Laissez-faire, not another name for chaos

“The next generation of computers are coming – and they’re like nothing we’ve seen before. Scientists are turning away from silicon chips and are instead using living systems to build machines that look set to change the world forever. The new biohackers speak in the language of cells and DNA, and they are asking some of the most important questions in modern science. What will computers look like in 20 years’ time? Is it possible to harness the immense power of biology for the purpose of computation? Should we even try?”

Martyn Amos

Date:               Thursday, February 23, 2017

Time:              1757 hours

 Location:        Suite 2702 Trump International Hotel

                        Honolulu, Hawaii, USA

‘The question that needs asking at this point is; “Is Evan telling the truth about his alien encounter or not?” I think it influences any sense of obligation you might feel towards this perceived legacy he’s left you.’

‘I disagree completely,’ said Julius. ‘Whether you or I believe his story or not is not the point. The fact is, that when I heard the story on the plane, I totally believed it at that time. That’s the state of mind I was in when I theorized where the solution to Armageddon might be hidden, which then led me to discover the catalyst technology that eventually brings about the end.’

‘That’s a good point,’ Mel conceded. ‘I tell you truthfully, ever since you told me the story of how Con Sanchos quashed media and military interest with his raincoat and gum boots, and having personally witnessed the photo of him dressed like that, I’m starting to really believe.’

‘I’m saying we proceed here as if the encounter was real,’ said Julius. ‘In that way, you’ll be in the same state of mind as I was, and we can at least see where this leads to.’

‘I can readily accept the premise for now,’ said Mel. ‘I reserve the right to change my mind though.’

‘You know, Evan really struggled with some of the re-telling of events,’ said Julius. ‘If it’s a lie, it’s the most elaborate fabrication since the Bible.’

Julius was smiling. Mel feigned a filthy look and continued, ignoring the barb.

‘Just playing the Devil’s advocate here, but the supposed subliminally implanted pain and punishment that Evan experienced,’ asked Mel. ‘Wouldn’t that also have been brought on by the actual flight and lower cabin pressure considering his medical condition?’

‘But he could control his pain with alcohol. Every time the pain got too great, he had a drink and the pain would diminish,’ said Julius in Evan’s defense.

‘Still, the more he drank, the worse he got. Correct?’

‘Yes, but why did he feel this desperate need to talk to me?’ countered Julius. ‘Why throw your life away unless you genuinely have something incredibly important to get off your chest?’

‘We may never know, but the fact that he was in Roswell in 1947, and that he knew the actual Sanchos family well, is slowly beginning to make me think that this whole story of Evan’s might actually be true,’ said Mel.

‘Let’s move on,’ said Julius wanting to break with the stagnant thinking at the moment.

‘Agreed. So we develop some type of supercomputer, does it matter what type or how it works or anything?’ asked Mel.

‘What Evan and I discussed on the plane were personal biological quantum supercomputers. By chance, I read on the flight over to Australia, an article on that exact subject. It claimed that three trillion computers of laptop size today will fit into a drop of water in the future. Computers will be operating within us, able to manage every individual cell in our bodies. Evan told me as we were discussing the subject, that he realized as I was speaking, that I had described something he had envisioned nearly 70 years before.’

‘What did he see exactly?’

‘I can’t really say, but he asked if they could be built inside us or even grown inside us?’

‘And can they?’

‘The experts are saying that’s exactly what and how they’ll work.’

‘Did he say anything else?’

‘Evan asked if they could be injected or seeded and directly connected to our brains.’

‘And?’

‘Purely conjecture at this stage, but it seems possible by what I’ve read.’

‘Come on, don’t make me have to drag it out of you, what else did he say?’

Julius loved Mel’s tenacious attitude towards stuff. He realized, only for the first time, that she was his perfect side-kick.

‘Okay, okay, settle down. Give me a moment, I have to recall what he said.’

‘Seriously, they better invent these supercomputers pretty damn soon if there is to be any hope for you,’ quipped Mel.

