at her. She was tired relieved and upset all at once. Bar stood back and let her walk robotically back into the control room. On the way past him, she winked secretly at him returning the earlier gesture.
Doctor Sanders and Jackie with the rest of the imaging team had finished their testing and some workers had to come back the next day to resume testing. Some of the findings were shocking to the patients and they were offered counseling if they were found to be positive for the microchip. Saunders and Jackie instructed the computer to compile all their initial findings into a report and then sort through all the data. Some interesting patterns were starting to emerge that could be the key to all of this. Statements out of these new findings might be able to rule out the facility and Bar especially wanted to know if he could trust the people he was working with. After all, they seemed to be the people who in Emily’s mind were in touch with type of hardware that had been found in the cadavers. He didn’t want to discredit anyone until all the facts were in.
Chapter 12
COLLUSION
The next afternoon the employees of the facility were starting to gather noisily in the 300 seat Main Lecture Hall two floors above the Preservation Room. A couple of hundred people piled into the brightly lit room that resembled any hall anywhere on any college campus. Being in this large room was kind of like going back in time for many of its occupants with the exception that they just couldn’t walk outside, get into their vehicles, and drive away. When the General and the staff designed this facility, they considered that fact and provided everyone with every bell and whistle known to man to keep them happy and content. He wanted them to concentrate on their work not on trying to leave.
The stage in the hall had a hundred-foot wide crystal Vidscreen in the background with a sound system that tied into every known network on the planet. Lecturers also used this screen for slide events and presentations. The seating in the hall started out evenly at the stage and there was a gradual incline up to the back where the hall manager sat and played with the sound and lighting of the massive Vidscreen. Hall technicians had set up the screen to play the staff’s findings from the past two days. They had carefully supplied the hall manager with a lot of information so everyone wanted to get started. They were excited to provide Bar’s data to everyone with the hopes they could end this madness. Emily, Jackie, Doctor Sanders, and General Cooper would sit up on stage to assist with Bar’s findings. Tinker was just as content staying out of the limelight, as was Noozy, Emily’s young aide, so they sat in the first row and talked shop until the lecture began.
The huge Vidscreen divided into separate feeds from channels all over the w
orld that everyone was watching while they waited for Cooper to arrive. One feed in particular caught everyone’s eye: A female reporter from WDNC news network at their New York broadcast center appeared suddenly onscreen with a breaking news report “WDNC will now go to a live shot of Rayson Industries CEO Ray Nelson with an important update of the terrible collider incidents.” She instructed the video feed to switch as an on-the-scene reporter instructed a videographer to pan over to Ray Nelson standing behind a podium with several microphones in front of him. Behind him was one of his many factories with the Rayson Industries ‘shield’ logo in full view. The sun beat down on Ray’s tanned face as his long grey hair blew in the wind. He cleared his throat and began talking to the world as if he were a Shakespearian actor on a global stage.
“My friends, colleagues, media officials, and the world press,” Ray knew how to handle this part so well and loved to see himself on camera as everyone in the Lecture Hall watching this media event unfold told each other about it sarcastically. “On behalf of my staff and me I would first like to say that this has been a terrible tragedy and we are all deeply saddened for the victims’ families and friends. Secondly, my staff and team of highly regarded scientists have looked into this matter and I can now say without a shadow of a doubt that these are isolated incidents at collider sites and are in no way connected to any ‘mind control’ theories or speculations. They are, as we call it in the scientific world, a ‘random algorithmic variable’ that poses no threat to anyone around or near one of these sites. I have personally set up a fund for the victims’ families and will be in touch with them soon. I will not be taking any questions and for further inquiries, you may contact my secretary or my press release manager, Cab Geld. Thank you all for coming.”
“What a load of bullshit! He’s so kind” Tinker blurted out sarcastically in a thick Irish accent from the front row of the Lecture Hall “he’s a lunatic I tell ya!”
Everyone in the room gave a slight snicker and some laughed aloud.
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Cooper walked into the hall proceeded loudly up on stage and instructed the massive Vidscreen to turn off. He was dressed in his everyday green Army camos. He uncapped himself, stood behind the wooden podium on stage, and began to speak. The rest of the ‘collider team’ scientists were behind him sitting in chairs waiting their turn.
“Thank you all for coming and breaking away from your normal schedules.” The video manager tried to dial down the piercing sound of the speaker’s volume while Cooper continued. “I know everyone here has a lot of questions and hopefully we have some or all of the answers we need here today. I would just ask that we keep it civil and hold our questions until we hear all the facts and allow all of us up here on stage to get our information out. I was tested this morning as verified by Doctor’s Sanders and Siebert and I am also the recipient of one of these ‘microchip modules’ in my head.” Cooper seemed ‘pissed off’ but calming biting his upper lip pushing his jaw outward.
Everyone in the room shared a collective gasp. Cooper looked up past the audience and saw Petra in the back of the hall standing with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning against a wall in the shadows. She was dressed in a grey sweatshirt with “ARMY” across the chest and grey shorts and tennis shoes. Her cobalt streaked blonde hair was in a ponytail. She was in her Army workout gear and looked surprisingly relaxed.
“Before we begin removal of these devices we first have to know what they are and why they are there so I would like to hand over the stage to a couple of colleagues of mine that you may or may not have met, Doctor Al-Tabar and Doctor Judson. Please do not hesitate to give suggestions or ask them questions today as some of our lives may depend upon it. Thank you all again—Doctors please…” Cooper pointed to Bar and Emily as he sat down next to them. Bar stood up and told Emily he would go first. Tinker made his way to the back of the hall with the video manager to assist in making sure the correct slide was being shown at the correct time during the meeting.
