Dusk. It is a rare occurrence that you have
not got into the car and driven somewhere today. The sun was even out. You did
watch last night’s “Grim” and you both watched “Bones”. You have Pouch 12 then
you are done with the three. Slowly you prod along. - Amorella
1950 hours. I have corrected Pouch 12
but I must say that I could probably redo the segment completely if needed.
After that, though I don’t know that it would be any better. The earthlings
seem fairly accepting, that curiosity is getting the better of Pyl and Blake in
any case. They haven’t had time to talk alone.
Why don’t you add that in terms of Justine
who is trying to organize a plan. This gives the reader some expectation that
something will happen, that the earthling will take a chance to assess their
immediate environment before decided to do something about it. Go back to the
draft. – Amorella
***
Pyl
looked over at Blake who appeared dumbfounded, then to the plane. No apparent damage. No problems when they became
airborne when the wheels left the road. Where is that road now, only moments
later it seems, and the road, the county airport, Ohio, Lake Erie -- where are
they? All I have here are my husband (she glanced at him in wonder), my brother, and my Daddy's plane.
Justin
felt uncontrollably alone then he glanced a sense of his uncertainty
irrefutably and taciturnly at Pyl and Blake while contemplating – we don't know
where we are and until we do we cannot hope to escape. Surely we are being set
up, duped. It is like we are on a set made for a Mission Impossible film. Pyl
and Blake are my responsibility at this point. We need to assess our situation before
we attempt to do anything about it. I have to come up with a plan. We have to .
. ..
"Again,
we welcome you onboard our vessel," assured Friendly in both manner and
voice. "Ship also welcomes you. We will show you selections of our vessel.
Then you can see where you are."
"Come
this way," directed Yermey. "We can climb the flight of stairs to the
main deck. Where we are is in the annex."
"What
you may call a basement," added Hartolite.
"Or
a storage area," said Friendly. "Follow Yermey. Yermey one step at a
time for our guests please."
Blake
carefully observed the setting first by counting the stairs, there were
twenty-two. The room appeared large and hospital clean in perhaps a forty to
fifty-foot square. In the dim light he could see machinery set at an angle of
about a thirty-degree tilt off center. Rather than seen the large box of
machinery, which towered up perhaps fifteen feet straight on he saw the box on
angle. 'I cannot tell,' he thought, 'how wide it is. It almost appears to be an
optical illusion.'
"Come
ahead, this way," directed Yermey. "Over to this area where we can
observe better."
Blake
followed mostly out of polite routine as if he were on a tour of a
manufacturing plant. A whiff of acidic scent reminded him of being in a factory
that molded exothermic sleeve forms used in the construction of steel castings,
but the ground had blended grass growing on it just as the Annex had. However
the grass floor felt short and soft, like he was walking on a golf green.
Shortly, Pyl and Justin stood beside him as Friendly and Hartolite walked
around to their left and stood next to Yermey.
The
six were elevator close looking into the room from a new angle. No one
could see the door they had entered from. They could see no other entrance or
exit. The walls and ceiling slowly illuminated to an eye comfort level where
all could better view the space and what filled it.
Blake's
eyes focused on the first thing he saw upon entering the control room -- the
two-stacked black boxes in the northwest corner from the entrance. The size and
shape reminded him of two top and bottom washer dryer combinations with round
see through side windows to the front of both. Each window was surrounded by a
four inch or so aluminum colored band. The boxes were otherwise clean of
buttons or dials. I estimate it is six to seven feet high and three and a half
feet in width and we appear to be near the southwest corner of the ship.
His
eyes moved east along the north wall to a second set of aluminum colored
metallic or plastic boxes set beside one another. On the horizontal rather than
the vertical they appear the same size and clean only the windows, similar in
size to the other machine have a square with rounded corners windows.
On
the northeast corner is a large blue metallic-like box the size of a large
refrigerator only a couple feet taller. It has one large oval window with an
aluminum-like band surrounding. The height of the oval is over seven feet and
it drops to within two feet of the bottom of the box. The width of the oval
band is within a couple of inches of the sides of the machine. I have no idea
what these machines do. There are no tables or chairs or desks. I wonder what
is on the other side of those windows. Blake's thoughts were interrupted.
Friendly's
teacher voice said, "We are all here. Where would you like me to
begin?"
Blake
replied, "I see many quiet box shaped machines throughout the room. Please
start with the one in the northwest corner." He pointed, "The two
odd-looking black stacked boxes, they each look like a washing machine stacked
neatly on top of each other."
***
2011 hours. This is better. I remember some of this is from my hypnotic
dream state where before being born I thought I was in such a room with two
tall slender and kind alien creatures. Their skin appeared to be pinecone-like.
Their long and shapely feminine-like fingers appeared delicate like a surgeon’s
fingers.
You are inventing here, orndorff. You have
an earlier post that better explains the aliens remembered from your tranced
state in Dr. Payne’s UC office. Post and let’s call it a night. – Amorella
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