puberty was spent keeping a logbook of all the lights he saw, with important details like time-of-night, direction he was facing, and so forth. He wasn’t technically proficient enough to measure the exact position of these objects, but that was okay because eventually he realized he was mostly recording one of the flight patterns out of MSP International.
The interest didn’t wane as he grew up, though; it just became more focused. He became deeply involved in online groups, tracking sightings somewhat more genuine than the 9: 42 PM to Chicago, and perhaps more importantly developing real bonds with people as excited about UFO’s as he was.
His favorite listserv quickly became the one run by UFOMAN, a legendary figure in the online version of the UFO-hunting community. It was through that board, and specifically from UFOMAN himself that Dobbs first heard of the ship that landed in Sorrow Falls. This came out as an IMPORTANT bulletin direct from UFOMAN, citing TOP SECRET sources, CONFIRMING the existence of an alien presence in rural Massachusetts.
It was a big deal, being only the fifth time Dobbs had ever seen such an important announcement. (The other four, sadly, turned out to be hoaxes.) It was met with skepticism—some appropriate, some inappropriate and a little too personal, which was the nature of things on the Internet as regards nearly any subject. And since it came a full two weeks before the president informed the world, it was two weeks’ worth of an unpleasant flame war. By the end of it, when UFOMAN—largely unflappable throughout—suggested ‘we all’ get the nearest gas-powered vehicle at our disposal and head to northwestern Massachusetts, he was greeted largely with ridicule.
Dobbs believed him. He was also out of work, having just graduated with a degree in electrical engineering that wasn’t getting him as far as it should have. So he was free. And it turned out UFOMAN lived in Minnesota as well. His real name was Art Shoeman, a widowed retiree who had just buried his life savings in a camper and was looking for another driver.
Art was also looking for someone to clean the toilet for him, but of course he didn’t bring that up right away.
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T he walk from campers to the tree line was considerable. There were closer trees across the street, but they went only a couple deep, there was a fence on the other side of them, and the soldiers didn’t take kindly to people using that part of their perimeter for that sort of thing.
The walk across the field was over ground that was usually pretty dry, even after rains, which could explain why it hadn’t been active farmland even before the invasion. But it had its share of snakes and rodents of unusual size, so it wasn’t really a super-pleasant journey. Not that Dobbs would ever be mistaken for an outdoorsman who might otherwise appreciate a walk through nature. He had allergies, he didn’t enjoy exercise in general, and he felt a lot more at home in front of a panel of electronics than just about anywhere else.
He did enjoy the stars, though. There was almost no atmospheric interference with the view of the sky in this part of the world, so it was a pretty great view. Some nights it made him want to be an astronomer. If he thought there was time, he’d teach himself how to become one.
That wasn’t going to happen, though. People had learned to relax and stop worrying about the ship, but he knew better. Something was coming, it would be soon, and it would be bad. He couldn’t prove it, though, and he’d been saying that almost constantly for long enough that he had lost a lot of friends who simply refused to listen. (Even the original listserv moved on, which was amazing. A UFO mailing list decided to stop paying attention to a verified alien ship. The world had gone mad.)
He didn’t know yet what the end was going to look like. His current theory was that the ship was an unmanned probe that was reporting information on all of them
The interest didn’t wane as he grew up, though; it just became more focused. He became deeply involved in online groups, tracking sightings somewhat more genuine than the 9: 42 PM to Chicago, and perhaps more importantly developing real bonds with people as excited about UFO’s as he was.
His favorite listserv quickly became the one run by UFOMAN, a legendary figure in the online version of the UFO-hunting community. It was through that board, and specifically from UFOMAN himself that Dobbs first heard of the ship that landed in Sorrow Falls. This came out as an IMPORTANT bulletin direct from UFOMAN, citing TOP SECRET sources, CONFIRMING the existence of an alien presence in rural Massachusetts.
It was a big deal, being only the fifth time Dobbs had ever seen such an important announcement. (The other four, sadly, turned out to be hoaxes.) It was met with skepticism—some appropriate, some inappropriate and a little too personal, which was the nature of things on the Internet as regards nearly any subject. And since it came a full two weeks before the president informed the world, it was two weeks’ worth of an unpleasant flame war. By the end of it, when UFOMAN—largely unflappable throughout—suggested ‘we all’ get the nearest gas-powered vehicle at our disposal and head to northwestern Massachusetts, he was greeted largely with ridicule.
Dobbs believed him. He was also out of work, having just graduated with a degree in electrical engineering that wasn’t getting him as far as it should have. So he was free. And it turned out UFOMAN lived in Minnesota as well. His real name was Art Shoeman, a widowed retiree who had just buried his life savings in a camper and was looking for another driver.
Art was also looking for someone to clean the toilet for him, but of course he didn’t bring that up right away.
----
T he walk from campers to the tree line was considerable. There were closer trees across the street, but they went only a couple deep, there was a fence on the other side of them, and the soldiers didn’t take kindly to people using that part of their perimeter for that sort of thing.
The walk across the field was over ground that was usually pretty dry, even after rains, which could explain why it hadn’t been active farmland even before the invasion. But it had its share of snakes and rodents of unusual size, so it wasn’t really a super-pleasant journey. Not that Dobbs would ever be mistaken for an outdoorsman who might otherwise appreciate a walk through nature. He had allergies, he didn’t enjoy exercise in general, and he felt a lot more at home in front of a panel of electronics than just about anywhere else.
He did enjoy the stars, though. There was almost no atmospheric interference with the view of the sky in this part of the world, so it was a pretty great view. Some nights it made him want to be an astronomer. If he thought there was time, he’d teach himself how to become one.
That wasn’t going to happen, though. People had learned to relax and stop worrying about the ship, but he knew better. Something was coming, it would be soon, and it would be bad. He couldn’t prove it, though, and he’d been saying that almost constantly for long enough that he had lost a lot of friends who simply refused to listen. (Even the original listserv moved on, which was amazing. A UFO mailing list decided to stop paying attention to a verified alien ship. The world had gone mad.)
He didn’t know yet what the end was going to look like. His current theory was that the ship was an unmanned probe that was reporting information on all of them
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