"After Roswell" - A.H. Roberts (the gingerbread man read aloud txt) 📗

was the navigator. He would have tried to reach me. His wristband indicator was active when I last saw him. With enough pondering about the past. I start to feel a little hungry. A little money still remains in my pockets. So I stop near a gas station merged with a diner next to it.
I walk into the diner. Which reminds of a place I frequent many times. But there isn't anybody familar seated down. When entering. Only a handful of patrons turned around to find out who came in the door. I take a seat near the entrance. I pick up a menu to make my selection. As well as use it to shield my face from these strangers. In my pocket there is only ten dollars to spend. So my meal will be small and cheap. Not much in a hurry. My selections infront of me get careful examination. While looking at the menu. A waitress walks over. With fresh coffee pot in hand. "Want some coffee while you order". I push the cup. A sound is heard. Annoying to some degree and slight rudeness. She smacking gum in her mouth. It annoys me more when she speaks."You ready to order or need a couple of minutes". Barely unable to respond. Being isolated in the cave for three years. I mutter to her."Need a couple of minutes". Like before I put the menu up to my face."Well my name is Cybil. If your ready just call my name". She goes around the counter through the swinging double doors. Anxiety is causing some phobia type fears about being around these humans. Haven't had any contact. It brings confusion if I'm still in human form. Careful look at the menu. I think about having bacon and eggs like usual. But have decided to change the course. Tucking the menu behind the napkin despenser the waitress makes her way over."So have you decided what to eat?" She takes a notebook and pencil from her apron. I give her my order."Yes, can I have a steak. Cooked mid-rare. Also a baked potatoe". She writes down the order, ripping the paper from the notebook. She turns around, pivots one foot, walks behind the counter. She takes the paper. Tucks it underneath a small window. My head then faces out the glass. I peer outside. Watching the vehicles drive down the rode. My eyes slowly droop. After a few seconds I fall into a trance. While in this trance. I hear a vehicle driving. Its dark inside. But I can feel the bumps in the rode. I'm adjusting my eyes to the dark. Once my eyes are focus. I realize there is someone sedated in a gurney next to me. This dream finally reveals more details. It shows the face of the navigator. Were in the back of a truck, driving to a unknow location. I take a look at the navigator again. He looks the same as I saw him last. A jagged piece of metal is sticking out. Its being held steady with plasma. Next to the navigator lies sealed up leather bags. I can only assume those body bags are the pilots. As we arrive at the destination. Truck doors open and soldiers pull the navigator from the truck. They rush the navigator into a facility. Rusing him toward the back of the building where equipment and curtains are set-up. In quick motion the navigator is plop onto a steel table. Immediately he is hook up to tubes, devices, and wires. Many humans have gather around him. These humans are discussing topics relating to the navigator. Some is understood. But most of the conversation fades in and out. The navigator is kicking and screaming from the pain or just being put in restraints. A human dressed in hospital attire and mask enters the area. Only his eyes remain uncover. He begins breaking through the other humans surrounding the navigator. In his hand. There is a needle. A needle with a unknown substance. This is injected into the navigator's arm. Vice versa, fluids are taken from him and handed to another human. Measurements and cruel medical procedures have made the navigator very uncomfortable. I shout and demand they stop. My words are not heard. It seems my commotion as I witness these activities. Can't disrupt the human's probing inside the navigator's body. Now the navigator is sceaming with a intensity so great. That the windows would shatter if any. All of sudden. I wake up with my face planted on the glass window. Human reflection in the glass scares me pushing myself straight out of my seat. In that reflection the human is me. Calming myself down. I sit back in my seat, waiting for my meal. I think about this dream. It has a personal feeling. It was directly connected to me. This dream is trying to lead me in the a new direction. I think?
