01 Feb New Emergency Alert System Message Part 4
Thank you for your concerns and replies. The fact that I’m not in this alone and have your support means the world. I can’t answer all questions. But I will say this: some of you were right. You suspected and anticipated some of what has happened. Unfortunately, not to the extent that any of us could have dreamed.
I’m not sure what to make of the past couple of days. Our journey took a day. I wasn’t allowed outside throughout the trip so I never really got my bearings. When we reached our destination I finally understood where we were. The desert, dry air, and oppressive heat. It had to be Arizona—the closest site to the one in Colorado.
As I was led outside with Eldridge by guards in grey and red, I saw the large semis being unloaded across the tarmac in the distance. The facility the Blocks were being moved into was enormous but bland. It looked like those buildings you see every other semi docked where they drop off and receive cargo. I saw noticeably less movement in the Blocks as they were transported inside.
The compound the facility was on was enormous. The walk to where they held me was somewhat long so I tried to take in as much as I could. To the west were two large buildings that appeared to be built for holding cargo. This included the one where the Blocks were being stored. To the east was an industrial park—parking lots, three story buildings, medians with cacti and red stone. It looked remarkably ordinary. Cars littered the lots. I saw the logo for Axiom-Ex on the walls of these buildings. To the north was desert, bleak and empty. The south was the same except for the black vein of road cutting through it. The whole compound was fenced in. The poles of the fence were thicker than your average fence pole and they were topped with brass globes.
I was taken to a large, flat one-story building. Air conditioners chugged quietly in a line along one wall. Once inside, I realized these were living quarters. The guards stopped inside the doors and I saw sweat beading their foreheads. I had to go through a security check point where my phone and computer were taken. (These posts on NoSleep are the only records now. I ask that you save them somewhere so this isn’t forgotten). Eldridge beckoned me to follow him down a series of hallways and showed me to room 250. It wasn’t anything impressive: a single bed, a desk, sparse bathroom and a dresser. No TV but there was a stiff and scratchy armchair in the corner if I had the urge to sit back and read for a while.
“Could you explain to me what’s going on?” I dropped my bags and sat on the bed. I felt sticky with a sheen of sweat covering my skin. I hadn’t changed my clothes since Friday.
Eldridge made sure the door was closed and turned to me.
“You technically broke into a government quarantine and interacted closely with individuals inside that quarantine. This,” he gestured to the room. “is more than others would have gotten.”
I tried to contain my scoff. “Is this because I made it out that night untouched? Is that what this is? Because if it is, you know why. My dad warned me in time somehow. There is nothing special about me other than I was lucky enough to get to a car in time.”
“I realize that but there are others that see potential in you.” He paused for a minute. “Back in the early ’90s there was a lack of congressional funding to the EDD which resulted in a substantial amount of contractual work with Axiom. The technological advances Axiom made were leaps and bounds beyond what government scientists were producing. The committees involved in the EDD were happy to hear this. Over time more control was given to the company and by 1999 all five facilities were running with Axiom-created equipment and staffed largely by Axiom scientists and staff. Congress and the governmental side of the EDD still have a hand in things but Axiom-backed congressmen and women have slowly begun to become more prominent on those committees. The operation of the EDD has slowly come more into the control of Axiom. The government is still extremely tight-lipped about everything but I haven’t heard of anyone’s hackles rising because of this shift in the power dynamic.” He stopped to rub his eyes. “Maybe it was decided by the powers-that-be that this is too much of a liability for the government to handle or that it’s not worth the time and money any longer.
What I’m trying to tell you is that you’re of great interest to Axiom now, regardless of what I report to them or the government. What happens next is largely out of my hands now.”
I felt hot waxy fear drip down my back. I couldn’t stop it from happening—a wash of self-pity came over me. I wondered how the hell this had all happened. I’d lost so much in such a short amount of time. It would be hard to describe but I imagine it’s similar to what people might feel when a natural disaster strikes. You lose your home, sometimes your family, your pets, your assets. Everything. You’re left with what you had on your back. Life experiences and intelligence may count for something, but the sheer emptiness of the loss of your physical life is beyond my ability to describe. Sitting in that dingy motel-like room drove it all home clearly to me. I had no home and I felt as if I wasn’t even regarded as a person any longer, but more a pawn in the overall scheme of things.