‘He said something about these computers being more than just connected to our brains, but also to the internet. And then he added something about being connected to each other somehow, like a collective database or collective memory.’

‘And?’

‘I suggested a “collective cloud”, and Evan said I was exactly right,’ said Julius. ‘Evan told me that what I had spoken about was exactly what he envisioned from the alien’s telepathic projections but could not possibly understand in 1947. They live in a collective cloud.’

‘Nanotechnology like what you describe is almost certainly on the way Julius. What I don’t understand is why Evan didn’t put two and two together himself?’

‘Evan was completely consumed by the events of 1947. He wasn’t able to step outside his own experiences and see them for what they were. In the same way that I couldn’t figure out the UFO phenomenon without an outside inexpert perspective, Evan couldn’t relate the telepathic communicated imagery projected by the aliens to unfolding technology on Earth. Evan was looking under pyramids and digging up ancient ruins. He wasn’t looking in the right direction.’

‘Okay, we have supercomputers, and we connect to each other like never before. So what? How does this end the world?’

Mel realized that Julius needed to be driven.

‘Well, everything that is learned by the individual is inter-connected to the wider community. The rate of learning is absolutely fantastic. We almost immediately reach a computational capacity beyond imagination,’ said Julius thinking aloud. ‘This unprecedented computational capability and connectivity sees technology advance like never before. Everything that can be learned scientifically and analytically, short of things requiring us leaving the planet to discover, becomes known to us in a very short time.’

‘Sounds wonderful,’ said Mel. ‘A cure for all diseases, an answer to everything.’

‘Yes, Evan described it as a “Utopian society”.’

‘Is there significance to the “Utopian” element of Evan’s vision?’

Julius spoke his thoughts out loud again for Mel’s benefit.

‘We eliminate more than just disease. We end poverty, inequality and discrimination. The sick and disabled are cured, and we live . . . well, possibly we become immortal.’

‘Did Evan say we would live forever?’

‘No, but he said that the aliens were extremely old, and age didn’t matter. They wanted to survive until the universe eventually collapsed back into a single point. At that stage, all surviving intelligent life would unite to become a single evolving composite entity. God. God to the next universe as the whole process repeats.’

‘God is a composite entity that survived the previous universe?’ Mel posed the question rhetorically. ‘Not a “He”, or a “She”, God is a “They”. They are a being, or entity, that is still evolving?’

‘Not only are They still evolving,’ offered Julius. ‘If we accept the premise of time being eternal, it’s likely that our God is at the near bottom of the evolutionary ladder.’

‘Now there’s a thought to make one feel insignificant. We’re getting too far ahead of ourselves,’ suggested Mel wanting to get back on track. ‘What else would happen with the advent of this new technology?’

‘Equality. We all become equals. With everything known, and everything shared, we’re all equal.’

‘What else?’

‘We develop technologies that can destroy the world,’ said Julius. ‘Evan made a very clear distinction. He said that it was not the advent of the new technology that would ultimately destroy us. What it does is it brings the opportunity for us to destroy ourselves.’

‘Something like an all-out World War III between ideologies?’ suggested Mel.

‘No. Something we couldn’t stop, diplomacy wasn’t an issue,’ said Julius. ‘Evan described a world where every person on it held the technological capacity to destroy not only the planet, but our entire solar system.’

‘Something like that in the hands of fanatics like ISIS would be impossible to imagine,’ offered Mel. ‘What else is significant with the advent of this technology?’

‘We’re finally able to find the solution to Armageddon,’ said Julius. ‘I’m not exactly sure, but the technological edge we get from the massive increase in computational power enables us to see something that aliens left here a very long time ago.’

‘This is the solution you originally thought might be in the Bible, and then later you thought was hidden in our DNA. Is that correct?’

