Under Roswell

By TW Scott

Discovering a derelict intergalactic spaceship while on holiday, Elliot and Susan have choices to make. Unknown to the two, the computer has been listening to humans since its arrival. Invading their minds and thoughts, the computer morphs into a different version of its original programming. Seeking to experience human sexuality, Elliot, Susan and others become an experiment while attempting to save another race of beings.
This novel has been four years in the making and has undergone many re-writes through the editing and polishing process. Borrowing from the rich Roswell lore, this novel is in no way factual or historical; it is merely an enjoyable vacation from reality.
After many readers and other authors assisted me we all felt the computer should be a little bit more nefarious. Throughout the story, the computer alters its programming while controlling the actions of the humans much for its own delight.
The science is plausible, the people are certainly believable, and the antics of sexual situations along with onboard romance makes this story a winner.
This novel is available in a paperback version too.
Thanks for taking the time to look over the project.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TW Scott
• Release date: Oct 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370749225

Book preview

Prologue

The rogue planetoid missed the inhabitants of the war-weary world. Pushed out of orbit, their enemies had hoped to put an end once and for all to a civilization that infiltrated other cultures with biological weapons.

Missing their planet with the projectile, sent the interloper from their solar system out into the voids of space. The probe on the world killing rock alerted the Xylars that they had missed their target. Telemetry showed the sphere now headed toward another solar system with a yellow star.

Once again, the Xylars used their technology to manipulate a planet killer, in the direction of their foes. This one was on target.

Those that created those weapons not only used them on the Xylars but allowed them to be released on their own planet. Causing a pandemic of unparalleled effect, their people were doomed. The Xylars were unaware that those that they were out to destroy had already destroyed themselves.

The innocent among them were loyal to the ruling class. There was no hope of finding the answers on their world, and there was no stopping the devastation that would soon destroy their planet.

The Riot outside the ship was horrific. People clamoring to be one of the few, to leave their world, to find a place to survive, could only watch as the last person boarded. The lottery had been cast. It was now up to the few who were picked to represent what was left of their people.

Early fragments of the planetoid struck their world long before the final blow was due to arrive.

Explosions rocked the outer boundaries of the launch site, as the pilots looked out upon their dying world, and those miserable wretches left behind to face what would certainly be a sad ending.

To die quickly or in the voids of space was a choice that many of those chosen to leave had to make. Rendered sterile by the effects of the pandemic their kind might very well perish in the dark, cold vacuum of space. Finite fuel would only get them so far. A distant world had been their focus, but they had no idea if they could make it.

Closing the hatch for the very last time on their home world, the beleaguered survivors climbed into their ship, setting their course for this tiny dot in space. Prolonging the lives of the few that lived through the pandemic, they loaded into the Xpacia, setting sail for a new world in the stars.

Those left behind watched as the engines fired, leaving streaks of flames and smoke in its wake. Those determined to take over the space ship, failed and now could only watch as the Xpacia rocketed out of the atmosphere, never to return.

Shards of the impending destruction were precursors of what was to come. As the Xpacia was now a speck of light above them, a larger, more menacing blob of light highlighted the night time sky. In days to come, the light could be seen during the daylight.

Panic on the dying world ensued as the point of light grew larger and brighter. Those on the opposite side of the planet only felt it for a brief second before their world was blown into an inferno of molten rock, breaking loose of its bonds, now floating around what used to be their planet.

The all too familiar sound of the custodians cart banging against the double doors of Elliot’s laboratory, alerted him to the fact that he had once again lost track of time.

The sandy-haired MIT graduate had been given a task he was not happy with. For years he spent his pastime at his ranch, just outside of Roswell New Mexico climbing rocks. The myth propagated by his Uncle, told him they just appeared one night in 1947.

Since his parent's early demise of unknown circumstances, several things drew him to this pile of rocks. What happened to them? Where did they go? Why did they never even find a bone or fragment of them? If these rocks just appeared, what caused them to do so? Why was there so much military activity in the area?

His quests turned into a pastime. Cheating death was an adrenaline rush that fed him. Dangling by a rope above a canyon, with jagged rocks below, was his fate on numerous occasions, as either he or one of his friends made a mistake losing their grip while climbing or repelling on the rocks. All too often, there was not a good place for a grip, or place to put an anchor.

