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In 1953 an alien artifact was found next to a UFO that crashed near Kingman, Arizona. The captain overseeing the recovery felt the device was more important than the craft itself and hid it on his person. Jump ahead to present time and he is a retired general, dying of cancer. He is concerned because he has been reading about abductees who, under hypnosis, have reveled that the aliens are about to make their presence known. The general sees this as a threat to humanity and takes the device to the President. The President is equally concerned that this is not only a threat to our national security but to all of humanity and commissions a colonel to put together a team of scientists to get the device activated so we can discover what the aliens are up to. Colonel Mitchell’s face paled as he stared into the briefcase the President had just opened. The President’s voice seemed to fade into the background as Mitchell became mesmerized by what he saw. The President forcefully cleared his throat to get Mitchell’s attention. “Colonel…there are only three people on this planet who know that thing you, the retired general who found it back in 1953, and me. As I explained earlier, the general, who’s dying of cancer, brought that to me only two days ago. After he told me his story, I immediately began the search for the best person I could find to head up an investigating team. You’re that person. “I believe that device you’re looking at is a key, not only to our national security but, perhaps, to the survival of humanity as we know it. I want you to know, I will bring to bear all the powers of the President’s office to help you with this project. You have carte blanche to assemble the best team you can to unlock the secrets hidden in that device. Of course, security will be of utmost importance; I don’t want to set off a world-wide panic. Do you understand what I’m saying, Colonel?” When Mitchell looked up, the President’s eyes were bearing down on him. Mitchell hadn’t taken a