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"This huge sprawling base east of Groom Lake 15 miles on U.S. 6
is not run by the Department of Defense but by Sandia National Laboratories for the DOE. "
A slide diagram behind her showed a device. "We have reverse engineered an engine, producing controlled, self-sustaining,
nuclear fusion, contained by a strong magnetic field. Lasers are used to implode fissionable material and produce
a cold fusion propulsion system which has gravity-defying magnetic fields.
Sandia Labs has developed and designed a device that can defeat alien craft in space." On screen behind her
was a 1.5 block long barrel horizontally supported on a non-conductive wooden tressel 30 feet high connected to
a two-story tower, connected in turn to immense electrical apparatus with huge arms and massive connecting cables,
looking life a gigantic Van de Graff generator.
"The weapon has advanced particle acceleration capabilities that can deliver a one hundred trillion volt burst
of ions using a lithium diode one inch thick; this device would be clearly overkill for a mere incoming missile."
Chapter 2
On May 11th 1998, 700 people crammed into an auditorium that seated only five hundred. It began to rain. It was
a rain unlike any other rain. It rained streams, torrents, drenching and swelling; a deluge of rain; it rained
and it never stopped raining. It was a rain that turned rivulets into streams and streams into frozen rivers. It
molted the bushes and trees of leaves; it shrank the wet hands of men into the shriveled claws of apes. The rain
slapped a cigarette from Dr. Larry Lincoff's hand, half lit, as he cupped his hands from the rain to shelter his
cigarette lighter. Its guest speaker was Dr. Gary Lincoff, a world renowned psychoanesthesiologist who was also
an abductee. He himself had been taken from the desert, in Texas, when he was seven years old. His father, shot-gun
in hand and he were climbing rocky outbreaks amidst cactus and scrub. A craft appeared overhead. It had appeared
from nowhere instantly. It had blue, like the sky, slowly changing to brown, like the desert floor, then silver
as though the color progression change of metal cooling. Later, when his father had awoken, a shell had been discharged,
missing from the chamber but he had no memory of ever firing the gun. Gary was swept into an overhead craft and
examined by small, dark, large-eyed, hairless beings; large pear-shaped heads that extended in the back, a thin
torso, long arms with three long fingers, spindly legs, no ears and mere slits for mouth. The large black eyes
strangely failed to have any compelling power; he felt pain unlike any ever imagined; as he screamed they penetrated
virtually every part of his body; ears, eyes, nose, head, sinuses, feet, arms, intestines, legs.
The large black-wet eyes stared at him endlessly, extensively, close up to his head. "This will not hurt,
they said." But agony suffused lines and channels in his body. Terror, rage and pain overcame him. The creatures
were puzzled at his pain; they could not alleviate his suffering; he was oddly resistant to their profoundly powerful
form of mind control.
When he returned to the desert floor some forty minutes later his father looked switched off. eyes glazed saliva
dribbling from the right corner of his mouth. The boy's sobbing woke the father.
His father told him he had imagined and dreamed it. "The Texas sun can give you heat stroke, make you see
things", he had said holding the shaking boy close and placing a hand over his son's forehead. "We'll
find some shade." They walked to the shade of hemlock and mesquite at the foot of rock outgrowth and ate bologna
sandwiches with yellow mustard and washed it down with canteen water. But the child held his father's hand and
would not let go; he stared upwards in fear.
When he was seventeen his abduction experiences ended violently. One night he pretended to be asleep; going into
deep, regular breathing, visualizing a dream he would like to be in. The wallpaper on three walls bulged, snouts
and pear-shaped grey heads waggled quickly back and forth. They had melted out of his bedroom walls to stand coldly
surrounding him.
He had jumped up and grabbed the closest one to him around the neck; clutched the feather-like being's back to
his own chest, pinioning him. The creature frantically struggled to hit him with a rod-like device, but the pillows
prevented the creature from hitting the teenager. In panic, the creature squirmed and thrashed in the boy's tightening
grip. The others, in quick moves like jumping spiders scattered from the tight circle. He tightened his grip and
squeezed hard. Something brittle snapped in the creature's neck.
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