Emily the Surfer Girl
Emily the Surfer Girl and the UFO
By: Luke Nichols
Copyright © 2007 Luke Nichols
One
The Sun was about to rise, and Roosters were crowing on that West Virginia
Farm. Michael had put on a pot of Coffee, as he leafed through his notes.
Walking over to the Craft, he patted the aluminum skin of it. He had framed
the Craft out of aluminum tubing, and secured the aluminum skin to it. The
cockpit was built inside, complete with seats. He had hoarked them from a 97
Toyota. The Craft had thirty, quad-processor computers, each one with
maximum memory and very large hard drives. He had put well placed
electromagnets all around the inside of the skin of the outer shell. He had
also placed them in the circular lift compartment. This would make the Craft
glide on the Earth's own natural geomagnetic field. He was really pleased
with his work. It had taken ten months to get to this step, but the best was
yet to come.
The circular lift compartment was a simple device. It was a wooden wheel,
about four foot in circumference. It had well placed electromagnetics on it
also. Each one had two rods coming up from it: one lead, and one copper.
Each rod had brushes, that made contact with two circular contact plates.
Those would hook to guages and his crowning achievement: The Brass Sphere.
Outside of the wooden wheel, was the outside of the circular lift
compartment. That too had well placed electromagnets. The wheel would spin
within that outer wheel, and the resulting field would give the Craft its
lift. Those two were hooked to the Brass Sphere. An aluminum shaft was
mounted as an axel within the wooden wheel, and each end of it was secured
to a ball bearing cup, one placed in the top of the Craft, and one on the
Bottom. It had a cog placed on it, with a chain going to a modified DC
motor. He had to use it to spin the wooden wheel. "This is going to be
sweet," Michael exclaimed.
The aluminum shaft would turn several generators he had ordered from an
Auto-Supply House. They were the old typed generators they used in
Volkswagons. These would power the lithium battery banks, which in turn
powered the Computers. The shaft and wheel would also act as a gyroscope,
keeping the craft upright. He was now going to fuel the fusion reactor,
which was going to be contained in the Brass Sphere. It looked about the
size of a basketball, just a little bit larger. He had to have it special
made. He told the machine shop that did it that he was using it for a
special smelter to smelt metals. They hadn't a clue. The Sphere opened on
hinges, with bolts holding the upper and lower pieces together. He had
already worked on the plasma field that would be contained within the
sphere. Within this, he would put his fuel for the Craft. He decided on a
lump of coal. He laughed when he thought of a UFO powered by a lump of coal.
He had almost got busted by Deputy Sheriff Mossell. He came by the house,
looking for, he didn't know what, but "Something strange," he said. "Look
Mike. We've got reports of strange noises, strange smells and strange lights
coming from up here. What you doing? Making Shine?" "No!," Michael
exclaimed, and decided playing dumb was the best way to handle it. The
entire exchange was finished as fast as it begun. The Deputy had to respond
to a house fire. Not only was he a Deputy, he was also a Volunteer Fireman.
"I'll be back," he said. He never did come back.
Michael placed black goggles over his eyes. He walked over and grabbed the
lump of coal. He placed it in the sphere, and closed it. The initial plasma
field would activate by regular house electricity. He bolted the bolts real
tight, torqueing them to an acceptable level of tightness. "Here goes." He
plugged in the Electric, and nothing happened at first. He then began to
hear a low humming sound. Checking his guage, finally it rose up. "Yes!, he
shouted. The plasma field worked. One more electric cord to ignite the coal.
He plugged it in, and checked another guage, finally it peaked. He was now
generating more power then every electric plant on the planet. Clicking a
bypass switch, he unplugged the Sphere, and it now was running off its own
energy, as well as every other thing on the Craft. Today's work was
finished. He slept.
When he awoke, he made scrambled eggs and toast. He walked out to the barn.
The Craft was making a low pitched hum still yet. He tethered the Craft and
had to test it out. He got in, and sit in the seat. Flipping a few switches,
he pushed a lever forward, and the Craft rose off the ground 4 foot. He
pulled back and it set back down. He checked his Computers. They were
compiling all the software to run the Craft. Not much longer. 84%. He had
time to work on something amazing now: A fourth dimensional room that was
attached to the Craft.
Since he was producing the most energy that man could produce on planet
Earth, he knew he could cause a causal rift in space and time contained
within the Craft. He had built the special door for it. It looked like a
plain doorframe, but when hooked up to Sphere, it would literally rip space
and time open, making him an opening. As he hooked up the frame, a white
light appeared and then it happened: Space and time were opened. He stuck
his hand inside. Cool to the touch. As long as he maintained hull integrity
in space, he could use this room as resting place while the Craft flew on
long trips. He flipped a switch, and the doorway closed, showing the rubber
matting that filled the entire outside of the craft. He needed that to keep
from being shocked to death. He opened a large door on the outside of the
Craft. He walked out and he lugged a sofa in. It was tricky business moving
the stuff into the fourth dimensional room, because he had to move it
inside, shut the door, pressurize the Craft and then open the other door to
the room inside. It took him almost two hours. It was well worth it, because
now he had a room he could be inside, and rest while the Craft was moving.
