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“This is just a hypothesis.” Kevin assured. “Lack of scientific data prevents me from presenting a more definitive conclusion anyway.”
Anyway, what we’re investigating there could not be attributed to something natural.
Star Trek or Independence Day
Every day, there’s a greater evidence that we were not alone. The visitors didn’t even matter to conceal their activities. UFOs are photographed worldwide. Many claimed that a contact was imminent. For now, they continue watching us. The impasse seems to be coming to an end and we are about to reach the climax of something that will forever change the face of the entire planet.
Most ufologists dream of this day. So far, the extraterrestrial approach has been gradual, perhaps motivated by our evolutionary stage, but all that could change at any moment.They have already contacted us in the past and it seems that they will do it in the future. How can this be done? I still don’t know.
In Star Trek First Contact, it occurs gradually with the landing of a Vulcan ship and the beginning of a new era. In the second case, nothing prevents this meeting from being hostile like in Independence Day with the mass arrival of alien ships, culminating in a total attack on earth. Anyway, we will only know when this day arrives.
Roswell, Electromagnetic Weapons and Phantom Aliens
During the break between classes, someone very mysterious who called himself X, left a note on my desk, “Meet me at the old engine house at 11p.m., come alone.” I got off at 10:25 as agreed and headed south, arriving at the old engine house around 10:47. When I got in, a thick fog covered nearly the entire place so that you couldn’t see hardly anything. Moreover, I wondered if I had made the right decision. Twenty minutes had been passed since my arrival, which made me even more nervous.
Then a thought crossed my mind. I knew that the shadow government agents were monitoring communications from countless people and intimidating critical eyewitnesses to keep their stories to themselves. I was in the spot line of a grand conspiracy, at ground zero of unnoticed facts and a masquerade ball of controversy and hidden truths in which you play along with, either by fancy, or due to some stupid act or even a tricky event triggered by some who knows what.
As a consequence, the intelligence services had a nasty habit of infiltrating agents in major UFO organizations such as occurred in the past with NICAP and MUFON. To make things worse, I was there in the middle of nowhere, utterly alone, unprotected, what made me a perfect target. If something happened to me there, no one would ever know. A low-lying, fairly thick fog rose from the ground, resembling reliable surroundings of terror and forbidden desires.
At a certain point, the long wait became distressing.
The second I was about to turn around and forget the whole story, a strange figure emerged from the mist, so to speak. Slow and well-coordinated footsteps, nearly mechanical came from some sort of mythical being endowed with a certain magnetic aura.
After making sure that he’d not been followed, X began to speak. “I think I’m late.” He apologized as if he scrutinized me with his mind. “You know, we must be very careful these days.”
At first, he identified himself as a former NSA agent John Townsend. The tall, thin figure wore a long black trench coat and a pair of dark glasses covered half of his face. Townsend had a long, thin face and only traces instead of the lips. It was a strange face and his countenance appeared to be as cold as a tombstone.
“We are not alone and the worst is yet to come.”
He pondered about our nearest future, blabbing out labored theories and far-fetched games with forthcoming paranoia in a delusional and dreadful plot of some clandestine agenda. Townsend explained to me that the intelligence services were monitoring us all the time.
According to Townsend, DARPA, DOE, NSA, DIA and even Lockheed Martin were all involved in a worldwide conspiracy, orchestrating all major issues concerning the presence of extraterrestrials on this planet. They were all thought-provoking theories, but Townsend again showed no evidence of anything’s been told.
He simply mentioned that people had become unstable and only the most evolved could understand what was really going on in our world.
The former agent went further and said. “I can tell you one thing for sure, there’s something very dark surrounding this place.”
Townsend impressed me from the very first moment. With a forceful and astounding statement full of explosive claims seemed to come from someone who’d actually had exercised some important position in the defense. For him, certain groups of individuals had been micro-chipped and a supposed one-world government acted behind the scenes.
He listened very carefully to my theory about the identical impostors and suggested that many obscure things were behind the changes of people’s personality and weren’t just here that this was taking place.
“Trust me me, you’r not the only ones,” he asserted with an almost prophetic air. “If I were you, I would be more careful with the Internet from now on.”
Would he be referring to subliminal messages?
Then I told him about the strange nocturnal apparitions have been haunting our town for months.
“After all, what are those things? Aliens? Hauntings?”
“I heard some reports about aliens with incorporeal features. I believe they act in another part of the electromagnetic spectrum.” He muffled, without going into details.
Townsend suggested the final stage had just begun. His words weren’t a notice, but a terrifying warning. He articulated very well each single word and every sentence always had a threatening and murky tone at the end.
“What we are seeing here is a very sophisticated technology of electromagnetic modification of the mind.”
He shook his head and put his hands in the coat pockets. “The people you mentioned were modified, brainwashed and turned into soulless robots. Many of them are already experiencing symptoms of dissociation of memory, spatial disorientation, and extreme reactions. These mood swings rather unusual, result from emotional instability induced by electrical stimulation of the frontal and temporal lobes.” He spoke with a clear and disconcerting voice.