‘We can’t definitively know where the solution is until the technology arrives that allows us to see it,’ said Julius. ‘But, I suspect we have two very likely candidates for potential hiding places. Evan actually seemed sure it was hidden in our DNA somehow, but I’m more inclined to believe that they hid it within one of the tools of their counter-intervention.’

‘There is something I don’t understand,’ said Mel. ‘How can we all be equal? The rich won’t give up their wealth will they? Some countries would have valuable natural resources enriching their population. Will “The Colonel” finally give up his famous secret recipe? Wouldn’t equality involve the equal distribution of wealth in every facet?’

‘Of course,’ said Julius. ‘You’re a genius! The Utopian society would have no need for government or laws like copyrights and patents. There’d be no borders and no restrictions by government. In a relatively short time, wealth would be distributed almost perfectly evenly. Every single human would be perfectly equally capable of doing virtually everything. Our economy would become laisse-faire.’

‘Laissez-faire,’ said Mel. ‘Isn’t that just a fancy name for chaos?’

Religions predict Armageddon

‘Where does religion fit into all this?’ asked Mel. ‘So far I haven’t heard a great deal that would cause conflict between our differing ideologies. Let’s run through the issue, give it a bit of a stir, and see what floats to the top?’

‘Sounds like a plan,’ said Julius. ‘The aliens that arrived 600,000 years ago, the Grays, substantially intervened in our development. More than just the witnessing of this alien culture using tools and technology, early man traded and labored for them. According to Evan, the Grays also genetically enhanced us to be more like them.’

‘I’m thinking it sounds a bit like an “In His Image” type analogy,’ said Mel.

‘For some reason, that enhancement combined with the repercussions of early contact somehow potentially interfere with, or restrict, our ability to implement the solution to Armageddon successfully.’

‘So, you believe that religion has been put in place to counter the influence of the Grays?’ questioned Mel.

‘Evan actually came to that exact same conclusion long before I did. However, he kept his theory from me until I’d arrived at the same final conclusion without the influence of his preconceived ideas. It makes sense, particularly given the timing.’

‘Is it because Evan told you that the aliens left Earth roughly 2,000 years ago that you believe Jesus was an alien?’ asked Mel a little cynically.

‘I never actually said that,’ Julius corrected. ‘What I said was that they possibly knew Jesus, and may have possibly inspired or created him.’

‘I’ll concede that one, but if the second coming of Christ turns up an alien, a lot of people will sure be surprised and disappointed,’ said Mel grinning. ‘But you do believe that religion is some sort of catch-up lesson, to make up for the evolutionary classes we skipped. Correct?’

‘Exactly.’

‘Wouldn’t they have been better off just letting us face whatever we needed to face and therefore learn what we needed to learn along the way? The solution would still be there when we needed it.’

‘Unless,’ said Julius. ‘Unless they knew we had no hope of even reaching the Armageddon event. Maybe, because our mastery over technology is so great, that a society without moral guidance would certainly self-destruct, even before reaching Armageddon. They might’ve witnessed a similar scenario on other worlds before they decided upon a non-intervention policy.’

‘So, what you’re saying is that the counter-intervention devised by the aliens hasn’t failed at all,’ Mel offered. ‘Their strategy was to get us to the point of Armageddon so that we at least had the opportunity to find and implement their solution?’

Julius had surely met his match.

Mel continued. ‘Maybe there’s more to it than just surviving up to the point of Armageddon. Maybe we are meant to also be on some sort of development field trip?’

Julius considered what Evan had revealed to him on the plane. Evan, in the process of losing his faith, had believed the alien counter-intervention had failed. However, it was never meant to create a perfect society. Its main purpose was to give us the opportunity to actually get to the end of the “physical age”. Given just how close we are to the reality of biological supercomputers, and that the world seems to have averted self-destruction for now, the alien counter-intervention seems to have been entirely successful.