The computers were at 98%. "Almost finished," he thought.
He then went on the outside of the Craft and put up 45 photo electric plates
he had made. These would act like cameras, but were not necessarily cameras.
They were attached to a special viewing screen inside. It was no regular
Television. This would had a carbon gray screen, and it would only show
lights and shadowing. You couldn't watch American Idol on this TV.
The computers finally finished compiling and he installed all the new
software on every computer. These would run guages, the circular lift
chamber, everything in the Craft. It would also run another exciting feature
of the Craft: The Life Support. He had figured out a way to exact an
atmosphere within the Craft from plain water. The entire circumference of
the Craft had a very large water tank. That tank could produce enough
breathable air to last 250 years. He was very pleased with that, for he
planned on taking the Craft into space.
The Craft would move forward by two large air pipes flowing through the
Craft. Each pipe contained a turbine, that moved air from the front, through
the craft, and out the back, and it had a nozzle that moved left to right,
as the computers gave command to it. That would push the Craft forwards in
areas that had atmosphere. Simple geomagnetics would push it around space.
"That's it. Finished. This is a crowning achievement on my part." You'd like
to think old Mike here made the Craft for the betterment of mankind, to
explore the universe, to bring peace on earth, but it was none of that. His
Uncle had bet him a case of beer he couldn't make a real UFO. "I guess I won
that bet," he thought. Walking outside, he snapped some digital photos of
the Craft. Time to get ready for flight.
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Two
"Emily!,' the girls mother yelled up the stairs. "You're going to be late
for School!" The girl was running around, at breakneck speed. She was
simultaneously brushing her teeth. She grabbed her backpack, stopping in the
kitchen and grabbed a breakfast pastry. She was out the door in no time. She
almost tripped over Oscar, her cat, and he ran off, very quickly behind the
garbage cans. "Sorry Oscar!," she yelled. Her mom yelled at her as she
scurried down the sidewalk. "Go over Mallory's after school! She has some
coupons for me!" Emily yelled back that she would, but she had a date with
Zack to go surfing. She said she'd go after that. "Ok! Have a nice day!,"
her mom yelled back, and off the girl went.
She arrived at school and found Zack near the water fountain. "We on this
evening," he asked? "Oh yeah!," she answered and smiled. The day was a blur
to her. Something about quantum physics. Tracy had gotten braces. Yada yada
yada, and finally, Lunch. She ate with Zack and listened to him go on and on
about the gnarly waves they'd have today. It wasn't that she was in love
with Zack. She loved him, sure enough. But it wasn't that deep puppy love
most teenagers get. The kind that makes your stomach flip flop and all you
want to do is spend time with the other person. They were friends, and they
were surfers. That would suffice for now.
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Three
He piloted the craft out of the Barn, and checked all the guages, one more
time. Everything was ok. He decided to give it a speed test, and go clean
out to California and back. So, he programmed his GPS to Orange County, and
took off. The hum of the Brass Sphere got louder the higher he climbed. The
turbines were making a whirring sound, as air rushed through the chamber. He
moved upwards and forwards. By this time, the electromagnetics was giving
the craft an eerie glowing green color. The turbines wined up as the craft
began to really accelerate. 125 miles per hour. 275 miles per hour. The
Computers were calculating every move ahead of time. He decided to keep it
at 300 miles per hour, just to see if the hull integrity held. "If it fails,
I'll be toast," he thought.
The Computers were doing their jobs well. He decided to try the fourth
dimensional room. He opened the door, and walked inside. He couldn't even
feel he was moving. It was a quite, peaceful place. The Monitor showed the
guages and outside, he could see the shadows of trees and mountains glide
by. He walked over to a frige and got out a soft drink. He sat down on the
Couch. Time had no meaning to him as he sat here. It was a total null, and
void section of the Cosmos. The only way he could reckon time was by the
charcoal gray monitor, that showed his speed, and position.
He could control the entire craft from the fourth dimensional room. Though
in his reckoning, he could walk through the doorway in less then 2 seconds,
he had to use 1 mile of wires to get from the outside to the inside of the
room. That 1 mile of wire was now stretched, who knew? 10 miles? 100 Miles?
10 million miles. Miles had no meaning within fourth dimensional space and
time.
Four
Emily was having a blast. She and Zack was surfing, and when they weren't
surfing, they were talking. They talked of yicky cheerleaders, and cool kids
at school. Teachers they hated and cafeteria food they didn't like. He
talked of how he hated to be towelled in the Boy's Locker Room, and she
talked of how Heather Matney had made her feel inferior as she berated her
outside of 3rd period Geometry. All in all, they were typical kids.
"Hey Em. It's getting a little late. Should we knock off?"
"I want to go out one more time." As the sun was beginning to set.
"Ok. I'm going to go load my board."
Emily paddled out and waited for a nice wave. She was straddling the board
as the waves lifted her up and down. Zack sat on top of a dune as he watched
her. A nice wave was beginning to roll up from the rear, as she crouched up
on her board. She began to roll along nicely, as the wave pushed her along.