Cybil the waitress returns with my order."Your steak and baked potatoe. Would you like more coffee"? I raise the cup, indicating a refill. I begin to eat my meal. Which fills a void in my stomach. My fork and knife work ferociously on the steak. Making an irritating sound that could almost cause your eardrums to bleed. Laying the utensils on the plate. A lick of my fingers signals I'm done. I wipe my face. Then out from the corner of my eye. I realize patrons are staring in my direction. Frozen in time. Locked into their current positions. It has been quite awhile since I had a distant meal. Neglecting my ways of how a human should behave. Shortly after the silence. Conversations continue among the patrons. Without waiting for the check. I put the money down on the table and exit the diner. I continue to walk along the desert, keeping off the rode. I think about the navigator and his pain. Those cruel methods of medical madness, probing to investigate. But is it true. Was the dream something of reality or a figment of my imagination. If its something of real importance. That the events which had form into my thoughts. Could be a sign the navigator is alive. I mean we our Intelligent lifeforms. With shallow expressions. But we still have emotions. Could these humans really do that to us? Mixed results appear infront of me. Either this dream is forcing me away or leading me to the navigator. Still. I have to keep myself from random decisions which have cause enough problems already. So I'll continue on the originial plan. Heading toward Utah and exploring a new state. As I walk along the desert rode. That in this current situation. There is no actual plan. Right now I'm in the process of formulating one. Hours of walking. I finally make it to Sante Fe. Which is the oldest city in New Mexico. Thats what appears on the sign. A large number of Native American tribes resides in the state. I research books. Which had information relating to the indian population in the area. But my only priority is find useful technology and continue on with the mission. This mission once again is to get rescued. I don't want to die on this alien world and be a biology experiment for these humans. Entering the city. It has a structural difference than Alburquerque. Primitive Spanish- looking homes. But mixed with other cultures. Many civilizations had a contributing factor to the city's development. Mexican, Spanish, and Native American influences that have shaped the city. Santa Fe has also experience its share of wars. Ranging all the way from the late 1600s to the 1800s. Which has had a combination of governship. Why many cultures exist in the city's history. I make my way to the central plaza. There I see a information center. Could provide me the resources I need? Hopefully I can get the information desired. Only without the interruptions.
As I enter the building. There is only a handful of people which have occupied inside. Quick through the lobby. I make my way to a shelf containing books and small reading material. Just like in other material I've read. It tells a story of war and bloodshed. But also shows historical content about holy figures. When I was walking into the city there were statues and sculptures, depicting these characters. Most of the sculptures resemble wild animals that populate the planet. Either all humans, or just the ones in this city, have a love for animals. Lately the city has been trying to generate a economy based on the incomes of these drifters. It seems when the construction of the railroad system began. It was a factor in the decrease of population. People just got up and move on to new locations. Now history and art have rejuvenated the culture. Its sad to say. I can't stay here long. My objective is to find technology and build a transmission device. With loose change in my pocket. I purchase a newspaper. What has happened since my time of seclusion? Flipping through the paper. I notice these humans have finally made attempts to leave the comforts of Earth and explore the darkness of space. Its an update on the subject. About three years ago the Russians launch a phobe into the orbit of Earth. Now the Americans have made rockets. A mission is in the works. A rocket will carry a small crew to the Moon. On the next page. It reads that the United States is gearing for another war. Its making me sick. As I read about more human lives wasted for a useless conflict. I turn the page again. Its about a possible murder. That the murder happen three years ago and the police have had new leads in the case. It seem that the inevitable incident that happen at the tower has haunted me again. My name has been describe as a person of interest. That the town has reported me missing. They think there is a connection between the murder and my sudden disappearance. Also my house that exploded was somehow linked to me. More reason not to stick around any longer. Especially with my face and name being blasted in the papers. These two cities are within considerable driving distance. I'm sure the authorities have expanded their search area. So gathering the supplies I need. Is my only cause for being here. Grab and go without being notice. Leave this town without making a peep. Now as walk outside from information center. A car screeches infront of me. This car was close to hitting my legs. I back up from the car. A man with a badge comes out of the vehicle. He is a law enforcement officer. Judging by his clothing and weapon attached to his side. The officer comes around the passenger side and approaches me."Got word from the diner. A odd fellow who came in and ate without waiting for his check". This man is proud of his job. How his stance means serious business. I remain calm as he speaks again."Now most drifters in the city are here for the art and mining purposes. Yer don't look like an artist and I see no mining equipment". I respond with little words."Just passing through". He gapes at my eyes. Almost ripping them apart, trying to get a hint of my character."Well I'll be watching you. My advice is to find what your looking for and move on". Once again I respond with few words."I understand officer". He tips his hat and returns to his vehicle. Carefully watching me as he cruises around the street. That encounter is good indication to continue my trek to the next location. I don't think the officer suspects anything out of the ordinary. But can tell its not going to be the last encounter.
Take the advice of the officer. Keep rolling along