‘Darling girl,’ said Julius finally emerging from his thoughts. ‘I think you’re 100 percent correct. Evan and I both wrongly assumed that a world in turmoil and full of injustice was proof that the alien strategy was failing. It isn’t. They’ve kept us relatively safe and also set us on a radically steepened learning curve so that we’re better prepared when we finally face this foreboding Armageddon event.’

‘What’d you just call me?

Alien intervention in our human destiny

‘Well,’ said Mel happy to continue in the driver’s seat. ‘We’ve an alien counter-intervention strategy that’s in place and working. Correct?’

‘I think so,’ answered Julius. ‘Yes.’

‘We know that the catalyst technology will be the advent of biological quantum supercomputers,’ said Mel.

‘Agreed.’

‘Only when the technology arrives are we able to see the solution,’ said Mel. ‘Are we still on the same page?’

Julius’s thoughts had carried him off somewhere.

‘We’re not,’ Julius said suddenly out of the blue.

‘I’m listening . . .’

‘That’s the path Evan and I were on when we discussed this on the plane. We need to choose a different path. I want to know what Armageddon is,’ said Julius. ‘I want to know what it is and also find the solution.’

‘How do you propose to do that if you don’t have a biological supercomputer with a capacity of three trillion of today’s computers at your disposal?’

Julius considered the dilemma presented by Mel for a while before responding.

‘The aliens left two very big clues,’ said Julius. ‘I’m only now beginning to understand their significance.’

‘Well, come on. Fill me in?’

‘Evan told me that the aliens feared us. He assumed that what they feared was our potential to ignite Armageddon before they left our solar system and getting caught up in the destruction.’

‘You told me that with the slowing of time aboard the Space City, it seemed possible that they may take a while to finish their work,’ said Mel pensively. ‘But that wouldn’t be the reason because any time they wanted to they could have left the Sun’s orbit. The Sun’s purpose was to allow them to slow time whilst staying in the vicinity. If they left our solar system 70 years ago, what are they fearing?’

‘Exactly!’ said Julius. ‘The other thing Evan said that I can’t understand is that when we discover the solution to Armageddon, not all of us will accept it.’

‘Faced with a choice of certain death or a Utopian immortal existence filled with the prospect of not only exploration of the galaxy, but also of discovery of the spiritual age, the supposedly next exciting stage of evolution . . . that shouldn’t be a difficult choice.’

‘You wouldn’t imagine so,’ said Julius. ‘But for some reason there’ll be many who refuse. Why?’

‘Those are two good clues,’ commented Mel. ‘Where to next Caesar?’

‘Let’s see if we can get some idea as to what sort of catastrophe Armageddon might be?’ suggested Julius.

‘How?’

‘We can always google it?’

‘That’s why you’re the boss.’

An apocalyptic alien future

‘How many you got?’ asked Julius.

‘Twenty-five. You?’

‘Not twenty-five. What did you google??’

‘A few different things. My most interesting result came from “Future technology that can destroy mankind”,’ said Mel. ‘My favorite way to go is the ever-consuming Nano-goo.’

‘Sounds messy.’

‘This exercise is getting us nowhere,’ suggested Mel. ‘You told me that Evan destroyed the world over and over thousands of times in his head without getting anywhere. Aren’t we making exactly the same mistake?’

‘Possibly. Let’s put our heads together and see what we come up with.’

‘What did you find?’ asked Mel.

‘Well, I concentrated mainly on end of world scenarios that could be carried out by an individual. I was searching for space and energy technology that might fit the bill. For example, did you realize that we now have the capacity to create a mini black hole?’

‘With so much mass around here to feed it, I imagine that it’d get pretty well fed awfully quickly,’ said Mel patting Julius’s less than six pack belly. ‘What else did you discover?’

‘Antimatter,’ said Julius. ‘Just a golf ball size of antimatter could power every space flight to date.’

‘And where do we get that from?’

‘It comes from perfectly colliding electrons and protons. The antimatter is captured by a magnetic field and stored. Once we discover how to collide the elements accurately, you could theoretically sit in the back yard and gather anti-matter while you work on your tan.’