All of a sudden, a piece of drift wood hit her board, knocking her into the
water. She clunked her head on her board, and now was floating, face down,
her life jacket keeping her afloat.
Zack went wild, yelling "Emily! Emily!" He ran up to get his board, which was
now strapped down. He fumbled to get it free, glancing over his shoulder at
Emily bobbing up and down.
Five
Michael had accelerated the craft to 1,000 miles per hour. Nothing on Earth
could catch him. He was a gliding Cheetah of electromagnetics. He could stop
as fast as he could start the craft. He slowed down over the beach in Orange
County. His grey screened monitor showing a beautiful sunset.
"I'm going to switch on the Audio and listen to the waves."
Michael switched on the Audio, which could hear a pin drop 10 miles away. He
heard a man yelling. "Emily! Emily!"
"What's this?," he asked.
He did a 180 panoramic of the beach and saw the girl, floating in the water.
She was merely a shadow on his screen. "Oh man!" he said.
He manually took over control of the craft and glided down over top of
Emily. "I have to shut the fourth dimension to get her hauled in."
He ran out of the room and shut the door. He was now gliding about 2 feet
above the water. He opened the outside door and yanked Emily up out of the
water and into his craft. "Still out," he whispered.
Once she was inside, he shut the outer door, repressurized the craft and
opened back up the fourth dimension. He dragged Emily inside and placed her
on the Couch. "Still breathing, but out cold," he said to himself.
A sensor went off inside the fourth dimensional room. "Great! Freaking Air
Force!"
His presence in the area had alerted the Air Force, who had sent out
recognizance planes to investigate. One choice missle could open his hull,
and his entire craft would implode into a rift within time and space, and he
and his new guest would never escape it. It would be a nightmare. A
continual plunge through time and space, never to escape. "I have to get out
of here!" He said.
"Where? Where to take this girl? She was now in more danger then if she had
drown. Michael thought to himself. "Time to try this space flight feature
out." He ran out of the room and double clicked an icon on the computer
monitor. The turbines shut down, and closed. The circular wheel began to
turn, and the craft lifted straight up into the sky. He was climbing at a
fast rate of speed. Two glow rods began to glow within the water tanks and
the air in the craft equalized to an earth climate. He shot out of the
atmosphere like a cork, popping up in a bathtub. Geomagnetics would take
over now.
He pilotted the craft to the dark side of the moon, and it hovered about
20,000 feet above the moon, stationary. He then sat down and looked at the
girl. "Pretty girl," he thought. "Probably an utter air head too!" He went
to a board and did some calculations. He could maintain his position here
for 250 years. He, nor she wouldn't age in fourth dimensional space and
time. They could outlast any major empire on the planet. He stood there,
gazing at his board. He then walked over to the monitor. He could hear the
girl moan, and she sat straight up. "Where am I? Is this heaven?" The man
didn't hear her for a moment, lost in his thoughts. "Well, holy crap! I
guess they were wrong." The girl interjected, " Who was wrong? Who the heck
are you!"
The man turned to her and smiled. "Oh, I guess they were wrong about the
dark side of the moon having a top secret base. Nothing down there but
blackness. See?" He pointed to the gray scaled monitor.
"Hey Mister! I hate to rain on your parade here, but who the hell are you!?"
The man walked over to her briskly and extended his hand.
"I'm Michael."
"The archangel?, she asked.
He laughed. No, I'm Michael from Newhall West Virginia, well, I moved to
English when I was in my teens.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"Well, ummmmmmmm you are, exactly no where. We are kind of in a compartment
within fourth dimensional space and time. Actually time here is a misnomer.
Time has no meaning here."
"Can you talk english please!? Where is Zack?"
"Oh. I only picked you up. You were drowning. I had to make a quick get
away. Air Force was on our tail. Could of had nasty consequences had they
blown open our hull. It's only made of aluminum sheeting."
"So, this is an airplane? Where's the windows? Why can't I see out? The
walls glow. Look, I know a few things and air plane walls do not glow!"
Michael gazed at her a moment. "Well, you're not technically in an air
plane, well, not one you see when you fly the friendly skies. You're on my
UFO."
"Your what? Man, I must of hit my head good! I'm on a UFO? The kind like
Will Smith drove in Independence Day?"
Michael laughed. "Well, not one of alien design. This is my own design. It
is highly simple to make. I made most of it from parts from my local
hardware store."
"You made a UFO? Man, I must be dreaming good. Now, where did you say I am?"
"Ummmmmmmm. You're not any where. Your caught in a causal rift in space and
time. A room I made, you know, to chill out, when I don't want to sit in my
cock pit."
"You mean you're like a Time Lord? A Doctor Who?"
Michael laughed again, and slapped his leg at the thought of being called
Doctor Who.
"Ok. Let me explain it to you from the beginning. I'll try to make it
simple. Wait. It may be best If I just show you."
She got up and walked to the doorway with him. They stepped through and they
were both in the cramped compartment of the cockpit. "Computers? You used
Personal Computers in your UFO?" He laughed again.
