softly.
“I will explain. I will explain everything to you. And when you hear everything, I promise—I promise that you will be my friend, once again. Please! Hear me out first. Will you follow me? I will take you to see Haj—but, first—I need to show you something that will help you understand,” Peter explained.
“Make it quick!” the skeptical David urged.
They walked through a maze of desks, toward a double-door entrance, on the other side of the floor.
“How did you know I would take the stairs?”—David’s suspicions increased.
“David, you are more predictable than gravity at times. Oh, and I see you are still sporting that watch with the digital recorder? You still haven’t replaced my last one that broke. I have always paid you well for your little inventions, you know.”—Peter tried to make bland conversation, but David did not respond. He remained silent concerning his own watch’s undisclosed abilities.
Past additional double doors, they turned to a hallway on the left. Peter scanned a thumbprint, and the pair entered a dark room that was soon lit by automatic lighting.
The room was full of several glass-enclosed exhibits. They showcased technical inventions of some kind on display tables. Each glass enclosure contained various metallic or plastic shaped pieces, some with gears or digital monitors. A scanning red laser beam protected each exhibit. It emanated from the tip of a mounted metal rod in the center of the table. It continuously scanned the exhibit with a back and forth and random motion.
At the far side of the room, there was a yellow door clearly marked with an additional advisement not to enter the area. David stepped behind Peter cautiously as they approached it.
“Behind this door—this is what I want you to see. And, David,” he paused. “Please keep an open mind.” Peter attempted another synthetic smile that David rejected once again.
As Peter opened the door, David noticed a pulsating light. It illuminated the entire room. The color alternated randomly between pink and purple. The source of the light was behind a curtain. It was a thick curtain, but it did not block out the light that it attempted to hide. Peter moved the curtain to reveal an enormous ten-foot and circular field of color. It radiated with intensity. The room was obviously sized to accommodate the shape of the energy. The circular field of alternating and pulsating color remained pink for just a moment, before it changed to a light purple, in only a matter of seconds. There was no specific pattern to the color change. The field of color did not sit or rest on any barrier. Nothing contained it. It merely existed. On the opposite side of the colorful shape, there was an empty white room. It was as if it invited one to walk through the field and into the white room behind it.
To the left and in front of the field there was a wall of computer monitoring equipment. It displayed dozens of dials, controls, and knobs. That must control the field, David thought as they both stepped into the room. Peter confirmed, “The dials to the left control and manage the diameter of the field and its strength. Isn’t it amazing?”—Peter waited for a response, but David ignored him. He looked with wonder in his eyes and continued to scan the room.
Finally, David asked, “What is it?”
“This is an artifact I brought back from Cairo,” Peter explained. “Haj and I found this five years ago, but he was going to turn the technology over to the Egyptian government—he was a spy, David!” Peter braced for a response, but David again was silent.
“I was hired by very top U.S. Government operatives to find and keep this technology away from the Egyptians and any other foreign power,” Peter announced. He expected an inquisitive response. This time, he received it.
“This field of energy is only about ten centimeters thick. There is nothing supporting it or containing it?” David said while he looked at it