‘Mine might not be so specific to the brief,’ said Mel, ‘but if we ever write a blockbuster catastrophe movie, we definitely use the goo. Okay?’

‘I think it’s already been done.’

‘Have you noticed that most of these potential threats to our existence are all pointing to the same thing?’ asked Mel.

‘No, what do you mean?’

‘Well, when you check through customs these days, despite their best efforts, it isn’t hard to see how someone clever can sneak something through. With these new technologies, we’ll need to be a thousand times more vigilant. Not only that, what about the home-grown threats? How the hell is the government going to keep track of what happens on our own soil let alone somewhere isolated in the world like the middle of Australia. Will we end up needing a police state in order to control these technological threats?’

‘You’ve done it again darling,’ said Julius only too aware of his use of the “D” word again. It had the desired effect, Mel’s face lit up.

‘At a time we need government the most, it won’t exist. We’ll be in a limbo state in-between government and a laissez-faire world with freedom only tempered by efficient market driven solutions,’ said Julius. ‘The free market will need time before it can plug the gaps left by the sudden exit of government. This “gap” is the window of opportunity for Armageddon.’

‘Chaos, right?’

‘Exactly right.’

Chaos is not the same as laissez-faire

‘Explain to me why there has to be chaos?’

Julius’s economic credentials were highly regarded, but a “laissez-faire” type of economy had only ever been theorized about, there had never been a truly market only driven economy in recorded history.

‘First of all, you need to understand that chaos isn’t what really happens in the long term,’ said Julius. ‘Chaos will occur only while the economy and society adjust. However, eventually, market forces will secure solutions to every need according to the priority of the individual, and it’s up to the individual to choose which needs they attend with their basket of wealth and labor.

‘Armageddon’s “fully interconnected” society would be able to maximize their return on every resource including labor. If the return on their labor after allowances for travel and any other costs were one cent higher per year in a position elsewhere, they’d know about it and move their employment to the higher income. The first thing that would happen is that all incomes would start to level out, right across the world.

‘Many jobs would disappear immediately. School teachers, for example, would not be needed if we simply need to program our child’s education when they are ready. War would become something we no longer fear, borders would disappear, government would rapidly dissolve into nothing.

‘The private sector takes over next. Every single citizen on Earth plugged into the technology would become an entrepreneur able to maximize return for their efforts. With the efficiency afforded by perfect knowledge, combined with productivity gains from advanced technology, extremely high standards of living will be attained by all those connected.’

‘What happens if you choose not to connect?’ asked Mel.

‘Your economic value would be virtually worthless or even negative. It would be an immensely confusing time for you. In comparison to the people around you, it would seem you have the intellectual capacity of a kitten,’ said Julius. ‘In your case, cute and cuddly, but not something that could compete in the marketplace.’

‘What about laboring jobs? Somebody still has to do them don’t they?’ asked Mel.

‘Imagine “plugged in” carpenter Joe about to hammer in a single nail. The enhanced carpenter knows exactly the position the nail must enter without plans or direction for maximum performance. He knows the timber he is working with has only dried for “X” amount of days and develops minimal movement if a certain type of nail is used, at a certain angle, at a certain distance from the edge. He knows exactly his stock of nails, tools and what labor is about to assist if needed. The weather influences his decisions so that humidity and rain minimally impact his performance and quality of work. Not only does he get to the job exactly when he needs to be there, he is also never there if there is no work to be done. Construction costs are minimized. The owner of the construction knows exactly where that single nail is placed and that it’s exactly where it should be, maximizing his property value and longevity.

‘Or, you could employ “unplugged” carpenter Joe. Where the hell is Joe anyway? Has he put the nail in place or not? Did he use the right nail, and did he let them know the job was done? Everything comes to a halt until we know what the hell Joe did with one nail.’

‘Seriously?’ asked Mel. ‘Is that type of efficiency possible?’