The RF drill Elliot was working on would destabilize the rock enough, to allow one just to brush away the rock-like sand. The design of the tool was to focus a broad spectrum of RF Energy into a small area, causing the atomic bonds of the material to destabilize. Elliot had limited success with the drill but knew if he could make it work, it would bring his hobby of rock climbing, to an entirely new level, and make it much safer.

He purposefully designed the circuits in such a way that it would take a total redesign of the device, to handle enough current, to use that tool as a weapon. While this was not out of the realm of possibility, it was in the realm of not probable, without his knowledge, of the theory that went behind the design.

His regular job was in the development of electronic control systems used for military applications. He worked for a company called Ohmicron. Ohmicron developed all sorts of equipment and devices. Some of these devices were in common residential applications. Military applications such as satellites, weapons guidance systems, as well as the security industry, also had many of his circuits, or devices, incorporated within them.

Before Elliot knew of his hate of war, some of his inventions made it into different missile guidance systems. Ohmicron recognized Elliot as their fair-haired boy and gave him much latitude in his choice of projects. Elliot’s supervisor allowed him to experiment with his personal projects, taking care to make sure to maximize any opportunity for commercial development.

It would appear the telescope in Arecibo had picked up a large object in space that was not in any traditional orbit. This object was massive. On the Y-axis instead of a normal X-axis that one might expect, this rock came from outside of their solar system, indeed their galaxy.

Elliot was task to see if his RF drill could be used to shoot at the rock to either blow it up, deflect it, or turn it into dust. This meant he would have to design something that could be a super-weapon, which he loathed.

The owner hired an assistant for Elliot. Susan’s job was to assist him in his endeavors, as well as to report to the upper echelon. Was he on track? Was he making progress? Was he loyal to the cause?

Susan had her own motive for working with him. She was a gorgeous woman, however; in the office with a white lab coat, covering her tight jeans, Elliot was oblivious to her well-proportioned body. Most of the time, her hair was pinned back, which did little for her appearance. Still, overall, Elliot did catch a whiff of her perfume from time to time and learned to appreciate the fragrance. He felt comfortable with her and looked forward to her popping in with coffee in hand, making notes, and taking care of the necessary paperwork that Elliot despised, which kept his bosses from bothering him.

Elliot was an attractive man, with wavy sandy-colored hair and a well-trimmed goatee. Just over 6’, 2’’ and a well-disciplined body, made him the perfect physical specimen of a male that she admired. It was easy to see his muscles rippling underneath his shirt, as he would pick things up or move things around. Susan had to be coy as she did not want to spook her prey.

He had never been too interested in dating, but found that he was comfortable around her.

Often her laugh or giggle caught him unaware. Her smile lit up the room. Focusing on his work, she invaded his thoughts more and more as the days went on.

1

Lunar Bacteria

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H oly Shit, look at this, Linda exclaimed as she urged her fellow scientist to look at what was under the microscope.

Ok, we have to make sure that this sample was not contaminated in some way.

I don’t recognize this strain of bacteria, do you?

No, but we have to make sure, triple sure that it is not from the earth before you publish anything.

Tina, it moved.

Uh, ahh…Girl, if that thing is alive…

It moved again… This thing is alive.

We need to keep this contained. We have no idea what it is.

I know, this is so cool!

Cool, we have bacteria from the moon that we don’t recognize.

We need to check more of these samples to see if they are contaminated or host for bacteria.

Digging through the samples, the head of NASA Dana Miller put a team on searching through the entire stock of moon rocks, looking for bacteria. Apprising the president of what they found he, of course, wanted the information squelched, until such a time he needed a diversion from something more pressing.

Days went by as the samples were searched by the team.

Linda, did you see this report from the lab?

No, what?

They found ‘skatole’ in your sample of moon-rock.

Do you mean the mineral 3 Methylindole?

Yes, where is that sample?

It is over in the cabinet under C-47.

If the lab is correct, we might find other things in there, which if we do, will make what we are discovering seem pretty important.

What are you thinking?

Your bacteria might have been feeding on shit.

Feces, on the moon?

Yes, if that is petrified feces, the questions will be many, we need to make sure what we are dealing with.

After running many tests, they concluded that what they were dealing with was indeed feces. It was not human. The contents reflected a diet of high protein.