"See. We walked through that opening and it felt like to us like it only
took mere seconds to make it through. Actually, if we could reckon our
distance in miles, we just traversed, well, I actually don't know the exact
distance, but you can bet the Farm it was a long way. I'm thinking maybe
thousands and thousands of miles."
"Oh my goodness!," She exclaimed. "What is that wooden wheel?"
"Oh, that is the lift compartment. It's totally electromagnetic. I had to
use a substance that wouldn't magnetize. I choose wood."
"Mister, where in the world is the gerbil?" She walked around to the front."
"So, where are we now?"
"Well, here time has meaning, so to give our exact location, I have to say
we are orbiting stationary above the dark side of the moon. See the
grayscale monitor? You can see the dividing line between the light side and
dark side. We're actually not moving at all."
"Whoa," she whispered.
Six
Zack was very animated to the police officer who investigated the report of
a missing girl. He didn't know what to make of the sandy brown hair guy,
almost jumping up and down. "I swear officer! A ufo took my girlfriend and
took her up into space."
The officer looked up in the sky. "How much have you smoked today son?"
"Nothing! I don't do drugs. I swear, my girlfriend was surfing and she hit
her head. A UFO swooped down and took her."
"Ok son. Calm down. Do you think she actually drown and you just imagined a
flying saucer? I do know of people concoting imaginary events to help them
deal with a traumatic situation.'
Zack was pacing back and forth now. "Look. I don't do drugs. I don't drink.
I haven't done anything today illegal. I was surfing with my girlfriend. She
went down into the surf. She was floating, face down. A glowing disc came
out of the sky, and hovered near her. The disc then went straight up into
the sky, above the clouds and was gone."
The officer didn't know what to make of this, but the kid, despite his
hysterics seemed credible. "How will I call in this report? he thought. "Ok,
son. I suggest you go home, and wait to see if the girl turns up. Perhaps
what you saw was a sun flash on your sun glasses, and she really swam off to
another part of the beach. I'm sure she'll turn up."
Zack looked frustrated. "I know you don't believe me. I need to tell Emily's
family."
"Ok, you go do that. And trust me when I say, there are no little green men
from Mars that took your girlfriend. You probably just saw a flash from the
sun in your glasses."
Zack ran up to his mini-suv and sat there a moment. He looked up into the
sky, and then started the car. "I know what I saw, he thought.
Off he drove to her house, as fast as he could. The officer walked up to his
cruiser. "Crazy kids.., he whispered.
Seven
"How's your head? Asked Michael.
"Oh, it's ok. A dull pain. So, if I'm not really dreaming this, how long can
we stay in space? "
"Well, if our hull is never breached, we can stay up here, in the fourth
dimensional room 250 years."
"Oh my goodness! Hey, I can't stay here that long. I need to get home."
"Well, we need to lay low for a while. Those jet fighters will be out there,
and they will gun for us. They'll think we are an alien threat. Let's lay
low at my house for a while, til I figure out how to get you home."
He walked over to his control panel and clicked an icon that said home. The
craft began to glide silently back towards the earth. "There's our planet,"
he pointed to the grayscale screen.
Emily sat down, and even though the Earth wasn't in color, it was still
magnificient to look at. She could see the outlines of what she thought was
satellites. "Are those satellites?" "Yes, he replied. The craft stopped over
West Virginia and plunged straight down, into the atmosphere. They descended
pretty quickly and the craft came down over top his farm. It stopped about 4
foot above the ground and he piloted it into the barn.
"We have to shut the fourth dimensional door. We can't have it open and open
our hull. Remember that neverending descent I told you about? You don't want
to be caught up in a
time vortex."
He shut the door. and powered off the craft. The brass sphere still hummed
as the outer doors opened.
"Man, you weren't lying!" She got out and ran her fingers over the aluminum
skin. It was cool to the touch.
"So, why did you build this? You going to sell it to the government?"
"hmmm no. They have their own UFO Tech. I'm sure theirs is different from
mine, but they work on the same principle."
"So, how far could we of went in space? I bet far, huh?"
"Well, I didn't calculate it, but I'm fairly confident we could of went
beyond the Kuiper Belt. I haven't fitted the craft with high tech sensors,
so I'm pretty sure we could of gotten lost, like forever. I'm still in my
testing period. I only got it flying two days ago."
"Well, in case I didn't thank you; thank you. You saved me. I need to call
Zack and tell him I'm ok."
Michael furrowed his brow. "I don't think that's such a good idea at this
point. We kind of had a whole beach full of people see me rescue you. I'm
sure the authorities know you've been taken by me. It's not that I don't
want to take you home, but I have to get my story straight with you."
"No worries. I'll just hang out here in West Virginia for a few hours. Now,
why did you create this thing for?"
"I'd like to say it was for the betterment of mankind, or to help mankind
progress into a golden age of enlightenment, but mainly my Uncle bet me a
case of beer I couldn't create one. I guess I need to collect on that beer."
"Yeah, Emily replied.
