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.I listen to you every nightand you really do have your thumb on the pulse of the world.Ret Ball:Thank you, Kim.What do you want to discuss tonight?Caller:Well, I was wondering about something.With the war over in the MiddleEast and all we don't see much on the regular news anymore, but have you seenthe stories about the European Space Agency and the Russians losing their Marsspacecraft? I mean, I saw a little blurb about it on CNN but there were nodetails.Why have we lost several probes from different countries all within the pastyear?Ret Ball:Ah yes, I have seen a few articles about this at SpaceWeekly.com but theyexplained away any unusual circumstances.Caller:I'll have to check that article out, but isn't that typical.They alwaysexplain away everything.Thanks, Ret, keep fighting the good fight.Ret Ball:Thank you, Kim.Let's see, the next caller is, AHA! Our old friend and regularcaller, Megiddo from underground.Go ahead old friend, you are telling theTruth Nationwide!Page 16ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlCaller:Greetings and salutations, Ret! It's good to hear that there are people outthere with their eyes and ears open.Indeed, we've lost several probes at Marsand it's only a matter of time before we start losing all of them there.Haveyou observed Mars lately, Ret?Ret Ball:Why I guess I haven't, Megiddo.Why? Tell us what is going on, old friend.Caller:Well, I have been watching since the first European probe was lost andsomething about the little red planet looks.different.Ret Ball:Different? How so?!Caller:The albedo is shifting, Ret, shifting in a way that is clearly the result ofintelligent design.I'm telling you, Ret, the CIA knows about this and they'recovering it up, spending all their time trying to track me down instead offacing this critical threat to our very lives! Our solar system is under aninvasion from an extra-terrestrial intelligence as we speak.The government isnever going to warn us in time to take action; it's all up to you, Ret.Thisis your hour! You must spread the Truth, Ret!Ret Ball:I see.So the government is behind a cover-up of an ET invasion.Typical ofthem, Megiddo my old friend.Well, I'll have to get my telescope out and gotake a look at the red planet for myself! We will speak the Truth! No matterwhat forces come against us! You're on the air.* * *Time: Present minus four months loss of first U.S.Mars probe"Well, Tom, you work for NASA, you tell us," Roger said with a sly grin."Alanand I are just lowly space defense contractors and wouldn't know anything'bout no NASA rocket science."Dr.Roger P.Reynolds was born, raised, and educated in his home state ofAlabama.Although he was well known in the space reconnaissance community assomewhat of a space systems engineering genius, outside of those classifiedrooms you would never know it.In his late thirties with a runner's build amore seemingly stereotypical educated Southern redneck you could neverfind right down to his slow southern drawl and his Roll Tide necktie and ballcap."That's right.Us here Huntsville Alabama hicks don't know nuthin' 'bout norocket science." Alan said in his best Southern drawl, laughing.Alan Davis,unlike Dr.Reynolds, whom he thought of as "his sidekick," was only firstgeneration redneck; his parents had moved to Huntsville when he was seven.Now at thirty-seven years old there were still hints of his Yankee dialect inhis speech.Alan had stayed aNorth Alabamian and gone through college at the local university earningmaster's degrees in mechanical and electrical engineering before "goingcorporate" and getting a job doing mechanical and electrical engineering onspace defense projects for the Space and Missile Defense Command and theDefenseAdvanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA)."Why would all the probes there suddenly quit workin'?" Roger said moreseriously as he swirled thepitcher of beer in front of him and started to pour more into his glass.TheHooters' waitress passing by slapped him on the hand and took the pitcher awaybefore he could pour a drop."That's my job," the slim brunette said."Ha, serious job security issues you got there, honey," Alan said with a laughas he offered his empty beer glass up as well."Yeah, Tom," he continued."Youtell us how that could happen."Page 17ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlTom leaned back on his stool and took a big draw from his beer glass."Well,personally, I think we should nuke Mars now.There ain't no electromagneticphenomena or anything that could do it.Haylfahr, iffin' it wore solar flaresor somethin', it'd be affecting satellites here at Earth," he said in hishorrible attempt at an Alabama accent.Thomas Conley Powell, Ph.D., was a Californian only recently transplanted toNorth Alabama.Tom was the elderly "gray beard" of the bunch [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]