Walking into Dana’s office, the three sat and discussed their findings. Are we sure there is no way we messed this up?

How long have you known me?

Kitten, I know, but what you are saying is going to be huge. Our necks are on the line.

I had other labs run the same test. The results are all the same. Tina and I are telling you that what we found in that bacteria was on the moon. Our boys picked it up and brought it back, thinking it was a rock.

How did they make that mistake?

Dust on the moon is very fine. The turd, if you will, was coated to such a degree with the dust it looked like a rock.

You realize what this means?

Someone is throwing shit on our moon? Tina said with a laugh.

It means we should turn our telescopes to the moon and watch.

When we get to go public, let me know. I don’t expect it will happen in my lifetime, but you never know.

Our jobs are not about fame, we just discover the things and let the people who pay the bills do with it, as they will.

Linda, can I talk with you a minute?

Tina left as Dana looked at her.

I heard Cory asked you out, and you refused him.

The guy is an ass. I don’t need to be fixed up.

You live up here! If I had a bed and a shower up here, I don’t think you would ever go home.

Most people would kill for dedication like that.

Kitten, you and I are friends, since Randy left you, you have not done anything but work.

I understand work. Rocks and minerals make sense to me. Men suck.

Not all men suck, you just need to keep an open mind.

I have my art, my books, and my friends, you being one.

Women need more than friendship if you catch my drift.

I have BOB for that.

Bob?

Takes batteries and keeps on ticking.

Oh, I did not expect you to say that.

You’re digging into my personal life, I am a healthy girl. I just don’t need the bullshit that goes with it.

I am a fine one to talk, maybe that is why I see the mistakes you are making.

Listen, lets you and I get together this weekend and paint the town. There is a country-western bar we can take a taxi to, and get shitfaced.

Last time I did that, I ended up with Drew in my bed.

Why did you bust it up?

Drew liked one thing, Drew.

I thought he was some hot dog pilot with the air force.

He was, he was alive when he was pushing Mach 1 but, with me, not so much.

We just dress like hookers and don’t take anyone home.

You mean to leave them all with woodies and let them deal with it by themselves?

"That is all they want anyway. It is mutual masturbation and Dana, I want love not just twenty minutes of sex followed up by ‘call me.’

The problem is partly your fault.

How do you say that?

They do want to hear from you again, and you are in that damned lab.

You think I am afraid of commitment?

I think it is a possibility.

Why can’t we both be lesbians, you get me.

You and I both like dick, and I am not talking about your lab partner.

I hate this part of my life. Why does it have to be so hard?

Dick?

She smiled at her. If you want to be a lesbian, tell me. I hear that you can buy dick from an outfit in Nevada.

I will take that as a compliment, and for the record, you know I love you.

I know. And it was a compliment.

Ok, shit faced this weekend.

Wear something slutty so we can teas the hell out of them.

What do you think NASA would do if they saw two of their rock stars, acting like lesbians on the dance floor?

That is the beauty of this day and age, don’t tell. As long as it does not impact our work, it is none of their business.

I am going to send you on some trip, as soon as something comes up that I can use you on.

Why?

I want you out of that lab. There is a guy out there with your name tattooed on his ass, you need to go look at some butts to find him.

What about you?

It is your turn, you go up to bat and see what happens.

He would have to be Darcy on steroids.

Oh, there is your problem right there, stop reading and start living.

You have a point, I need to go, my bladder is calling me.

Good work on the shit bacteria, speaking of poop and pee!

Lunar shit bacteria, thank you very much.

Kitten, goodnight.

2

July 1947

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The water filling the tub gave off the distinct smell of minerals as it splashed around the scarlet stain, near the drain of the old white porcelain claw-footed bathtub. After years of trying to remove the blemish, Emma concluded that it was just part of the character and charm of living in the country, and accepted it.

The day had been one of the warmest on record for July, which Henry could remember. After working on repairing a fence, most of the day, it felt good just to sit on the porch with a cold ice tea.

The Stars were vivid in the night sky. There was something very calming about watching them float across the heavens. The Big Dipper was straight overhead. Henry remembered his father sitting with him, on that very porch naming off the stars and constellations. His father used to tell him that God put the stars there and knew their names. He was doing good to remember two constellations, the Big Dipper, and his favorite wintertime constellation, Orion. With a good pair of binoculars, he could see a fuzzy area in Orion. He always wondered what made it appear like that.

