Albert stuck his head out. “I left my lamp with Collin and the rest. They seemed to be mesmerized by the painting of chamber twenty. I'm not an artist, but these paintings are amazing… it’s not like your rock art, right?”“No, unless you consider Picasso a caveman.”“This camera is different,” Albert finally said. “It is as if they had been spent a long time on its construction and they left it in its natural state.”Although chamber twenty-three was identical in shape and size, its walls, floor, and ceiling were rough and unfinished. The mural painting was the only surface of the chamber that was smoothed and polished like the other chambers. The floor was full of detritus, mainly pieces of rock that looked like some type of fiber.“Very strange,” said Weber, shaking his head slowly and rubbing his chin with his hand. “Did you see the artifact?”Albert followed Weber's light to a bright disk, 7.5 centimeters wide in diameter.“It's an optical disc. Hopefully, it explains what the hel
Samantha turned to Weber in silence. Albert was already heading towards the tunnel."We could," he replied, then turned to Albert. "Hey, maybe we should take out the artifact in the cave and see what happens. Maybe the tunnel isn't the correct approach."Albert stopped and turned to look at them. "Is there another way out here?""I don't know, maybe," Weber said. "I think we should look into it. Who knows what this thing can do once I'm inside the site."Albert reluctantly agreed.Weber unlocked the locks and opened the box. All the light rays converged on the metal surface of the artifact. It looked completely extraterrestrial, out of place inside the cavern, resembling a luminescent creature in the dark depths of the ocean.The artifact remained silent like the cave.Samantha leaned in with the light, her eyes fixed on the object. She touched it with uncertainty. With a murmur, something inside the object activated, causing it to vibrate. Its edges became blurred, and the artifact t
"What do you know about the ACIO?" McGavin asked."Just what I read in the instructions you sent me last week," Darrell replied. "I've been in intelligence for twenty-nine years. Not even a rumor about such an organization reached my ears.""Do you mind if I smoke?" Darrel asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes."No, not at all. If you don't mind me having a drink," McGavin responded.They exchanged smiles, and the tension in the room dissipated like smoke in the air blown away by a strong wind.Darrel had very short, light brown hair. He was tall, with about ten extra kilos, mainly in his abdomen. Despite his physical stature, his glasses gave him a studious appearance."I have to be honest with you, sir," Darrel began. "I don't know much about extraterrestrials or the advanced technologies they might produce. My expertise lies in strategy, planning for infiltration into enemy territory. But...""So, when you read the instructions," McGavin interrupted abruptly, "did you think I was
The red stones accentuated the azure blue of the sky. The sun rendered jackets and vests unnecessary, leaving the perfect air temperature for shorts and cotton t-shirts.The thrill of witnessing Weber and Albert emerge from the canyon wall brought the team together as if an invisible network bound them. Sarah embraced Weber, momentarily forgetting her professional demeanor. Andrews and Collin shook Weber's hand, welcoming him back "among the living," while Samantha watched with a broad smile.Numerous questions arose about the manner in which Weber was freed and the nature of his rescue, but Albert and Weber deferred them for later, showing more interest in addressing Weber's immediate physical needs: warming up and filling his empty stomach.Once everyone settled down around a small bonfire that Andrews had ignited from some dry branches, Weber began recounting his story, hands cupping warm coffee."All I can tell you," he began, his tone turning introspective, "is that I went for an
Out of the corner of his eye, Evans noticed a crevice in the canyon wall. It was small, only half a meter high, but it clearly marked an opening in the cliff face. He resisted the urge to call out to his colleagues and instead knelt, peering into the darkness of the crevice, and called out loudly for Weber several times.Straining with all his concentration, he faintly heard a response. "Here I am, here I'm." There was something else in Weber's voice, but Evans couldn't make it out clearly. There was an urgency to his tone, indicating something was amiss. It sounded like Weber, yet lacked his usual vigor. He must be injured, that was the only plausible explanation. Evans shouted at the top of his lungs, "We'll be there in a few minutes. Hang on."He quickly rose to his feet and alerted his team. "I've found it! Everyone, follow my voice and come here!" Every few seconds, he reiterated, "I've found him!" Within minutes, the entire team except for Albert had gathered."What happened to
James Louden paused, analyzing Quince's body language, searching for any signs of deception. Quince remained solemn, eagerly awaiting James Louden to continue his narrative."And then this morning, our agents, in an attempt to verify the professor's claim, conducted a routine search of his residence and office. What they discovered were seven of these devices. They appeared similar to our surveillance equipment but were evidently more sophisticated, according to our tech experts.""And you believe the timing of the ACIO mission to New Mexico and the professor's statement are not merely coincidental?" Quince's expression betrayed a sense of concern.James Louden nodded gravely. "Look, just level with me. You know you're obligated to report your activities, or I'll have to assume you've gone rogue. You're familiar with the protocol in such circumstances. So, cut to the chase. What's really going on?"Fifteen shifted uncomfortably in his chair, rising with the aid of his cane. Rifling th
Strange Visitor entered the steep canyon shrouded in a dreamy mist, drawn by the towering rock structure that seemed to pierce the heavens. Never before had anyone from her tribe ventured so deeply into the mountains. She hailed from the Takaore tribe, descendants of the Mayans who would later be known as the Anasazi Indians of Northern New Mexico. Her slender frame was adorned with ritual tattoos, marking her as the leader of the Self-Knowers.The Self-Knowers dedicated themselves to the spiritual growth of the Takaore tribe. They devised various rituals, rites of passage, and meditation chambers known as kivas, and were tasked with preserving the tribe's origins, history, and beliefs.At 34 years old, Traveler from Heaven donned a deer skin garment that draped below her knees, adorned with turquoise necklaces around her neck and ankles. An impression of her right hand, inked in violet with small white beads symbolizing the starry sky, adorned her chest. Her straight black hair casca
The massive rock wall loomed ahead, casting a shadow that cloaked the desert landscape in mystery and surreal beauty. Despite the fresh air in the wall's shadow, the absolute calm made the atmosphere unbearable even without a jacket. Rocks, fallen over thousands of years, littered the area, some as large as small houses. It was easy to imagine the thunderous crash they must have made upon landing. Sara focused on her task of preparing for a Reproduction, preferring to work alone. All she needed was a set of data, typically search coordinates and a time frame. Strangely, though, the more she knew about the search parameters, the less accurate her Reproductions tended to be. Branson had termed this phenomenon "Spectral Knotting," suggesting that excessive knowledge hindered the flow of psychic energy. As she donned her Brain Shell—a device affectionately named—she noticed its unusual quietness. Had its mission concluded the previous night, or was something amiss? With cautious reverenc
Weber, lacking infrared equipment, relied on his compass as he ventured out into the desert. Despite the early hour, nearing 11:00 p.m., he packed some supplies into a backpack, donned a standard jacket with insignia from the Center of DoD Climatological Research, and set off eastward.Careful to avoid detection by Albert, Weber took an alternate route around the camp, mindful of the implanted tracking devices all ACIO personnel were required to have. These implants, the size of a grain of rice, transmitted a unique body frequency, ensuring the organization could monitor their movements.A mournful howl interrupted Weber's trek, prompting a momentary pause. Continuing through the scattered trees and under the faint glow of the moon, he felt a sense of security as he distanced himself from the camp. Lighting his lamp, Weber pressed on toward the sandstone formation he had spotted earlier.At the top of a hill, Weber surveyed the landscape with binoculars, pinpointing the location of th