“So, this is what causes this strange behavior, making them act like zombies. Are you telling me they have been pre-programmed?”
“It’s quite possible.” The tone of his voice completely changed. “We are under the influence of mind-altering weapons, and I would say even more, this is probably the last threat we’ll face in the near-future.”
Though he hadn’t fully clarified, would he be making a clear allusion to the HAARP project, in Alaska?
Townsend paused briefly and then added. “Since the crash at Roswell, the military knew that our meeting with them was inevitable. As far as I know, they have set up bases all over the planet and there are groups of humans working for them. It’s only a matter of time before we all end up supplanted by something technologically superior and forward-looking.”
“And what exactly do you think they are?”
“There are those who advocate the theory that they come from a distant future. Others believe that they are extra-dimensional beings, but it doesn’t change anything. In my opinion, these dark beings are here since the beginning of man.”
Townsend hesitated for a second.
“We are what you might call a vast program of world control.”
Suddenly his strange face bleached.
“Keep in mind that this is already happening now and there’s nothing in the world that we can do about it. When they assigned the Grenada Treaty, in 1954, they condemned us all.”
Obviously, he quoted an alleged secret meeting with extraterrestrials and with Eisenhower administration officials, at Edwards Air Force base.
“These men rewrote our history and they knew as we know now there is no defense against them.”
For a few seconds, Townsend looked up to the sky as if he were concerned about something and then said.
“That’s all I know, I need to
go now.”
Townsend impatiently pushed his glasses as someone who seemed to know that his stay there had been more than enough.
“Wait, you didn’t tell me if they...”
Then he shrugged. Even before I could finish my sentence, his eerie figure had already vanished into darkness. Nothing could stop the invasion. No matter what we did, they always seemed to be one-step ahead of us. Our logic was useless against them. And any relation or established scientific concept regarding extraterrestrials would be doomed to fail.
And when someone thought they knew the answer, they would take control of the situation and cover up any evidence, claiming that it was nothing more than an optical illusion or a collective hallucination. I left there a bit stunned.
For a moment, I thought to run to the nearest town, yelling to people along the way a Kevin McCarthy’s line, which now seemed to me an echo, or a forecasting to the far reaches of my mind.
“You fools, you are next.”
However, it wouldn’t help any of my efforts, no one would hear me until it was too late. It was then that alone and immersed in my thoughts, I started thinking about all those strange accounts and UFO sightings. The area 51, the Black Triangle of Illinois, the Phoenix Lights.
It was all tied up together.
If what Townsend said was true, then our next encounter with those lights could hypothetically be our last. I do not know what will happen next. I may be reborn in another body without feeling hatred, fear or remorse and probably live in a world generated only by a strange logic.
Maybe I will emerge into a new nightmare.
If this has already happened before, or if it is part of evolution, I don’t have answers to these questions. Anyway, they are connected to a collective mind without any trace of individuality. I don’t know if I can live in such a world. What I do know is that I believe in life and magic that surrounds it. I refuse to wake up in a brave new world acting like a machine devoid of emotions.
I think about the day the world will wake up to this new reality where each of us will be supplanted by something from on high. That day may be tomorrow, next week. No one can say for sure. Besides, the only thing I can do now is to fight as long as I have to. Whether or not, the humans will prevail on the designs of the alien gods, only time will tell.
Operation Phantom Shield
At night, we met again at Kevin’s house. Soon after our clash with Veronica Sanders, a series of unexplained disappearances began to occur all over North Carolina. While Camila flitted across the room and gazed at the computer screen, I told them about about the strange encounter I had last night with that mysterious figure. He had many contacts within the Air Force.
According to Townsend, the military had developed a contingency plan called Operation Home Run. All our troops were on maximum alert.
The worst-case scenario: The aliens attack and we launch everything we got – drones, special ops, experimental designs and miniaturized and low-yield nuclear weapons.
Camila pulled one eyebrow up.
“And you believed this guy?”
I hadn’t forgotten the conversation I had with him. His words made a strong impression on me.
“Probably he’s just another paranoid devoted to conspiracy theories,” Camila said skeptically.
“If people have been replaced by cyber-doubles as you say, we don’t have much time.” Kevin emended.
The discussion rapidly switched over to UFOS.
“Hey, have a look at it,” Kevin tapped in his Ipad as he glanced at a chart appeared on the screen. “According to MUFON, UFO sightings ramped up over the last week.”
“We may be next,” I warned. “If the town really is an interdimensional portal as we think it is, then we would soon be the scene of a new UFO wave perhaps even greater than the Belgian wave of 91.”
Alone and immersed in my thoughts, I started thinking about all those strange accounts and UFO sightings. The area 51, the Black Triangle of Illinois, the Phoenix Lights.
