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The Interview

Allan Onik

    Tab arrived from McCarran International Airport and stepped off the Janet. He immediately began walking to S-4. He passed latest Russian Mig, a camouflaged OXCART, and a hangared Aurora Saucer.
    When he arrived at the site his retinal scan passed and he took the elevator 20 stories down. When the door opened he shook hands with The General and his assistants.
    “So, you’ve read the document?” The General asked.
    “Of course,” Tab said.
    “So it must be obvious then. This is far more important than SDI, weather control, “Project Blue Book,” Time travel, or Teleportation technology. This interview could be more important than the meeting of Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill during The War.”
    “I’m aware of my position,” Tab said.
    “Then It’s waiting for you in the observation bay,” The General said.

    The door sealed behind him and Tab stood face to face with The Grey. It had a large elongated head, large black eyes, small skinny limbs, and a petite body.
    “I’ve been waiting for you,” The Grey thought. The words echoed through Tab’s mind.
    “How did you know you would be interviewed, and not autopsied like the others?” Tab thought.
    “To me, Time is like one of Earth’s flowers. I experience the spectrum holistically, and can open each petal cohesively—with one peel. I already know when I will pass into The Field, what you will think now, and the information I will relate to you today. It is similar to the reason I don’t need vocal chords, as your kind does.”
    “Then lets begin,” Tab thought, “help me.”

    Tab closed his eyes and floated up into space. He felt an overwhelming sense of Love, and calmness. He looked down on Earth peacefully. The sight was awe inspiring, like looking at priceless gem.
    “Although your planet’s ruling species’ evolutionary status has improved since The Dinosaurs, you still have a long way to go in The Cosmos. Most of your kind struggles with lack of proper resources, and psychological imbalances that prevent the development of Higher States of Consciousness. Without Unity with The Creator, your evolutionary makeup will always be sub par. And it is as simple as the proper vibration on a singe atom! There is a Field of Love synonymous with your text’s heaven—I’m sure you can feel it now. When your species can feel it on your planet then you will become more like my kind. Your Einstein scientist would agree that humans have a long way to go. But why don’t you soak it in for a while, and enjoy the view?”
    The clouds on the planet rolled over The United States of America. In his silent Bliss Tab thought back to when he was a baby, playing in the sandbox at his preschool.
    “I suppose we have a chance,” Tab thought in his ecstasy.

    When he reentered his body he was laying in a hospital bed in Las Vegas. His vitals were being measured on a monitor next to him. The General patted him on the shoulder. “We have a lot to talk about,” he said.a

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