(More of this story coming later)
Luke Nichols
Copyright © 2007 Andrew Luke Nichols
All Rights Reserved
By: Luke Nichols
Copyright © 2007 Luke Nichols
One
The Sun was about to rise, and Roosters were crowing on that West Virginia
Farm. Michael had put on a pot of Coffee, as he leafed through his notes.
Walking over to the Craft, he patted the aluminum skin of it. He had framed
the Craft out of aluminum tubing, and secured the aluminum skin to it. The
cockpit was built inside, complete with seats. He had hoarked them from a 97
Toyota. The Craft had thirty, quad-processor computers, each one with
maximum memory and very large hard drives. He had put well placed
electromagnets all around the inside of the skin of the outer shell. He had
also placed them in the circular lift compartment. This would make the Craft
glide on the Earth's own natural geomagnetic field. He was really pleased
with his work. It had taken ten months to get to this step, but the best was
yet to come.
The circular lift compartment was a simple device. It was a wooden wheel,
about four foot in circumference. It had well placed electromagnetics on it
also. Each one had two rods coming up from it: one lead, and one copper.
Each rod had brushes, that made contact with two circular contact plates.
Those would hook to guages and his crowning achievement: The Brass Sphere.
Outside of the wooden wheel, was the outside of the circular lift
compartment. That too had well placed electromagnets. The wheel would spin
within that outer wheel, and the resulting field would give the Craft its
lift. Those two were hooked to the Brass Sphere. An aluminum shaft was
mounted as an axel within the wooden wheel, and each end of it was secured
to a ball bearing cup, one placed in the top of the Craft, and one on the
Bottom. It had a cog placed on it, with a chain going to a modified DC
motor. He had to use it to spin the wooden wheel. "This is going to be
sweet," Michael exclaimed.
The aluminum shaft would turn several generators he had ordered from an
Auto-Supply House. They were the old typed generators they used in
Volkswagons. These would power the lithium battery banks, which in turn
powered the Computers. The shaft and wheel would also act as a gyroscope,
keeping the craft upright. He was now going to fuel the fusion reactor,
which was going to be contained in the Brass Sphere. It looked about the
size of a basketball, just a little bit larger. He had to have it special
made. He told the machine shop that did it that he was using it for a
special smelter to smelt metals. They hadn't a clue. The Sphere opened on
hinges, with bolts holding the upper and lower pieces together. He had
already worked on the plasma field that would be contained within the
sphere. Within this, he would put his fuel for the Craft. He decided on a
lump of coal. He laughed when he thought of a UFO powered by a lump of coal.
He had almost got busted by Deputy Sheriff Mossell. He came by the house,
looking for, he didn't know what, but "Something strange," he said. "Look
Mike. We've got reports of strange noises, strange smells and strange lights
coming from up here. What you doing? Making Shine?" "No!," Michael
exclaimed, and decided playing dumb was the best way to handle it. The
entire exchange was finished as fast as it begun. The Deputy had to respond
to a house fire. Not only was he a Deputy, he was also a Volunteer Fireman.
"I'll be back," he said. He never did come back.
Michael placed black goggles over his eyes. He walked over and grabbed the
lump of coal. He placed it in the sphere, and closed it. The initial plasma
field would activate by regular house electricity. He bolted the bolts real
tight, torqueing them to an acceptable level of tightness. "Here goes." He
plugged in the Electric, and nothing happened at first. He then began to
hear a low humming sound. Checking his guage, finally it rose up. "Yes!, he
shouted. The plasma field worked. One more electric cord to ignite the coal.
He plugged it in, and checked another guage, finally it peaked. He was now
generating more power then every electric plant on the planet. Clicking a
bypass switch, he unplugged the Sphere, and it now was running off its own
energy, as well as every other thing on the Craft. Today's work was
finished. He slept.
When he awoke, he made scrambled eggs and toast. He walked out to the barn.
The Craft was making a low pitched hum still yet. He tethered the Craft and
had to test it out. He got in, and sit in the seat. Flipping a few switches,
he pushed a lever forward, and the Craft rose off the ground 4 foot. He
pulled back and it set back down. He checked his Computers. They were
compiling all the software to run the Craft. Not much longer. 84%. He had
time to work on something amazing now: A fourth dimensional room that was
attached to the Craft.
Since he was producing the most energy that man could produce on planet
Earth, he knew he could cause a causal rift in space and time contained
within the Craft. He had built the special door for it. It looked like a
plain doorframe, but when hooked up to Sphere, it would literally rip space
and time open, making him an opening. As he hooked up the frame, a white
light appeared and then it happened: Space and time were opened. He stuck
his hand inside. Cool to the touch. As long as he maintained hull integrity
in space, he could use this room as resting place while the Craft flew on
long trips. He flipped a switch, and the doorway closed, showing the rubber
matting that filled the entire outside of the craft. He needed that to keep
from being shocked to death. He opened a large door on the outside of the
Craft. He walked out and he lugged a sofa in. It was tricky business moving
the stuff into the fourth dimensional room, because he had to move it
inside, shut the door, pressurize the Craft and then open the other door to
the room inside. It took him almost two hours. It was well worth it, because
now he had a room he could be inside, and rest while the Craft was moving.
