0 Plus 1950-xx-xx (xx) The Flying Saucers

I was alone in a room 100,000 miles from Earth. My body laid dead before me, and yet I spoke and felt and lived. Behind me lay a tortured world, before me the moon and destiny.

Again I felt the surge of power, and had I been able to, I would have smiled. My mission was accomplished. No one knew, no one understood. If they had, they would not believe. This was a project 3,000 years old.

Yet no one had guessed. No one. Listen now to 2000 plus, adventures into the world of tomorrow.

Science fiction stories from the years beyond 2000 AD. Today a story entitled, The Flying Saucers. It is the year 2012. A blazing New Mexico sun shines down upon a great military installation, upon a vast, noisy field, and upon a silvery shape which seems to strain forward ready to leap up into space.

In an executive office, a man sits in his chair, his eyes on the great rocket. Behind him, a girl waits for end to speak. Let it close that window, Eileen. The noise won't let a man think.

Yes, sir. I'm ready, Dr. Bronson. Get this on tape as well as in shorthand. It's for the permanent files in Washington. It's got to go out in the next jet. I'll give you a sign sheet of stationery.

Send it off to make the five o'clock connection. You got that? Yes, sir. Recorder on the letter to be transcribed over your signature and sent off on the five o'clock connecting plane. Right. Heading top secret to National Scientific Council copies to joint chiefs of staff Secretary of Defense the president.

Rum Andrew Bronson, the official string of title of the land. Cheat Department of extraterrestrial research white sands, New Mexico. Regarding defense measures against aerial visitors listed in file AA286 as flying saucers. For the past three months, this secret experimental installation has been visited by flying saucers.