NEW MEXICO

Roswell

Finally, after much anticipation, I was arriving in Roswell, the UFO capital of the world. Would I actually see an extra-terrestrial being? Would I get some sort of warning before being transported into an alien spacecraft for mysterious but undoubtedly aberrant scientific experiments? Or would I simply wake up one morning several days later with no recall of my abduction or anything else? Would the aliens return me to Earth, or would I end up in some zoo in their home planet -and if so, could the zookeepers be persuaded to prepare Indian food? Perhaps I would manage to negotiate my freedom if I played my cards well (I only had three Pokêmòn ® cards in my pocket, but I am a pretty good player). All this questions raced through my head as I awaited the inevitable. Now, I am a very rational person, so as time went by and (as far as I could tell) there was no sign of aliens anyhere, I arrived to the only possible logical conclusion: Not only all memories of my abduction had been erased, but I also had been returned back in time to the exact same instant before the abduction started, making the whole episode completely seamless and untraceable, even by me.
The only remaining question was: how much did the government know, and how far would it go to cover it all up. I knew if there was an answer to be found, I would find it in Area 51. I stopped at a local store to ask for directions. I didn't bother to beat around the bushes: "I know there is a secret facility around here, even though the government denies it. I need an address. Pronto" I asked the shopkeeper. He took a deep breath and said, "Well, if I knew the address, how secret could it possibly be? Unless of course, there is no such facility in the first place. Either way it is a moot question." I was walking out the door before he could finish the sentence. At that point It was obvious that a major goverment conspiracy was taking place, but just to make sure, I asked the same question to several other locals, only to get the same answer every time -and that was the final piece of the puzzle, because how could everyone give me the same answer unless the government had brainwashed the entire town to cover its tracks? With that sobering thought, I decided it would be wise to leave while I still could. Next stop: White Sands.