Chapter 95: Resolve and Racism... probably.
Richard stared at the sleek, alien-born jet before him—crafted from black composite curves, powered by gravitational manipulation and plasma propulsion. It was futuristic, silent... and far too advanced to have originated from any publicly known program.
He narrowed his eyes. "Lina," he said. "Where did you get this? I don’t remember authorizing development this deep. These technologies—they’re not from any open military file."
[Correct, sir.]
Her voice came through the speakers as drones hovered gently overhead, their chassis reflecting the soft internal glow of the hangar.
[This aircraft is based on schematics and theoretical notes from a declassified extension of Project Bluebook. Contrary to public belief, the Roswell Incident was real.]
Jack, now climbing into the cockpit with boyish awe, paused to look back at Richard.
[The intent of Bluebook was not to investigate aliens—it was to disseminate disinformation. They used pseudo-scientific reports to convince the public that extraterrestrial life was impossible.]
Richard stared at the vessel, his voice low. "So what happened?"
[Eventually, the race known as the Grays—the short, pale humanoids with large eyes—demanded the return of their dead from the crash site.]
[In exchange, they offered humanity limited scientific cooperation. Technology. Gravitational manipulation. But there was a cost.]
A pause.