Hello my name is Robert I worked as a contract cook at a military facility near White Sands from late 1977 to early 1979. About eight months total. I'm calling because I think people need to know what's being kept down there. What I was asked to do. I got the job through a staffing agency out of Albuquerque. They told me it was kitchen work for a research facility, government contract, good pay and they weren't kidding about that. Triple what I was making at the hotel restaurant where I'd been working. I should've known something was off right then, but I needed the money. My daughter was starting college that fall. First day, they drove me out to the site. Took about an hour and a half from where they picked me up. Middle of nowhere, nothing but sand and scrub brush. The facility itself was mostly underground. Just a few buildings on the surface, and then you go down. Three levels down, that's where the kitchen was.
They had me sign so many documents I lost count. Nondisclosure agreements, security clearances, the works. Told me I couldn't talk about anything I saw or did there. Well, it's been almost twenty years now, and I'm talking anyway because people need to know. The kitchen was standard issue military setup. Stainless steel everything, industrial equipment. But there was this separate prep area, sealed off behind a heavy door. That's where I spent most of my time. That's where I prepared the feedings. My supervisor, guy named Hendricks, he explained it to me on day two. Said they had a subject in containment that required specialized nutrition. Not human, he said. Not exactly. He showed me the protocols, the exact specifications. I thought he was testing me at first, seeing if I'd question it. But he was dead serious.
The metal came in sealed containers. Titanium alloy splinters, each one about the size of a sewing needle, maybe a bit thicker. They were kept in a climate-controlled vault right there in the prep area. I had to sign them out every time, count every single piece. The heating process was specific, precise. There was this induction chamber, custom built. You'd place exactly forty splinters in the chamber, set the temperature to 1,847 degrees Fahrenheit, not 1,850, not 1,845, it had to be exact, and heat them for seventeen minutes. The chamber would glow, and you could see the metal start to take on this particular color. Not red-hot, more like it was radiating from inside. While they heated, I'd prepare the suspension medium. It was this gel, came in unmarked containers. Thick, clear, smelled like nothing at all. You had to warm it to exactly 98.6 degrees, body temperature, I guess, and maintain that temperature exactly.
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