An Impossible Recovery

“Houston, we have a problem.”

​ Not since Apollo 13 had those words been uttered by a NASA astronaut. But there they were reverberating into the headphones of Jim Keller at NASA’s Huston Control Center.

Keller needed to be sure of what he had just heard. He turned on the speaker for the whole room to here. “Quiet,” he ordered. “Repeat your last transmission,” asked Keller.

The room fell silent as the words crackled from the intercom. “Huston, we have a problem. Major Levine has come unlocked.”

“Unlocked? Please explain, replied Keller.

Captain John Decker turned the modules camera toward the outside platform where Major Levine was working on the spacecrafts stuck solar panel. It was empty. “The foot clamps malfunctioned. They opened.”

“What about his safety cable?” asked Keller.

“Sir, you know this maneuver required it to be repositioned. He was in the process and had it unhooked.” Captain Decker trained the camera on Major Levine as he free floated 100 feet from the capsule.

Keller turned on Major Levine's microphone.

Levine was talking. It was a private last message to his wife and kids. Keller privately monitored the last words of Major Levine. The recording would be played for his family at the appropriate time.

Major Levine suddenly changed the subject. “What the... I see a bright light. I’m being drawn to it. It’s surrounding me and I’m being pulled into it. I feel very calm, as if I’m being well taken care of.”

Keller thought he was hearing the last words of a dying man being drawn toward the lighted tunnel of death itself. What he didn’t realize was that the light wasn’t a tunnel, but a shaft. A beam that was pulling Levine into a craft that had been cloaked. It had been monitoring the NASA module for days.

No one inside the NASA Spacecraft could see the beam of light. What they saw was Major Levine suddenly and inexplicably disappear.

“He’s gone,” commented Decker.

Keller wasn’t following. “What do you mean he’s gone?”

“He’s not there anymore. He literally just disappeared,” replied Decker.

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That afternoon, Lester Gibbs was at work. He owned the only gas station/convenience store within 100 miles. It was located along a lonely stretch of highway in the middle of the Nevada desert. His head was tucked under the hood of a car when he heard the noise. By the time he pulled his head out to take a look, the noise had stopped. He would have shrugged it off if it wasn’t for his two dogs. They were barking wildly. He yelled at them to stop but they wouldn’t listen.

“Damn dogs,” thought Lester as he went back to work on the car. After about ten minutes the barking started to get on Lester's nerves. He walked around to the back of the building where the dogs were caged. As soon as he turned the corner he abruptly stopped. "What the hell?" What Lester saw startled the shit out of him. Sitting on a picnic table with his feet on the bench was a man dressed in a space suit. His helmet was in his lap.

The man looked up at Lester. “Where am I?” he asked.

“Aaahh, Nevada,” replied Lester.

“I need your help. I can’t hardly move. This suit’s too heavy and I can’t take it off without help. Do you have a phone? I need you to dial a number for me.”

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