My Grandfather used to work at Los Alamos. He told me, and I don’t know whether to believe him or not, that they received a strange sample in the lab one day. It came in by Air Force courier, but no one would tell them where it came from. My grandfather says he asked, but he could also never find out what happened to the people who found the sample.
It was hot as hell! Nuclear hot, I mean. It came in a lead container about six inches thick, and it still set the Geiger counter’s hearts aflutter. This from a sample that was barely visible to the naked eye.
A side note—my grandfather says he met Hans Geiger just after the war, when the US secret service trying to locate all the scientists who knew anything about nuclear physics. This was a couple months after the War ended, and Geiger was on his death bed, and, still a loyal Nazi, he refused to talk about anything. Or maybe he couldn’t talk because he was so ill.
Anyway, they had a hell of a time analyzing this sample. Remember, they didn’t have robotic manipulators in those days. But somehow they got their hands on an electron microscope (or maybe it wasn’t that hard since the government was ramping up the cold war at the time), and they did manage to figure out a way for remote viewing of the sample.
Something about creating a protected room, with a remote controlled drill, and a kind of conveyor contraption that let the electron microscope get a view of the sample through the hole in the lead container. Afterwards, everything in that room was treated as hazardous waste. I don’t know whether it’s related, but my Grandfather died of some kind of cancer, in 1966, not long after he told me this story.
Here’s the strangest part. He says that they saw a really weird thing through the electron microscope—well, via the microscope. The material in the sample was behaving in a very strange way. The molecules of whatever it was (they never did identify the material, before it was taken away), seemed to be moving in very unusual ways. It looked as if, he said, they were moving in a conscious way, with a deliberate purpose in their movements.
In addition, they could identify unusual “structures” in the sample. It was as if a human had managed to develop a way to force the atomic-level material into buildings or houses. That’s what he said, anyway.
After they figured this out, he says that the sample was removed, in the dead of night one night, and he never saw it or heard of it again. He was also “asked” to sign some kind of form promising never to divulge what he had seen. I guess he figured since he was about to die, there was little they could do to enforce that “agreement” by that time.
Although, there was another weird thing. After my Grandfather died, my family got a visit by some serious looking men in those clicheed black suits. They talked to my father for a while, locked in his study. Then they went away, and my father never spoke about it, again.
Anyway, when I grew older, I became a kind of amateur military historian, trying to dig up as much secret information as I could. I saw that a few years after these events supposedly occurred, the Air Force built the Cheyenne Mountain Operations Center (CMOC), deep beneath the solid granite of Cheyenne Mountain.
Supposedly CMOC was a command center for protected operations in the event of a nuclear war. It’s reputedly capable of withstanding up to a 30 megaton blast. They hollowed out miles of tunnels and caves in that mountain.
I always wondered if they could also have been using that place to hide things deep inside. Things that might be really dangerous if word got out about them.
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