The computers were at 98%. "Almost finished," he thought.
He then went on the outside of the Craft and put up 45 photo electric plates
he had made. These would act like cameras, but were not necessarily cameras.
They were attached to a special viewing screen inside. It was no regular
Television. This would had a carbon gray screen, and it would only show
lights and shadowing. You couldn't watch American Idol on this TV.
The computers finally finished compiling and he installed all the new
software on every computer. These would run guages, the circular lift
chamber, everything in the Craft. It would also run another exciting feature
of the Craft: The Life Support. He had figured out a way to exact an
atmosphere within the Craft from plain water. The entire circumference of
the Craft had a very large water tank. That tank could produce enough
breathable air to last 250 years. He was very pleased with that, for he
planned on taking the Craft into space.
The Craft would move forward by two large air pipes flowing through the
Craft. Each pipe contained a turbine, that moved air from the front, through
the craft, and out the back, and it had a nozzle that moved left to right,
as the computers gave command to it. That would push the Craft forwards in
areas that had atmosphere. Simple geomagnetics would push it around space.
"That's it. Finished. This is a crowning achievement on my part." You'd like
to think old Mike here made the Craft for the betterment of mankind, to
explore the universe, to bring peace on earth, but it was none of that. His
Uncle had bet him a case of beer he couldn't make a real UFO. "I guess I won
that bet," he thought. Walking outside, he snapped some digital photos of
the Craft. Time to get ready for flight.
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Two
"Emily!,' the girls mother yelled up the stairs. "You're going to be late
for School!" The girl was running around, at breakneck speed. She was
simultaneously brushing her teeth. She grabbed her backpack, stopping in the
kitchen and grabbed a breakfast pastry. She was out the door in no time. She
almost tripped over Oscar, her cat, and he ran off, very quickly behind the
garbage cans. "Sorry Oscar!," she yelled. Her mom yelled at her as she
scurried down the sidewalk. "Go over Mallory's after school! She has some
coupons for me!" Emily yelled back that she would, but she had a date with
Zack to go surfing. She said she'd go after that. "Ok! Have a nice day!,"
her mom yelled back, and off the girl went.
She arrived at school and found Zack near the water fountain. "We on this
evening," he asked? "Oh yeah!," she answered and smiled. The day was a blur
to her. Something about quantum physics. Tracy had gotten braces. Yada yada
yada, and finally, Lunch. She ate with Zack and listened to him go on and on
about the gnarly waves they'd have today. It wasn't that she was in love
with Zack. She loved him, sure enough. But it wasn't that deep puppy love
most teenagers get. The kind that makes your stomach flip flop and all you
want to do is spend time with the other person. They were friends, and they
were surfers. That would suffice for now.
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Three
He piloted the craft out of the Barn, and checked all the guages, one more
time. Everything was ok. He decided to give it a speed test, and go clean
out to California and back. So, he programmed his GPS to Orange County, and
took off. The hum of the Brass Sphere got louder the higher he climbed. The
turbines were making a whirring sound, as air rushed through the chamber. He
moved upwards and forwards. By this time, the electromagnetics was giving
the craft an eerie glowing green color. The turbines wined up as the craft
began to really accelerate. 125 miles per hour. 275 miles per hour. The
Computers were calculating every move ahead of time. He decided to keep it
at 300 miles per hour, just to see if the hull integrity held. "If it fails,
I'll be toast," he thought.
The Computers were doing their jobs well. He decided to try the fourth
dimensional room. He opened the door, and walked inside. He couldn't even
feel he was moving. It was a quite, peaceful place. The Monitor showed the
guages and outside, he could see the shadows of trees and mountains glide
by. He walked over to a frige and got out a soft drink. He sat down on the
Couch. Time had no meaning to him as he sat here. It was a total null, and
void section of the Cosmos. The only way he could reckon time was by the
charcoal gray monitor, that showed his speed, and position.
He could control the entire craft from the fourth dimensional room. Though
in his reckoning, he could walk through the doorway in less then 2 seconds,
he had to use 1 mile of wires to get from the outside to the inside of the
room. That 1 mile of wire was now stretched, who knew? 10 miles? 100 Miles?
10 million miles. Miles had no meaning within fourth dimensional space and
time.
Four
Emily was having a blast. She and Zack was surfing, and when they weren't
surfing, they were talking. They talked of yicky cheerleaders, and cool kids
at school. Teachers they hated and cafeteria food they didn't like. He
talked of how he hated to be towelled in the Boy's Locker Room, and she
talked of how Heather Matney had made her feel inferior as she berated her
outside of 3rd period Geometry. All in all, they were typical kids.
"Hey Em. It's getting a little late. Should we knock off?"
"I want to go out one more time." As the sun was beginning to set.
"Ok. I'm going to go load my board."
Emily paddled out and waited for a nice wave. She was straddling the board
as the waves lifted her up and down. Zack sat on top of a dune as he watched
her. A nice wave was beginning to roll up from the rear, as she crouched up
on her board. She began to roll along nicely, as the wave pushed her along.