The idea of purchasing a telescope from the Sears and Roebuck catalog often played through his mind. About the time he could afford to buy it, he discovered girls, and so went the money, but not the interest in the subject. The girl he discovered was Emma.

Swishing the cold liquid around his mouth, he wiped his forehead, feeling the grit of sand still on his skin, from spending most of the day out in the hot, dry New Mexico summer.

Emma was running a bath. The fragrance of the tub was noticeable from time to time sitting there on the porch. She won’t need much hot water in the tub tonight. He thought. The air was dead still, almost stagnant. Usually, there was a breeze from the southwest, but tonight, there was not a hint of so much as a puff of air.

Generally, after the sun went down, it cooled off, but, as of yet, there was no evidence of a cool down. The heat of the sidewalk leading to the barn felt as if there were fire underneath it.

Henry heard Emma through the open windows singing one of her favorite Hymns.

She was at peace in the church; she enjoyed their friends and neighbors and looked forward to seeing them. Living on a ranch had its advantages, but she missed the closeness of life in a city. In the city, one could walk next door or down the block, to see a friendly face, or share some coffee.

Henry liked to stay busy. On the ranch, something always needed tending to, so there was little time for idle thoughts or idle hands.

Front porch time was one of his small pleasures that Henry appreciated. The simple task of the birds finding their evening roosts, while engaged in their soliloquies, seemed to entertain him. The grand finale was watching the stars come out, one by one, as if on cue by some master planner.

There was the distinct sound of Benny Goodman coming through the screen door, from the radio, which Emma switched on. The house had hardwood floors, which allowed the sounds of the radio to be heard throughout as the music floated from room to room, almost amplified as it bounced from one hard surface to another. Light from inside, cast a shadow on the ground as his mind drifted to his wife upstairs.

Moonlight Serenade began to play as it became just a little louder when the creaking sound of the old screen door opened. Emma came out to join him on the porch, in her old faded white cotton gown. She smelled of strawberry shampoo with a hint of lilac bath soap. Emma had taken the towel off her head. Her long hair played on her shoulders, and down the curves of her body, leaving small transparent spots on her gown, where the water in her hair, allowed gravity to take hold, coming to its final resting point before it evaporated into the night air.

Think it will cool off anytime soon? She asked as she started humming along to the latest tune.

I sure hope so, won’t need much for covers tonight, I suspect.

What does it take to get that water cooler working?

The belt broke, I just need to go into town and buy a new one.

You have been counting on a breeze every night since that happened…So far, we are going to sweat to death.

I can take a shower under the windmill and be fine.

My god, I am married to a nudist.

Seems to me, you have been out there a few times with me.

I was ok with it until Tom showed up that Saturday morning.

He apologized again and again.

I don’t like people seeing me naked.

You’re beautiful.

You, you can see me that way, not Tom and not everyone else who comes around when they are close.

I can put a lock on the gate.

You put a lock on the gate when you want to play and take it off when we are decent I will allow you your fun.

You enjoy it too, I have seen you laying on that rock out there naked as the day you were born.

Don’t care for tan lines. Yes, I like it, ok… That is one of the few benefits of living out here.

I can solve the invasion of our together time and your desire to tan with a lock and a chain.

If you want me to run around nude with you out here, you had best. Whatever happened with you digging us a place to have a swimming hole?

I dug a hole and put some water in it, it drained through like it was in a sieve. There is not enough clay in the soil to hold the water.

Next time we are in town, buy one of those large watering troughs. We can fill it up and soak during the heat of the day.

She stood up in front of him, straddling his lap. Henry looked at her and saw the silhouette of the woman that he had fallen in love with so many years ago. Her white gown was in stark contrast to Emma’s tan legs. Her slender build allowed her to wear the same clothes, which she had in high school which, were too short to wear in public. Emma was not a slave to fashion and was glad that Henry still noticed her.

Sliding his hands up under her gown, she let him go so far before she told him to go shower or bathe.

Kissing the parts of her he could see, she sat in his lap. Still love me?

That is a silly question, of course, I do. Why do you ask?

I went to the doctor today.

Are you sick?

No, not sick.

Is it that time of year already?