“Good afternoon colleagues and ladies and gentleman. If you have not met me my name is Doctor Rie Al-Tabar but most people just call me Bar for short. First, let me tell you a little about the colliders themselves. Doctor Ringler and I have assisted in their conception, inception, and installations. We are very familiar with the workings and theories behind every one of these eleven sites worldwide. We have helped to establish a foundation with the surrounding communities in bringing clean power to them. The testing we did early on provided us with all of the information we currently have in regards to frequency levels and their respective sine waves. I can tell you with no uncertainty that it is very improbable that the Medium Particle Colliders’ could scramble someone’s brain.” Bar was now pointing to a slide of a particle collider site with an overhead view. The frequency waves in the slide were starting at the circumference of the collider and spanning outward away from it. “As you can see in this slide the frequency wave from this MPC stops at thirty meters from the center, or around one hundred feet outside of its circumference just outside of the building’s main complex, about fifty feet short of the main gate and fencing. The particle collider units are encased in concrete underground so this stops any amplification past that point.”
Everyone in the room was fixed on Bar and nodded in agreement at his findings.
“So in conclusion, there is absolutely no way a collider frequency wave could have influenced anyone or anything outside of the gates. It is just impossible. We believe,” Bar said now looking at everyone on stage and then turning to his audience “that these people or victims so to speak are not trying to destroy or sabotage a collider. They were looking for help but did not know how to communicate in their state of mind at the time. The only data we have so far to date shows that the frequency may be coming from either a satellite array of some form or a combination of linked wind generators.”
Everyone was silent in the huge room.
“There is a reason I suggest this and I will get to that in a minute.” Tinker changed the video screen slide. “Here you see a flat view of the world map. You may notice the green and silver indicator dots we placed all over the map. These dots are not randomly placed there they are the geographic test results of the microchip Tesla MRI imaging we did to everyone in this facility. We placed a green dot where there was a positive result for the microchip in your brains and a silver dot where there is a negative result. What do we notice here? All of the green dots are in the United States. All people that were born and raised here in the United States are positive for the microchip.”
Everyone was now talking to each other and discussing the findings loudly and looked like they were in a state of ‘shock’. Cooper stood up and asked them to let Bar finish his report before they discussed this openly.
“Doctor Judson and Doctor Siebert and I have come to suggest that this is more than likely a result of vaccinations or flu shots that was given out to you and your children.” No one in the audience was speaking now. “Everyone that tested positive had a vaccination or flu shot by the U.S. Government within the last five years or so. We believe that these microchip modules disguised as vaccines were at one time smaller and possessed the ability to seek out and find the part of the brain that is responsible for thoughts and memories to provide a ‘bypass’ to these thought areas when they were categorically switched on by a user or users.” The whole room was in a total state of shock now. No one was moving an inch and you could have heard a pin drop in the massive room. “All it takes is a wireless or satellite frequency with a strong enough signal and the correct binary code of ones and zeroes and you have ‘mass hallucination’.”
“Why?” One of the techs asked shakily yet loudly from the back of the room.
“Well, as far as we can tell we might have a clue from one of the microch
ips themselves,” Bar replied looking at the asker. “Here is a close-up view of a microchip module we recovered from one of the cadavers.” Bar was now using a red laser pointer moving over the screen behind him. “As you can see here magnified many times over the corner of the microchip has the initials ‘R.C.’ stamped inside it with a familiar logo.” It was the Rayson Industries logo, which was a shield with ‘R.C.’, etched inside it. “We believe this is a product from Rayson Industries.”
“That damn bastard!” someone gasped aloud. Everyone in the room shook their heads slowly in unison.
“Almost a hundred years ago, 1994 to be exact, the United States government was playing around with something called project HAARP or the High-Frequency Active Auroral Research Project. This was their attempt at a number of experiments to further humanity and science in general. It used a high-frequency radio beam or ionosphere heater to beam energy into the earth’s upper atmosphere. This at one time was theorized to be a weather weapon against America’s enemies but was never proven. There were a dozen or more research projects done that could indicate that they had the capability to control space signals or earthquakes and magnetic pole reversal and mind control.” Tinker changed the slide to one of a list of nineteen known HAARP experiments. “There was a lot more that was being done here than anyone has ever let on to. The reason I say this is because the main facilitator and backer of this project was John Everett Nelson, Ray Nelson’s grandfather.”
Now everyone was in small heated debates with each other throughout the room and Cooper let it go on for a while letting Bar catch his breath and get himself a drink of water. It sounded like a neighborhood bar with drunken patrons trying to talk over the top of each other.
“We think,” Bar said, taking a little bit more time to explain this part with his hands gripping the sides of the podium tightly, “the signals are or were being generated through wind generators from a repeater station somewhere in the U.S.... This station would be linked to satellites or something like the HAARP project delivering a binary code which could essentially switch a microchip on or off in the brain. It would be sort of like the communications that drones use to communicate to each other through wind generators. There is no greater amount of structures available throughout the country that can deliver information to a highly populated area with the exception of these wind generators. We do not know where the station is that is delivering the signals to the wind generators from the satellite. The biggest question is ‘why’? We still do not have an answer on the so-called collider number puzzle, which may be a help determining that question but were still working on that. We also believe that everyone working here at the Meredith facility is so far under the earth that you are ‘immune’ to this signals amplified reach. I will be available for debriefing later. Thank you and now I hand the podium over to Doctor Judson and Doctor Siebert.”