As if I had some special abilities, some special immunity, that they could tease out of me. I know the trope of the sinister corporation is tired (although not unwarranted in many cases) but what Eldridge described to me about the shift in control over the EDD really upset me.
“So I’m to sit here and wait on them? Until they’re ready with whatever they have to test me or something? I didn’t choose for any of this. I was lucky enough that my father, somehow, came to me. Now here I am, days later, waiting on the whims of people who know nothing about me except the truths I’ve told you. Yet they don’t want to believe what I’ve said. I can’t stay here.”
“You can’t leave.” He stood up straight. “You can’t leave the compound, they won’t let you. Even if you did leave, the fence I saw you eyeing means protection. Being outside of it is dangerous.”
His phone buzzed. “I have to go.” He said suddenly. “You’ll be issued a laptop soon. I think you’ll find a notebook and pen in your bag, though. Don’t stop recording and don’t stop writing.” He pulled a small bag from his back pocket. It was black nylon and pill-shaped, roughly the size of his palm. Eldridge placed it on the bureau.
“Your access card is in the outside pouch. Two of the scientists, Parsons and Chambry, have asked that you report to Facility One at 9:30 tomorrow morning. I advise you make it a priority to get there.” He unzipped the pouch and produced a contact lens case. “Before you go, put these in your eyes. Axiom developed them, they allow you to see the manifestations. They react with the heat in your eyes and bend the light to such an extent that you can see where manifestations are at any given time. Don’t keep them in too long, though. Two hours max is pushing it.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you’re here. I never expected this turn of events… though maybe I did on some level. I could have kept you out of Glenwood when we saw you approaching. This story’s just too important.”
“Then why not do it yourself? You’re using me to get this bullshit out into the open. I have trouble swallowing your supposed altruism when I’m the one living this and telling others about it.”
Eldridge’s face grew red at that. “I have to live with myself and my past. Bigger things are in motion and at this point, my credibility is compromised by my association with all of this. Your voice is pure and untouched. So yes, I am using it. I’m not asking you to overlook that. Be disgusted with me, I’d welcome it. I’d be shocked if you weren’t. Once you get in there,” he pointed over in the direction of the facility buildings, “you’ll see the extent of things.”
He turned and left abruptly.
I didn’t look at the contacts or the access card. I laid on the bed and looked at the ceiling. My body and my mind were tired. I wanted to shower but felt too exhausted to move. After a few minutes I fell asleep.
In my dream, I was laying in the bed just as I was when I drifted off to sleep. The lights were off and the silence was so complete my ears felt like they were ringing. There was weight on the bed other than my own. To my right, facing the wall, was a dark figure with its back towards me. It was still but in the same position my dad was when I found him in the bedroom in Glenwood. I didn’t move and I barely breathed. The figure started to slowly roll towards the tight space in between the bed and the wall. I knew a full rotation would reveal its face and although I wanted to shut my eyes, I couldn’t. It fell suddenly into that tight space. I didn’t see its face.
My dream-self had no reaction. Then I saw two long-fingered hands, smoky and black, grip the edge of the bed and begin to pull it towards the ground. My side of the bed tilted up as the hands pulled down. A head began to rise above the edge of the comforter. It was shorter than a human head and charcoal grey. It had only a mouth that was open impossibly wide. My body began to give into gravity and slide down the bed. Suddenly the bed was the size of a parking lot and I was the size of an ant. The open mouth was huge, an empty gaping maw. I fell towards that mouth and as my body rolled over the hot, steaming gums, I jerked violently in my sleep.
I woke up suddenly and in a panic. Crawling off the bed frantically, I backed up against the window. It was dark out except for the lights illuminating the outside parking lots. I breathed heavily as I stared at the space between the bed and the wall.
Eventually I got the nerve to check that space and there was nothing there. I left the lights on the whole night while I wrote.
I’m going to stop here for now. I will post more soon.