She laughed, Do you remember a few weeks ago when we were stargazing in the back of your old truck?

That was fun. I love being outside under the stars ….wait, are you pregnant?

It would seem so…are you happy!

Oh, hot damn! Yes I am thrilled! Do you need to be sitting more or laying in the bed more?

No, and we can still make love for months to come if you want me.

Are you sure we won’t hurt the baby?

The baby will be fine…are you really happy?

These tears in my eyes aren’t from dust.

Holding his head in her bosom, she was so blessed. Henry was the perfect husband.

Talking about names and what he might do if it were a son or a daughter, their conversation was interrupted by an eerie glow from behind the house.

The music on the radio turned to static. A shadow of the roof outline appeared on the lawn in front of them, as if it were early afternoon, instead of 9:30 at night. The big dipper faded into a pale shade of violet, followed by a bright yellowish light.

Henry and Emma scrambled off the porch to witness three streaks of white light across the sky. They seemed to be almost flying in formation with one huge light, followed by two smaller balls of light, running parallel on either side. As quickly as it started, they felt an earthquake as the lights disappeared over the horizon. The Mason jar, with his tea, was the first casualty, as it fell off the porch swing. There were other crashing sounds from inside the house. A plume of dust, much like a bad sandstorm came over the ridge from about a half-mile away.

The light had been replaced by a hot, dusty gust of air, which was forceful enough to blow sand and debris up on the porch and through the open windows. Emma’s wet hair became crusted with the dirt, and her white gown turned brown, as sand and dust, was everywhere.

Coughing and sputtering with mouths and noses fill with sand, they both tried to take stock of the situation. Wiping the sand out of their eyes and off their faces, they stood there in disbelief of the events that had just transpired.

Briefly looking inside the house, Emma pulled her gown off, handing it to Henry to shake out while she went into the house. Sand covered her from the knees down and the neck up. Henry could only imagine what he looked like.

Asking Emma to call the sheriff, he ran off to the barn to grab some tools. His plan was to go put out any fires and see if he could determine what that was, that had just crashed and if anyone needed help. He had no idea what had crashed, or what he would find, but he knew that anything burning needed to be put out. They were in the middle of a drought, and the sagebrush was nothing more than kindling.

Watching falling stars from their porch for many years; he had guessed that this might be one of them

As he topped the hill, he found small fires burning over what seemed to be miles. The family ranch had been in their family for generations. He knew every inch of that ranch or so he thought.

The night had turned still once again, which kept the fires from spreading. There were just a few small fires dotting the field like small diamonds in a sea of charcoal. The earth beneath his feet was pitch-black; the sagebrush, cactus, and tumbleweed in the area were scorched black as the night. It was almost as if someone had taken a flamethrower to the area.

He drove around the ranch for several miles and noticed that new rocks were jutting up out of the ground, where none had existed before. He was sure that something had pushed them up, but it would have to wait until morning to truly gauge what had happened.

On the way back to the house, he noticed something on the ground sparkle in his headlights. Stopping the truck, he got out to look at it. It was a piece of metal that resembled an ‘I’ beam, as one might find in a building, but much smaller and lighter. He threw it into the seat next to him and looked for anything else in the area. Scraps of metal littered the place. Picking one up, there were no wrinkles in it. If he were to wrinkle it up, the metal would once again straighten out. Henry grabbed a few of those and threw them into the truck as well and then headed back to the house, he knew that Emma would be worried, and he was curious what the Sheriff would have to say.

Entering the house with the metal objects in his hand, he found Emma cleaning broken dishes off the kitchen floor. Henry, covered in soot and dirt, smelled as if he had been too close to a campfire made with creosoted logs.

Wearing one of his t-shirts, with her hair wrapped up in a towel, the house was still disheveled from the upheaval. Emma had cleaned up most of the things that had fallen.

Did you call Tom? he asked. I called, Sarah answered the phone, she said that she would try to get in touch with him and tell him about it, Emma said.

What did you find? Emma questioned while her blue eyes darted between his face and the strange-looking metal that he was holding.

Something hit the ground, but the only thing that I found were these small pieces of metal. Look at this one. As they looked at it, they noticed what appeared to be writing inside of it. The writing was unintelligible and more closely resembled that of hieroglyphics.

Emma and Henry looked at the metal for a little while until she could no longer stand the way that he smelled.

