Blurred Vision by Chris Botragyi

Author:Chris Botragyi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Britain’s Next Bestseller

Chapter 6:

Interview with an Alien – The General’s Story

THE room was dark, but for the bright spotlight and red dot that glowed from the video camera. The camera’s metal tripod cut an imposing figure as it stood dominantly proud in the corner. A basic brown wooden desk took centre stage in the room. Thick cigarette smoke swirled in the air – its dance mesmerising to the grey being that sat on one side of the desk. Several military personnel, including scientists and doctors, muttered amongst themselves. They all stared, intrigued, through the four-foot wide rectangular one-way mirror that adorned the wall opposite the desk. Three silhouettes sat guarded.

‘My name is General James F. Hargreaves, and for the benefit of the camera’s audio it is 11.49 a.m. Wednesday 24 th September. Sat to my left is the head of the Theoretical Physics Department, Dr. Steven Hatfield.’ The General gestured towards his young blond-haired colleague. Hatfield in turn nodded his acknowledgement as he gazed at the large black oval eyes before him. ‘I suppose the first question would be to ask where you are from?’ said Hargreaves in a deep, yet upbeat husk.

The alien being cocked its large round head to one side. Its leathery skin seemed to wrinkle, then tighten momentarily.

Hargreaves shook his head sharply as though regaining focus. ‘So, I have just established that you can communicate by telepathy, which is astounding.’ He took off his hat and placed it carefully on the table in front of him, desperate to avoid any contact with whatever dust lay on the formica surface. ‘For the record though, can we please all speak out aloud? Thank you.’

The alien looked at Hargreaves. A blank, emotionless stare drank in the General’s solid build that betrayed his years. The only giveaway were the ageing lines in the rough skin that framed his square jaw. His cropped, receding silver hair sprouted like prickles over his head.

Again, the alien leant its head to one side. ‘It is irrelevant where I am from, but let me ask you: where are we?’ it said in a vibrating humanoid tone. It looked around the smoky room cautiously. ‘I can’t tell as you all blank your thoughts around me when entering this structure.’

Hatfield couldn’t work out if the alien was looking around in curiosity or fear, though he suspected it was more likely the former. The Doctor sat hunched, his soft clean fingers intertwined in front of him. He was fascinated as he gazed at the way the alien’s skin breathed, looking smooth yet slightly wrinkled.

‘I see that you are as curious to my appearance, as am I to yours, Dr. Hatfield,’ said the alien as it turned its heavy head towards the doctor.

Hatfield shifted his slim body uneasily in the collapsible metal chair. He seemed hypnotised by the alien’s eyes; they reminded him of hard black onyx stones.

Hargreaves coughed into his thick fist as he interrupted, sensing that the interview was rapidly falling apart. ‘Well, we are at Groom Dry Lake Air Force Base, Nevada.

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