‘Possible and probable,’ said Julius. ‘Unplugged Joe would have enormous difficulty just getting to his work site and probably get there early or late, while the plugged-in version knows exactly the most efficient way to get there and arrives at exactly the moment he’s needed. He knows where traffic is at all times, what alternatives are open to him, and what route to optimally choose. He might recalculate his optimum transport alternative thousands of times per second just to ensure he operates as efficiently as possible.’

Mel took a moment to absorb what Julius had told her.

‘You wouldn’t stand a chance unless you were plugged-in would you? Even to pick an apple off a tree in an orchard, the unplugged picker has vastly inferior value to the plugged-in version. The grower would know in advance the quantity and quality of every single apple coming in,’ said Mel totally getting the idea.

‘You got the picture perfectly,’ said Julius.

‘Okay, but that’s not chaos, that’s perfect utilization of resources,’ Mel said to reinforce her understanding to Julius. ‘So, chaos is a transitional element in the taking up of the laissez-faire economic reality.’

‘The ultimate free market!’ said Julius. ‘There’s no room at all for government bureaucracy. The market will find a more efficient way to work around it. Government won’t be wanted, or needed. The end of government altogether.’

‘Then who’ll stop all the threats to the world from the emerging technologies in the period between government and laissez-faire?’

‘Nobody. That my darling, is Armageddon revealed.’

Roswell warns of biological supercomputers

‘You’re right you know,’ said Mel. ‘Whether you believe Evan’s story about the Roswell incident or not, the fact is that biological supercomputers are on their way. These supercomputers will revolutionize every aspect of our lives and super-empower the individual.

‘The free market will offer the most efficient delivery of everything, all government will disappear. The creation of destructive new technologies will go unfettered. The world will be destroyed by some individual who got jilted by their lover and can’t deal with it.’

‘I’m not sure I agree with every aspect of your prognosis, but basically you have it,’ said Julius.

‘Can we stop it?’

‘If we’re to believe Evan’s story, no,’ said Julius. ‘Even if we don’t believe Evan’s story, I don’t believe we can stop personal quantum supercomputer technology from eventually arriving, and I’m certain that its impact will be to create true equality. The only economic result possible is an eventual laisse-faire existence.

‘A functioning laisse-faire economic system would be able to respond to the market driven demand to find a solution . . . eventually. There won’t be time though. It’s clearly the chaotic transition period between economic systems that must be the time of Armageddon.’

‘Do you think the alien solution might involve the enforcement of a totalitarian state where the individual must give up their freedom?’ asked Mel.

‘I very much doubt that that would work, but it’s a possibility.’

‘Then where to next Sherlock?’ Mel was confident Julius would know how to proceed from here.

‘I’m really disappointed with that question Watson. I thought the next step would be obvious, even to you,’ said Julius with an attempt at an English accent. A very bad attempt. ‘We find the solution to Armageddon of course.’

‘You’re right of course,’ said Mel. ‘We still haven’t figured out why the aliens fear us.’

‘And we haven’t figured out why many will reject the solution either.’ said Julius. ‘We have a considerable way to go just yet.’

‘Really?’ asked Mel sheepishly. ‘I had other ideas . . . actually?’

‘No, I don’t want to visit Evan until we have this entire thing worked out,’ said Julius deep in thought. ‘I feel like the solution is staring me in the face.’

Mel was doing a bit of staring at Julius of her own. She decided to give up on that idea.

‘Julius, it’s nearly 7.30. Don’t you think we should head back over to the hospital before it gets too late?’

Majestic 12’s involvement with the Roswell witness

Date:               Thursday, February 23, 2017

Time:              1952 hours

Location:        Kaiser Permanente Moanalua Medical Center

                        Honolulu, Hawaii, USA

‘Sorry we’re so late getting back Evan,’ said Mel as she and Julius walked back into Evan’s room. Evan had been dosing, but became immediately alert as soon as he became aware of their approach. ‘Julius has been filling me in on stuff. It’s an incredible story . . . I love it! How much of it is the truth though?’

