Free Pit Bulls vs Aliens by Neal Wooten Page B

what had distracted her. A large man with a picket sign was strolling straight toward them. He was about six feet five, with long brown hair that came down in front of him well past his shoulders, and a matching beard. He wore baggy clothes but still presented a formidable appearance. His shoulders were broad and arms thick. He looked like Jesus on steroids.
    “Dr. McNair,” he shouted as he walked up, “do you really think you’re fooling anyone with your government cover-up? We know what’s really happening. The people have a right to know the truth. Don’t you agree?”
    Dr. McNair looked up at the sign, which read, “THEY are real.” Looking at some of the other signs, he noticed the general theme for all of them was of aliens and terraforming. He stuck out his hand to the big guy. “I’m all for the truth. Call me Stephen. I’m not sure who they are, but if you’re referring to aliens from another planet, I have no data at all on that, so there is no cover-up. As a scientist, however, I won’t rule out anything. If you have a few minutes, I’d love to hear what evidence you have.”
    It was a brilliant move. It defused the big man’s steam. He was actually quite shocked but shook Dr. McNair’s hand. “Yeah, sure. My name is Thomas Freeman. Thank you, Stephen. I have lots of evidence from hundreds of hours of research and it speaks for itself. Perhaps you’ve read my books.”
    “I don’t believe so.” Dr. McNair looked back to Sally. “Oh, this is Sally. She’s a marine.”
    Thomas snapped to attention and presented a real-life salute. “ Semper fi , ma’am. I was class of 2039 Parris Island myself.”
    Sally shook her head. “No, I’m a marine biologist .” She turned back to Dr. McNair. “Sir, I need to speak to you about a matter of grave concern.”
    “And my concern is not grave?” Thomas asked.
    “Regardless,” Sally said. “I believe I was first here.”
    Dr. McNair glanced at both of them. They looked like they would be good distractions from actually going to work. “I’ll see you both, but pardon me while I eat.”
    He led them to his office and sat behind the desk as they seated themselves in the two padded wingback chairs in front of the desk. “Okay, since we’re on a first name basis, Thomas, tell me what you know.” He took out the first biscuit and sank his teeth into it.
    Thomas seemed to like being called on first. “Okay. First, are you familiar with Dr. Niklasson’s research?”
    Dr. McNair nodded and continued to chew.
    “What is that?” Sally asked.
    Dr. McNair wiped the corners of his mouth. “He’s a Swedish scientist who developed an actual scale model of Earth, which can simulate the atmosphere, weather, climate, you name it. His latest report stipulates that in all of his trials, neither greenhouse gases nor any planetary events could ever produce the kind of global warming we are experiencing.”
    Thomas nodded. “Exactly. So if we are not doing it ourselves, who is? Scientists have also discovered pyramids on the ocean floor, about a dozen or so, and carbon dating puts them over a million years old, way before man could have made them.”
    Dr. McNair bit into his second biscuit. “I don’t see the connection,” he said while chewing.
    “Once again,” Thomas said, “if humans didn’t build them, who did?” The office was quite silent so he continued. “See, we’ve always believed that aliens were heating the planet from the outside. But, what if they are using the Earth’s own resources? What if they have devices on the ocean floor that have pipes going down into the earth, down where it’s a lot hotter near the core? It would release the heat up through the seawater and heat the atmosphere.”
    “Wow,” Sally said. “I really thought you were just a nutcase.”
    Dr. McNair laughed as he dusted crumbs off his shirt. “So did I.”
    Thomas also laughed. “Well, I might be a little.” Then he looked at Sally. “Perhaps you’ve read