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BIG BLUE Awakenings Part 3 by Wayne Clayton
Sam scanned the plain white folder before him. Big Blue was now sitting right in his hands. He removed the paperclip and carefully flipped through the file, hoping to find a nice big glossy photo of who the Government wanted him to ‘bring back’. Instead he found nothing. There were no photos, just page after page of medical records. His sharp eyes soon noticed that these browning documents were all time stamped. The earliest been December 7th 1941, the last August 7th 1945. He also noticed that even now great chunks of this top secret file were edited. Thick black lines blotted out paragraph after paragraph. This include Big Blue’s real name and birth date. Sam took a wild guess that the subject was born in the U.S.A. as someone had only blacked out the letters, not the dots.
Given this lack of information he turned to the islands of printed facts surrounded by the sea of black marker pen strokes. They listed the drugs which the subject had been given. It was through this that Sam gleamed that Big Blue had been put into a medical coma and was not the victim of some random accident. But as he looked more carefully he saw something odd. The doses amounts given were wrong somehow. According to what he was now reading they were administering a hundred times the recommended doses. Any one of them would kill an elephant at half that. Combined as these were there was no chance for a normal human being to survive. It would of led to brain death in seconds.
Suddenly, the facts weren’t making sense, Sam was now struck by a new realisation, the drugs themselves were wrong. He ran through them again just to be sure. Yes he was right. Half of these drugs weren’t invented until the late 60’s. How could the U.S. Army be using drugs that didn’t exist?
He caught the General watching him. He was sure that his puzzlement over the figures was plain to see. But the General didn’t say a word, he was going to have to work it out for himself.
For the rest of the journey Sam poured over the scant information. Trying to squeeze out anything of value amongst the tables of figures. The only thing for certain he knew was Big Blue was a ‘he’ and that ‘he’ should be dead and buried after what the army doctors had pumped into the guy.
But the journey was now over and Sam was one step closer to seeing Big Blue in the flesh. He stepped out onto the deserted air strip and tried to get his bearings. He was surprised that after all the secrecy they let him ride out without a hood over his head. The answer to where they were going was waiting for him just around the corner.
The sign read ‘Welcome to the HOVER DAM please drive carefully’
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