Julius gave Mel a stern angry look.

‘It’s a fair question Julius!!’

Evan wasn’t fazed by the question at all. He smiled warmly at Mel as she sat on the couch next to Julius.

‘It is a fair question,’ conceded Evan. ‘The answer to your question is that not everything I’ve told you is entirely true, but I’ll need to finish telling you about what we were talking about earlier before you can appreciate my position.’

‘Did aliens crash at Roswell?’ persisted Mel not daring to look in Julius’s direction.

‘Let me finish telling you about my experiences with Majestic 12, and then I’ll tell you as much as you want to know, or you may not want to know.’

‘Continue please Evan,’ said Julius holding Mel’s arm in such a way that she would realize that he did not think it a good idea to push too hard. ‘I’m confident you know what you’re doing.’

Mel shot a frustrated glance at Julius but he ignored it.

‘Gordon Graham was the heavyweight for my confrontation with Majestic 12, and it was clearly his job to push the agenda hard. They were doing the “good cop, bad cop” routine, but I was on to them. Having fallen for one of their clever traps before, I wasn’t about to fall for another . . . or so I thought. Lance Beckner kept interrupting, trying to make Gordon soften his stance.

‘I’m no push-over,’ continued Evan. ‘I didn’t give them anything. Lance was staying in my hotel so he made sure I knew how to contact him. I told the meeting that I would need to think through what they have told me, and Lance would have my decision, and likely cooperation, in the morning.

‘By the time I got out of that confrontation with the Majestic 12 trio, I’d been given a very clear ultimatum,’ said Evan. ‘Tell them everything I know, or face a general court martial with dishonorable discharge, loss of veteran’s benefits, criminal charges and jail. The “unspoken” threat was far worse. I left that restaurant fearing for my life. I had overnight to consider my position. If I refused to cooperate, I’d be arrested and charged immediately.’

N.I.C.A.P. treachery 

Date:               Tuesday, August 29, 1961

Time:              1645 hours

 Location:        National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena (NICAP)

                        Downtown Washington D.C., USA

‘I didn’t expect to see you again.’ Even though the normal white collar day was not yet at an end, Sydney Borne was alone in the small but prestigious NICAP offices. ‘Come in Captain. How did your meeting go?’

‘Sorry to come in unannounced,’ said Evan. ‘Not well. Do you have some time to talk?’

‘Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable. Let me just lock up the office so we won’t be disturbed. Coffee?’

‘No thanks.’ Evan was grateful that Sydney was locking the doors, his nerves were on edge.

After a few minutes, Sydney returned to his office and sat down. He was holding a freshly made cup of coffee. ‘Sure you don’t want one?’

‘Mr. Borne . . .’

‘It’s Sydney.’

‘Sydney, I’m not sure where to turn. I’ve been threatened by Majestic 12, and I’m not sure what I should do. What I can do,’ said Evan in a highly flustered state.

‘What do you hope to get from me?’

Evan thought for a moment. ‘A way out of this mess.’

‘I’m not sure what I can do to help you Evan. If I don’t understand the problem, how can I give you advice,’ said Sydney. ‘Everything you tell me is off the record. You can trust me Captain. But you’ll have to give me some background if I’m to be any use to you at all.’

Evan didn’t speak for some time as he thought about the best way to approach this situation. He was panicked and fearful. Sydney’s eyes never left Evan the entire time . . . except for the briefest of moments. Not brief enough. Evan realized they were not alone. Somebody was lurking in the shadows of the hall behind him. He had fallen for yet another of Majestic 12’s well-conceived traps.

‘Everything is completely confidential right? Completely off the record?’ asked Evan, trying to stall for time to think.

‘Of course, as I told you, you can trust me Captain,’ said a smiling Sydney Borne. The smile was too friendly . . . way too friendly to be genuine.