It was all tied up together.
If what Randall said was true, then our next close encounter could hypothetically be our last.
Although Camila sounded skeptical, the evidence was undeniable. “I can’t believe what I just heard. You can’t be serious, plus, those things aren’t real,” she said incredulously, still perplexed by the disclosure. “Kevin, you’re the only scientific mind here.”
“I wish I had an explanation for what we’re dealing with, but I don’t have any at the moment. The only thing I know for now is that all this seem to be associated with the extraterrestrial related phenomenon.”
She swallowed hard.
“Aliens?” She questioned, a bit stirred.
“These bright objects have appeared in about twenty-nine countries so far including Sweden, Lithuania and Slovenia.”
Many reports began popping out on the web from all parts of the world. After a hard-hitting look at those sightings, she snapped. “You mean invasion, an alien invasion like in the movies?” She said back, visibly skeptical. “That’s ridiculous.”
The aliens had a schedule implemented in our world and lived covertly in our environment.
“If you didn’t notice it yet, people are vanishing everywhere,” Amanda said.
The abduction cases were going through the roof.
For a moment, it felt like I was in a Richard Matheson’s novel.
“We’re facing a worldwide apocalypse. This is like the last man on earth,” I said in an oddly-worded reference.
Camila kept a different point of view.
“In my opinion, what we are seeing here is nothing more than a collective delusion,” she argued, seeking refuge in her own skepticism.
“And how exactly do you explain the odd things happening all over the world?” Amanda snapped.
“I don’t know, I hope there is some logical explanation for all this.”
The discussion took an unexpected turn when Kevin began to talk about the arrival of a huge object in Japan. As ground to air units were placed in the Tokyo metropolitan area, Marine infantry units condoned off the streets led to Hachiko Mae Square.
The crowd, astonished, pointed at a huge cylinder-shaped object floating in the sky. CNN, Fox News, ABC and now every major news outlet was talking about the same sighting spotted in Japan.
Camila gave herself over to her fear when she was confronted with the possibility of a major attack.
Kevin picked up the screen, Air Force radar screens had picked up a huge UFO heading toward Long Island.
These rumors were taken for granted ten minutes later. The airports, in New York, halted takeoffs and landings due to a massive sighting in the Hampton Bays area.
Amanda was panicked.
“This is not far from here.”
“Look,” Kevin said, a bit edgy, eyes wide, pointing at the screen.
The SDF HQ, in Ichigaya, had been attacked.
Another image popped into view, a camera panned across the street and showed a desperate soldier yelling as JSDF tanks and other armored vehicles dashed straight to the target firing all at once.
People fled in panic. When a building started collapsing, the signal was cut out.
As Journalists apprehensively discussed the event, frightened people reported strange sightings and attacks throughout the east coast.
NORTHCOM declared air defense emergency and the martial law was decreed in many cities.
“Oh, my God.” Amanda was shocked. “We’re at war.”
“The military must have an endgame plan,” I said, trying to hold her in.
The Marines rapid-fire weapons were deployed to Hampton Bays. A battle began. We watched it in real time television. They blasted away at the enemy for five minutes.
What happened next?
Well, the aliens fought back. Shortly after, our major cities were attacked by on-orbit weapons and invisible ships. They attacked the AFB at Langley and the Marine Corps Base, in North Carolina.
Then the TV went black.
Camila turned to me, panicky and tapped the screen of her cellphone.
“No signal.”
“They shut us down.”
Fear creeping in. Outside, sirens wailing. Kevin flung open the door.
“They attacked Greenville, we have to go now.” He had heard it on a shortwave radio.
The Last Line of Defense
Weapons blasting away and the world silenced and crumbled in horror out of an odd dream. As the automatic gunfire was ceasing, we decided to take refuge in our own town and fight against them. We don’t know for sure what’s out there. Maybe there are other people like us trying to resist. But I think now that we are the only survivors in this town.
There’s no one left but us.
After all, the others are calm except for Amanda. She is very restless, and her beautiful blue eyes stare uncertainly. We don’t know how long this will last or how we will get out of here. One thing is certain, we need to stick together and resist the invasion.
Some time later. Kevin tried to contact someone through his laptop, but he was unsuccessful, we were powerless and practically isolated in the middle of nowhere. And then, I turned to them.
“So, you mean we’re just sitting here waiting for the alien army to come through the door?”
“We’re safe here.” Kevin assured.
“But for how long?” asked Amanda.
Next, a very intense glow crept through the windows, illuminating the entire floor.
“They know we’re here,” Amanda added.
“In that case, let’s hope the cavalry arrives before the aliens.”
Amanda turned to me, wide-eyed. “Do you really think anyone could survive this?”
Seeing this, I began to despair. I felt that I needed to do something and I analyzed each of our options. Camila seemed to be the only one who wasn’t totally convinced of what we were up against. She had a different opinion.