All of a sudden, a piece of drift wood hit her board, knocking her into the
water. She clunked her head on her board, and now was floating, face down,
her life jacket keeping her afloat.
Zack went wild, yelling "Emily! Emily!" He ran up to get his board, which was
now strapped down. He fumbled to get it free, glancing over his shoulder at
Emily bobbing up and down.
Five
Michael had accelerated the craft to 1,000 miles per hour. Nothing on Earth
could catch him. He was a gliding Cheetah of electromagnetics. He could stop
as fast as he could start the craft. He slowed down over the beach in Orange
County. His grey screened monitor showing a beautiful sunset.
"I'm going to switch on the Audio and listen to the waves."
Michael switched on the Audio, which could hear a pin drop 10 miles away. He
heard a man yelling. "Emily! Emily!"
"What's this?," he asked.
He did a 180 panoramic of the beach and saw the girl, floating in the water.
She was merely a shadow on his screen. "Oh man!" he said.
He manually took over control of the craft and glided down over top of
Emily. "I have to shut the fourth dimension to get her hauled in."
He ran out of the room and shut the door. He was now gliding about 2 feet
above the water. He opened the outside door and yanked Emily up out of the
water and into his craft. "Still out," he whispered.
Once she was inside, he shut the outer door, repressurized the craft and
opened back up the fourth dimension. He dragged Emily inside and placed her
on the Couch. "Still breathing, but out cold," he said to himself.
A sensor went off inside the fourth dimensional room. "Great! Freaking Air
Force!"
His presence in the area had alerted the Air Force, who had sent out
recognizance planes to investigate. One choice missle could open his hull,
and his entire craft would implode into a rift within time and space, and he
and his new guest would never escape it. It would be a nightmare. A
continual plunge through time and space, never to escape. "I have to get out
of here!" He said.
"Where? Where to take this girl? She was now in more danger then if she had
drown. Michael thought to himself. "Time to try this space flight feature
out." He ran out of the room and double clicked an icon on the computer
monitor. The turbines shut down, and closed. The circular wheel began to
turn, and the craft lifted straight up into the sky. He was climbing at a
fast rate of speed. Two glow rods began to glow within the water tanks and
the air in the craft equalized to an earth climate. He shot out of the
atmosphere like a cork, popping up in a bathtub. Geomagnetics would take
over now.
He pilotted the craft to the dark side of the moon, and it hovered about
20,000 feet above the moon, stationary. He then sat down and looked at the
girl. "Pretty girl," he thought. "Probably an utter air head too!" He went
to a board and did some calculations. He could maintain his position here
for 250 years. He, nor she wouldn't age in fourth dimensional space and
time. They could outlast any major empire on the planet. He stood there,
gazing at his board. He then walked over to the monitor. He could hear the
girl moan, and she sat straight up. "Where am I? Is this heaven?" The man
didn't hear her for a moment, lost in his thoughts. "Well, holy crap! I
guess they were wrong." The girl interjected, " Who was wrong? Who the heck
are you!"
The man turned to her and smiled. "Oh, I guess they were wrong about the
dark side of the moon having a top secret base. Nothing down there but
blackness. See?" He pointed to the gray scaled monitor.
"Hey Mister! I hate to rain on your parade here, but who the hell are you!?"
The man walked over to her briskly and extended his hand.
"I'm Michael."
"The archangel?, she asked.
He laughed. No, I'm Michael from Newhall West Virginia, well, I moved to
English when I was in my teens.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"Well, ummmmmmmm you are, exactly no where. We are kind of in a compartment
within fourth dimensional space and time. Actually time here is a misnomer.
Time has no meaning here."
"Can you talk english please!? Where is Zack?"
"Oh. I only picked you up. You were drowning. I had to make a quick get
away. Air Force was on our tail. Could of had nasty consequences had they
blown open our hull. It's only made of aluminum sheeting."
"So, this is an airplane? Where's the windows? Why can't I see out? The
walls glow. Look, I know a few things and air plane walls do not glow!"
Michael gazed at her a moment. "Well, you're not technically in an air
plane, well, not one you see when you fly the friendly skies. You're on my
UFO."
"Your what? Man, I must of hit my head good! I'm on a UFO? The kind like
Will Smith drove in Independence Day?"
Michael laughed. "Well, not one of alien design. This is my own design. It
is highly simple to make. I made most of it from parts from my local
hardware store."
"You made a UFO? Man, I must be dreaming good. Now, where did you say I am?"
"Ummmmmmmm. You're not any where. Your caught in a causal rift in space and
time. A room I made, you know, to chill out, when I don't want to sit in my
cock pit."
"You mean you're like a Time Lord? A Doctor Who?"
Michael laughed again, and slapped his leg at the thought of being called
Doctor Who.
"Ok. Let me explain it to you from the beginning. I'll try to make it
simple. Wait. It may be best If I just show you."
She got up and walked to the doorway with him. They stepped through and they
were both in the cramped compartment of the cockpit. "Computers? You used
Personal Computers in your UFO?" He laughed again.
