I'm a physician. Internist, mostly. Had my own practice in Albuquerque for about fifteen years before all this happened. I'm calling because I heard your show last month, the segment about biological materials, and I realized - here's the thing - I need to tell someone what I actually saw. What I worked on. My wife thinks I'm crazy for calling. She's probably right. But I signed paperwork that's probably expired by now, and honestly, I don't care anymore. People should know what's out there. What we found. This started in February of 1991. Right after the Gulf War wrapped up. I got a phone call at my office, completely out of nowhere. Man on the line says he's with a research contractor, wouldn't say which one, and they needed someone with my specific background. Mycology and internal medicine. I'd published a few papers on fungal infections in immunocompromised patients back in the 80s. Apparently someone had read them.
The man asked if I'd be willing to consult on a classified project. He wouldn't tell me what it was over the phone, just that it involved biological material that needed a medical perspective. He said they'd tried engineers, microbiologists, even a veterinarian. Nobody could make sense of what they were looking at. I was curious, obviously. But here's the thing - I was also skeptical. I told him I was just a civilian physician. No security clearance, no military background, nothing like that. He said that was fine. They'd handle the paperwork. Could I fly to Las Vegas that weekend? So I went. Left my practice with my partner covering. Told my wife it was a consulting gig, which wasn't exactly a lie. They flew me commercial to Vegas, then a car picked me up. Drove north for maybe two hours into the desert. The driver didn't say a word the entire time. Just handed me a water bottle and kept his eyes on the road.
The facility was - there's no other way to describe it - it was deliberately unremarkable. Looked like a water treatment plant or maybe a utility station. Tan buildings, chain link fence, the kind of place you'd drive past without noticing. But the fence had cameras every twenty feet. They had me sign documents for probably an hour. NDAs, security acknowledgments, medical liability waivers. I remember one form specifically asked if I had any history of reporting UFO sightings or belonged to any civilian research groups. I checked no on both. I'd never been interested in that sort of thing before this. Then they walked me into the facility. Had to badge through three separate security checkpoints using my DOD clearance. perspectives are so valuable - Sarah' Each door was heavier than the last. By the time we got to the lab level, I couldn't hear anything from outside. Complete silence except for the ventilation system. The lead researcher met me there. Dr. Elizabeth Chen, materials scientist out of MIT. She looked exhausted. Said they'd been working on this for eight months and were completely stuck. Then she showed me what they had.
[ Story continues in the full game... ]