“I contemplated with a helicopter, but sister Mary made me do it.”
The bureau chief gave me a stare like I’d never seen before. Contortions in his face told me that he was furious with my answer. “Just who the Hell do you think you’re talking to boy?” the chief demanded to know.
“It’s the only way I can explain everything sir,” I told him, “and it wasn’t a helicopter like our helicopters; I only call it a helicopter because it was kind of like a helicopter.”
“What do you mean, our helicopters? What other kinds of helicopters are there?”
“Well sir, the craft I’m talking about is, I believe, either made by an advanced earthly foreign power, or by an extraterrestrial power; and sir, I am leaning toward it being extraterrestrial.”
“For one thing sir, it didn’t seem to be controlled by a pilot, and in fact, I saw no people inside the craft at all, and nothing inside looked like anything I’d ever seen before. Nothing looked as though it was made by humans.”
I went on to tell the chief how I’d discovered the craft in the air while I was on a training mission, and the weird things that happened that day after I’d first spotted it. How it seemed to “know” what I was thinking, and how it communicated directly with me, as though it had somehow gotten into my head, physically.
“When you say it communicated with you like it was inside your head, are you suggesting it was as though, who or whatever it was, had implanted some device or something inside your head?”
“I’m willing to be examined for the presence of any implants sir. I don’t believe I’ve had anything implanted in my body, but in a situation like this, however, I believe it is conceivable something like that could have happened without my having any recollection of it, especially if we’re considering we’re being subjected to extraterrestrial beings.”
“I do believe that what I’m telling you now sir, comes from my human memory, and not from implants, as far as I know.”
I told him about how it convinced me to follow it to an abandoned airfield in the middle of nowhere, and after we’d landed, how it convinced me to enter it, and then proceeded to give me tidbits of information on the origin of, and the purpose for its mission.
“So let me get this straight; you’re up there flying your F-15, and then, all of a sudden, you see this UFO that looks sort of like a helicopter, and it starts talking to you, but not through your radio. It’s more like it’s put something inside your head, only you don’t think that it actually put anything inside your head – do I have this right?”
“Begging your pardon sir, but yes, that’s about how it happened.”
“That’s correct, sir.”
I also explained to the chief how it and I together, contemplated the future of our world and its world as well, which I had found fascinating, as prior to that moment, I’d known nothing about the craft’s world. Then suddenly, I knew everything about it.
When contemplating the future of life on earth, the craft was more of the opinion that the human species would require “upgrades.” That would be accomplished through physical contact with the living beings who’d created the craft in which I now sat, contemplating these things with it.
I explained how I was told that I must now begin work with Sister Mary, the ruler of the craft’s world, as I had passed the final “test.” Sister Mary had personally chosen me above every other human being on earth to be contacted by the craft, due to my history and my character, as the only one with whom she’d negotiate.
“I know it sounds ridiculous sir, and I would also be reluctant to believe any of this actually happened... if I hadn’t experienced it myself.”
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