"See. We walked through that opening and it felt like to us like it only
took mere seconds to make it through. Actually, if we could reckon our
distance in miles, we just traversed, well, I actually don't know the exact
distance, but you can bet the Farm it was a long way. I'm thinking maybe
thousands and thousands of miles."
"Oh my goodness!," She exclaimed. "What is that wooden wheel?"
"Oh, that is the lift compartment. It's totally electromagnetic. I had to
use a substance that wouldn't magnetize. I choose wood."
"Mister, where in the world is the gerbil?" She walked around to the front."
"So, where are we now?"
"Well, here time has meaning, so to give our exact location, I have to say
we are orbiting stationary above the dark side of the moon. See the
grayscale monitor? You can see the dividing line between the light side and
dark side. We're actually not moving at all."
"Whoa," she whispered.
Six
Zack was very animated to the police officer who investigated the report of
a missing girl. He didn't know what to make of the sandy brown hair guy,
almost jumping up and down. "I swear officer! A ufo took my girlfriend and
took her up into space."
The officer looked up in the sky. "How much have you smoked today son?"
"Nothing! I don't do drugs. I swear, my girlfriend was surfing and she hit
her head. A UFO swooped down and took her."
"Ok son. Calm down. Do you think she actually drown and you just imagined a
flying saucer? I do know of people concoting imaginary events to help them
deal with a traumatic situation.'
Zack was pacing back and forth now. "Look. I don't do drugs. I don't drink.
I haven't done anything today illegal. I was surfing with my girlfriend. She
went down into the surf. She was floating, face down. A glowing disc came
out of the sky, and hovered near her. The disc then went straight up into
the sky, above the clouds and was gone."
The officer didn't know what to make of this, but the kid, despite his
hysterics seemed credible. "How will I call in this report? he thought. "Ok,
son. I suggest you go home, and wait to see if the girl turns up. Perhaps
what you saw was a sun flash on your sun glasses, and she really swam off to
another part of the beach. I'm sure she'll turn up."
Zack looked frustrated. "I know you don't believe me. I need to tell Emily's
family."
"Ok, you go do that. And trust me when I say, there are no little green men
from Mars that took your girlfriend. You probably just saw a flash from the
sun in your glasses."
Zack ran up to his mini-suv and sat there a moment. He looked up into the
sky, and then started the car. "I know what I saw, he thought.
Off he drove to her house, as fast as he could. The officer walked up to his
cruiser. "Crazy kids.., he whispered.
Seven
"How's your head? Asked Michael.
"Oh, it's ok. A dull pain. So, if I'm not really dreaming this, how long can
we stay in space? "
"Well, if our hull is never breached, we can stay up here, in the fourth
dimensional room 250 years."
"Oh my goodness! Hey, I can't stay here that long. I need to get home."
"Well, we need to lay low for a while. Those jet fighters will be out there,
and they will gun for us. They'll think we are an alien threat. Let's lay
low at my house for a while, til I figure out how to get you home."
He walked over to his control panel and clicked an icon that said home. The
craft began to glide silently back towards the earth. "There's our planet,"
he pointed to the grayscale screen.
Emily sat down, and even though the Earth wasn't in color, it was still
magnificient to look at. She could see the outlines of what she thought was
satellites. "Are those satellites?" "Yes, he replied. The craft stopped over
West Virginia and plunged straight down, into the atmosphere. They descended
pretty quickly and the craft came down over top his farm. It stopped about 4
foot above the ground and he piloted it into the barn.
"We have to shut the fourth dimensional door. We can't have it open and open
our hull. Remember that neverending descent I told you about? You don't want
to be caught up in a
time vortex."
He shut the door. and powered off the craft. The brass sphere still hummed
as the outer doors opened.
"Man, you weren't lying!" She got out and ran her fingers over the aluminum
skin. It was cool to the touch.
"So, why did you build this? You going to sell it to the government?"
"hmmm no. They have their own UFO Tech. I'm sure theirs is different from
mine, but they work on the same principle."
"So, how far could we of went in space? I bet far, huh?"
"Well, I didn't calculate it, but I'm fairly confident we could of went
beyond the Kuiper Belt. I haven't fitted the craft with high tech sensors,
so I'm pretty sure we could of gotten lost, like forever. I'm still in my
testing period. I only got it flying two days ago."
"Well, in case I didn't thank you; thank you. You saved me. I need to call
Zack and tell him I'm ok."
Michael furrowed his brow. "I don't think that's such a good idea at this
point. We kind of had a whole beach full of people see me rescue you. I'm
sure the authorities know you've been taken by me. It's not that I don't
want to take you home, but I have to get my story straight with you."
"No worries. I'll just hang out here in West Virginia for a few hours. Now,
why did you create this thing for?"
"I'd like to say it was for the betterment of mankind, or to help mankind
progress into a golden age of enlightenment, but mainly my Uncle bet me a
case of beer I couldn't create one. I guess I need to collect on that beer."
"Yeah, Emily replied.
(More of this story coming later)
Luke Nichols
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