‘Okay Sydney, thanks, I really appreciate having someone to confide in . . . someone I can trust.’ said Evan in his most sincere tone. It was time to set a trap of his own. ‘I have quite a story to tell you.’

The deal with Majestic 12 

Date:               Wednesday, August 30, 1961

Time:              0540 hours

 Location:                    The Main Dining Room

                                    Willard Hotel

                                    Pennsylvania Avenue

                                    Washington D.C., USA

 For an organization that’s supposedly “unfunded”, the Majestic 12 committee sure looked after its people and guests well. Evan could only imagine the cost of the rooms here and how they managed to pay for everything.

The previous night Evan had rung through to Lance’s room suggesting they meet for an early breakfast. “I think you’ll be happy with my decision Lance, very happy,” he had offered. Lance sounded surprised and welcomed the news . . . but Evan was sure he already knew somehow.

‘Good morning Evan, did you sleep well?’ asked Lance as he sat down.

‘Actually yes,’ Evan lied. ‘Now that I have a clear vision of how I can get out of this mess and keep my career intact, I had a much-needed good night’s sleep.’

‘Let’s order breakfast, I’m starving,’ said Lance waving at the waiter. ‘We can talk as soon as I have some coffee inside of me. Not before. You military types think this sort of hour is acceptable . . . I’m here to tell you it isn’t.’

Not practiced in the art of deception, Evan soon found out that he was quite adept. . . brilliant in fact. Lance’s apparent friendship, his dismay at the terrible treatment Evan had suffered yesterday, his offer to help Evan now no matter what his decision, all appeared genuine on the surface. He was a good actor, but Evan was even better. Lance was completely convinced that Evan was onside, and would reveal everything.

The rather elaborate improvised story told by Evan to Sydney Borne at NICAP included Con and Terry Sanchos choosing to hide the crash debris they had found on their property. The amount of fuss and trouble it was causing them and their family convinced them to bury the original crash debris and replace it with an old weather balloon Terry had found days earlier. Terry later confided this with Evan; the pair hatching up a scheme to sell the materials for a handsome return.

Evan claimed that he approached Major Baker about a possible reward for the crash debris, but quickly changed his mind when Major Baker lost his temper and made threats. Evan had only told Major Baker that “he heard” that there may have been some materials buried somewhere, he was “not sure”. Terry and Evan then decided it better to abandon their scheme.

Evan told Sydney that he didn’t know exactly where the debris was buried, but he had a pretty good idea. Also, he was hopeful one or more members of the Sanchos family or their close friends or ex-workers may be able to help him. The Sanchos’ had sold their property a few years ago, but Evan knew where they were living in Roswell. His plan was to locate the crash debris to a reasonably small and certain area without stirring up interest, get a lawyer to represent his interests, and do the deal with Majestic 12 so that his career would remain intact. If Sydney Borne was working with Majestic 12, then Lance would already be well aware of Evan’s supposed intentions and should agree to Evan’s proposal to give him some much-needed space to make his investigations.

‘Lance I need you to trust me and do me a big favor please,’ said Evan. ‘I need to protect my military career, and I need to deliver solid evidence of my cooperation to your friends or I can plainly see, I’m in a lot of trouble.’

‘How can I help?’

‘Get them to back off for a couple of days so I can get what they want. I believe I can give them exactly what they want, but I want to do it as discreetly as possible. I need to look up some old addresses.’

‘Do you need help with anything?’

‘I don’t think so. I think it’ll be a pretty simple exercise actually. It would be good if I could have your contact details over the next few days though . . . just in case I need a friend I can really trust.’

‘You got it my friend,’ offered Beckner. ‘I’ll stick my neck right out, and I’ll give you three days. You won’t let me down will you?’

‘Lance, I would never do that. I appreciate your honesty and everything you’re doing for me.’

That final line did it, Lance was sold. Evan would have a free couple of days . . . days that he would be putting to good use.