Go take your clothes off outside, and leave them on the porch with my gown; I’ll wash them in the morning.

He heard the water running in the tub upstairs, as Emma was preparing a bath. He piled his clothes on the porch swing and headed to the tub. His muscles were beginning to show signs of the day’s activities. The adrenaline rush of the night’s events was quickly fading away.

Emma had just finished filling the tub when in walks her husband as naked as the day he was born. The lower parts of his arms, his neck, and his face, were about as brown as shoe leather, while the rest of him, incredibly white. Henry was a very lean, very muscular man. Although the night was probably not going to end as Emma had hoped, she was just happy that it was ending.

The warm bath felt good as he worked to get the soot and dirt from him and out of his hair as well. Emma showed up with a scrub brush.

The events of the day, along with the dirt, quickly melted away as Henry and Emma found solace in each other’s arms, in the claw-footed tub, with the stain around the drain.

Tom showed up the next morning to find Henry and Emma were already awake and sitting down to breakfast. Tom knocked on the screen door.

Hey Tom, come on in and grab a plate. Did anyone else call in last night about the earthquake, or crash, or whatever it was? Henry asked.

Tom poured himself a cup of coffee while noticing the broken dishes that were in the trash can underneath the sink.

There were a few calls. The Henderson’s and the Jones’s to the south of you called in. They were more interested in the earthquake than any lights in the sky. He said. Looks like you lost a few dishes; it must have really shaken things up!

Emma fixed Tom a plate of eggs and bacon and biscuits.

I have never been in an earthquake, but I would guess that is what happened had I not seen the bright light and had to go put out fires last night.

Emma put her plate in the kitchen sink after rinsing it off, making a note of the fact that she would need some more dishes on her next trip into town.

Can I have some more coffee, Emma? Tom asked.

As much as he visited them, she felt like a short-order cook whenever he was around. Tom and Henry were friends from high school, so she knew better than to say anything to Henry. Tom was the best man at their wedding, and then took the plunge and married her sister. Emma felt sorry for Tom because of her sister’s lack of cooking skills, so she did not really mind cooking for him occasionally. Emma had tried to teach her sister Cloey, how to cook. For some reason, Cloey could not grasp the concepts involved with cooking. The best she could do was to heat things up.

You make the best biscuits and gravy. Henry, what did you do to get this gal to say I do to you? Tom said, jokingly.

Well, if she married me for my money, she got the short end of the stick. Henry said with a smile.

Henry and Emma were high school sweethearts; Emma knew she was going to marry Henry as soon as the 7th grade; she just had to wait on Henry to figure it out.

So, you drove around up there last night? Tom asked.

Yes, I found some small pieces of metal, but nothing bigger than a few feet, Henry said.

Henry grabbed the small I-beam off the counter and handed it to Tom.

Have you ever seen anything like this? He asked.

Good lord, no; what in the world do you think that is? Tom asked.

Think those military folks might know?

They might, but I would hide this is a safe place. I don’t trust those boys at all.

Why do you say that?

They have all kinds of strange people in and out of that military base all the time. My deputy Hank keeps an eye on them through his binoculars and shortwave radio.

If this is theirs, they need to come clean up my place.

Just the same, I would hide this.

There is a loose floorboard in the closet, I will put it there.

Unless they tear the house down, they will never find it.

After breakfast, Henry and Tom drove in Henry’s truck back up to where he had put out the fires from the previous night. Tom was looking at the black colored ground while Henry was noticing that where there was once an extended range, there were now huge rocks jutting out of the ground, hundreds of feet in places.

There was also more of that metal all over the ground, and it seemed to go for miles.

What do you think, Henry asked.

I surely don’t know; I don’t remember that bunch of rocks Henry, have they always been there?

No, Sir, it looks like they go on for at least a mile or so, maybe even more than that.

I wonder if the earthquake pushed them up, I know they can do that.

Maybe we should go get one of the guys at the airport, to fly over this thing, and see what they can see.

The smell of the burned sagebrush was rife, with the odor of creosote. Now Henry understood why Emma made him leave his close outside last night.

Henry and Tom drove around a little bit more before he drove Tom back to his cruiser. They got close to the base of the rocks, as they drove around looking for signs of what could have put them there. Once Tom was back to his patrol car, he called on the radio to Sarah.

