From: conspiracyirc@hotmail.com   
      
   Emily the Surfer Girl and the UFO   
      
   By: Luke Nichols   
   conspiracyirc@hotmail.com   
      
   Copyright © 2007 Luke Nichols   
      
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   The Sun was about to rise, and Roosters were crowing on that West Virginia   
   Farm. Michael had put on a pot of Coffee, as he leafed through his notes.   
   Walking over to the Craft, he patted the aluminum skin of it. He had framed   
   the Craft out of aluminum tubing, and secured the aluminum skin to it. The   
   cockpit was built inside, complete with seats. He had hoarked them from a 97   
   Toyota. The Craft had thirty, quad-processor computers, each one with   
   maximum memory and very large hard drives. He had put well placed   
   electromagnets all around the inside of the skin of the outer shell. He had   
   also placed them in the circular lift compartment. This would make the Craft   
   glide on the Earth's own natural geomagnetic field. He was really pleased   
   with his work. It had taken ten months to get to this step, but the best was   
   yet to come.   
      
      
   The circular lift compartment was a simple device. It was a wooden wheel,   
   about four foot in circumference. It had well placed electromagnetics on it   
   also. Each one had two rods coming up from it: one lead, and one copper.   
   Each rod had brushes, that made contact with two circular contact plates.   
   Those would hook to guages and his crowning achievement: The Brass Sphere.   
   Outside of the wooden wheel, was the outside of the circular lift   
   compartment. That too had well placed electromagnets. The wheel would spin   
   within that outer wheel, and the resulting field would give the Craft its   
   lift. Those two were hooked to the Brass Sphere. An aluminum shaft was   
   mounted as an axel within the wooden wheel, and each end of it was secured   
   to a ball bearing cup, one placed in the top of the Craft, and one on the   
   Bottom. It had a cog placed on it, with a chain going to a modified DC   
   motor. He had to use it to spin the wooden wheel. "This is going to be   
   sweet," Michael exclaimed.   
      
      
   The aluminum shaft would turn several generators he had ordered from an   
   Auto-Supply House. They were the old typed generators they used in   
   Volkswagons. These would power the lithium battery banks, which in turn   
   powered the Computers. The shaft and wheel would also act as a gyroscope,   
   keeping the craft upright. He was now going to fuel the fusion reactor,   
   which was going to be contained in the Brass Sphere. It looked about the   
   size of a basketball, just a little bit larger. He had to have it special   
   made. He told the machine shop that did it that he was using it for a   
   special smelter to smelt metals. They hadn't a clue. The Sphere opened on   
   hinges, with bolts holding the upper and lower pieces together. He had   
   already worked on the plasma field that would be contained within the   
   sphere. Within this, he would put his fuel for the Craft. He decided on a   
   lump of coal. He laughed when he thought of a UFO powered by a lump of coal.   
      
   He had almost got busted by Deputy Sheriff Mossell. He came by the house,   
   looking for, he didn't know what, but "Something strange," he said. "Look   
   Mike. We've got reports of strange noises, strange smells and strange lights   
   coming from up here. What you doing? Making Shine?" "No!," Michael   
   exclaimed, and decided playing dumb was the best way to handle it. The   
   entire exchange was finished as fast as it begun. The Deputy had to respond   
   to a house fire. Not only was he a Deputy, he was also a Volunteer Fireman.   
   "I'll be back," he said. He never did come back.   
      
   Michael placed black goggles over his eyes. He walked over and grabbed the   
   lump of coal. He placed it in the sphere, and closed it. The initial plasma   
   field would activate by regular house electricity. He bolted the bolts real   
   tight, torqueing them to an acceptable level of tightness. "Here goes." He   
   plugged in the Electric, and nothing happened at first. He then began to   
   hear a low humming sound. Checking his guage, finally it rose up. "Yes!, he   
   shouted. The plasma field worked. One more electric cord to ignite the coal.   
   He plugged it in, and checked another guage, finally it peaked. He was now   
   generating more power then every electric plant on the planet. Clicking a   
   bypass switch, he unplugged the Sphere, and it now was running off its own   
   energy, as well as every other thing on the Craft. Today's work was   
   finished. He slept.   
      
   When he awoke, he made scrambled eggs and toast. He walked out to the barn.   
   The Craft was making a low pitched hum still yet. He tethered the Craft and   
   had to test it out. He got in, and sit in the seat. Flipping a few switches,   
   he pushed a lever forward, and the Craft rose off the ground 4 foot. He   
   pulled back and it set back down. He checked his Computers. They were   
   compiling all the software to run the Craft. Not much longer. 84%. He had   
   time to work on something amazing now: A fourth dimensional room that was   
   attached to the Craft.   
      
   Since he was producing the most energy that man could produce on planet   
   Earth, he knew he could cause a causal rift in space and time contained   
   within the Craft. He had built the special door for it. It looked like a   
   plain doorframe, but when hooked up to Sphere, it would literally rip space   
   and time open, making him an opening. As he hooked up the frame, a white   
   light appeared and then it happened: Space and time were opened. He stuck   
   his hand inside. Cool to the touch. As long as he maintained hull integrity   
   in space, he could use this room as resting place while the Craft flew on   
   long trips. He flipped a switch, and the doorway closed, showing the rubber   
   matting that filled the entire outside of the craft. He needed that to keep   
   from being shocked to death. He opened a large door on the outside of the   
   Craft. He walked out and he lugged a sofa in. It was tricky business moving   
   the stuff into the fourth dimensional room, because he had to move it   
   inside, shut the door, pressurize the Craft and then open the other door to   
   the room inside. It took him almost two hours. It was well worth it, because   
   now he had a room he could be inside, and rest while the Craft was moving.   
      
   The computers were at 98%. "Almost finished," he thought.   
      
   He then went on the outside of the Craft and put up 45 photo electric plates   
   he had made. These would act like cameras, but were not necessarily cameras.   
   They were attached to a special viewing screen inside. It was no regular   
   Television. This would had a carbon gray screen, and it would only show   
   lights and shadowing. You couldn't watch American Idol on this TV.   
      
   The computers finally finished compiling and he installed all the new   
   software on every computer. These would run guages, the circular lift   
   chamber, everything in the Craft. It would also run another exciting feature   
   of the Craft: The Life Support. He had figured out a way to exact an   
   atmosphere within the Craft from plain water. The entire circumference of   
      
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