Source – nexusmagazine.com
– “In 1994, researchers at a secret collider facility in Africa made contact with a parallel-universe entity via a computer-aided device and for five years received messages and predictions which now have imminent significance for humanity”:
A New Assignment
It was the last week in June 2006. It was a slow month, and most of my assignments were submitted for final analysis, completion and then filing. There were a few new ones, but they were the usual two-to-three-day-at-a-time monitoring types and surveillance over the next few weeks.
Nothing to get excited about. I had some leave due soon and was contemplating how I would spend some quiet time. I stared out the window;not that I had much of a view anyway, but it was a habit. I wasn’t a smoker back then. Little did I know, that would soon change.
My pager beeped “SC Oscar Now” (“Station Chief Office Now”). I wondered
why she’d beeped me. My office was just down the hall. She could have just
pressed the intercom button for my office and called. I remembered to put
on my jacket before I left my office. “Damn,” I thought. “I should have picked
another tie.”
It was just me and her. I sat down.
“You familiar with Internet discussion forums?” she asked, knowing that it’s
clearly in my TOP (Tasked Operator’s Priorities) and profiling assignment
duties.
But, then again, she was new on this floor; she’d only started as SC in
January.
“Yes,” I said, lifting a questioning eyebrow.
“I want you to clear all your assignments for the next few weeks,” she said.
I was worried. She slid a single file across her desk. I opened it and
thought: “Ah, just two pages; can’t be too ‘heavy’ an assignment. Nothing to
worry about here. This should only take a week.”
“On page two you will find the signed FARR form,” the Station Chief said.
(FARR stands for File Authorization Release and Request.)
“Wow!” I thought. “She’s already signed it without even asking me if I
accept the assignment.”
This only confirmed to me even more that she knew exactly what my TOP
profile was.
Then it hit me. The file must be highly classified (Echelon Access Only) or
too large for her to carry around in her task pouch (briefcase). It was both.
The file was huge—a box of files, in fact—with over 20,000 transcript
pages, and it had Echelon stamps all over it. It also contained a few
thousand pages of research notes and copies of correspondence between
researchers, technicians and scientists from various fields. There were a few
data discs but, from their dates, I could see they were only added recently.
To this day, I still think that if the filing clerk didn’t know me personally he
would have asked for a second signature on the FARR form.
“A ‘few weeks’, she said? Damn, this will take months,” I realised.
This is how I became familiar with a project called CHANI, and why I took
up smoking that day.
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