Sarah, this is Tom, come in, over.

Hey Tom, did you go get breakfast with Henry and Emma again?

Yea, I got breakfast ok, but listen, I need you to call over to the air force base, and see if they lost anything last night.

Lost anything? Like what?

Sarah, there is a mess out here at Henry’s place, the ground is all black, and there are scraps of metal on the ground, that looks like something came down!

Ok Tom, I will call them now, be careful out there, you here?

I am ok, Sarah; call me when you know something.

Ten-Four

Lt. Hill took the call from Sarah.

Lieutenant, this is Sarah from the sheriff’s office. Did you lose any airplanes last night? Sarah asked.

Sarah, I think that I would know if an airplane went down last night, why do you ask?

Lieutenant, one of our residents, has a mess out on his place. Tom tells me that it looks like something crashed out there last night. Sarah said.

Lieutenant Hill checked the logs quickly and reported to Sarah that there had been nothing recorded from their base that night. There were not even any flights in or out of the base, past 1800 hours. Lt. Hill knew Sarah and as a favor, to her said that he would take an early lunch and have a look around.

Before he left, he saw the base commander.

General Lambert was a crusty old fellow, who was a few years short of retirement. If anything had augured in from his base, he would certainly know about it.

After several minutes of looking at the logs, General Lambert told him to go take a look and report back.

Emma and Henry were beside themselves as their lives had been turned into a circus. The strange metal to the streaks of light played in their minds.

Voices invaded their sleep as if something or someone was reaching out to them. Emma was in the bathroom, drying her hair when she looked into the mirror and saw a strange-looking creature looking back at her. Screaming she caused Henry a fright when he awoke to her night terror.

Hey, it is ok, what is going on?

She sat up in the bed, soaking wet from the dream.

I think all those people talking about flying disk and that crazy radio show have my mind messing with me.

Me too, I have had some pretty strange dreams. Are you ok?

It is just about sun-up, I am going to go put breakfast on.

We still have a couple of hours to sleep.

No, I don’t want to take a chance on that dream coming back.

Ok, well let me give you a hand.

Thanks…This dream seemed so real.

The scenario played out all over Roswell. People felt a presence or had strange dreams. One doctor who studied mental health found a large percentage of the town had similar dreams or feelings.

These feelings were most intense during the time where the brain produces theta waves, which is between awake and asleep, or in the shower. Theta waves were an invitation to the invader.

Many moved away from the town because of the continued nightmares. Doctors chalked it up all the news and activity. After the War or the World play on the radio, they saw similar things with people. It was easy to dismiss this as mass hysteria.

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Lt. Hill was a serious person. He said what he thought, and meant what he said.

As he pulled up to Henry’s ranch, several people had heard the word, (probably from Sarah) about the bright light, and the fires. The town’s people had wandered around the blackened earth and picked up several pieces of the metallic debris.

Lieutenant Hill was beside himself; if this were a crash site, they would need things left, as there were, to do a proper investigation. He had seen crash scenes before, and this certainly resembled one.

Sheriff, what are all of these people doing here? Lieutenant Hill demanded!

Well, Lieutenant, they heard about all the activity, and I am sure just want to check it out, Tom said.

Sheriff, if you don’t get these people out of here ASAP, there will be hell to pay! Lieutenant Hill said.

Tom ushered the people away from the area, as heordered a helicopter from the base, through his car’s two-way radio.

Before long, Lieutenant Hill was inspecting the area from 500 feet, in utter amazement. Two long scorched areas seem to be parallel from one another that went on for a couple of miles each. One of the scorch marks paralleled the other about five miles to the south. Whatever it was, there were at least two of them, and they must have been moving fast, judging by the debris field. Between the two scorch marks, there was one huge scorch mark just before a large outcropping of rocks.

Lieutenant Hill told the sheriff to keep everyone away, warning of possible radiation. He took some of the metal that the sheriff had confiscated from the townspeople, and jumped back on the helicopter. He ordered the pilot to fly the field one more time and then head back to the air force base.

In route, he called the general and advised him what he had found.

The local newspaper and radio had caught wind of the story and were debriefing the people who had walked the field. The story became front-page news before the General could even get out to Henry’s ranch.

The local radio station sent a remote car out, to talk with Henry and Emma as