"After Roswell", A.H. Roberts [the best motivational books txt] 📗

from. I'm not sure if their technology can even deliver a signal far enough to be picked up. Right now with the devices examined. This could be my only instrument that has potential. With the time period. Its a huge invention for these humans. How this very piece of technology will advance them further into the future. Maybe a future encounter with my people. I only hope that this tower can push the limits. Somehow these primitive devices made themselves aware outside their solar system. This capability makes me believe that I still have hope. At this moment I'm glad to find what Hank was talking about. I'm very glad I meant him. Hank prepared me for what to expect out there. By just observing him and letting me in his life. I was able to gather much intel on the human species. Even for the short time it lasted.
I park the truck up to the building. Once I exit the trunk. I take the brief walk, following the short path to the door. Its locked as I try to open it. When to the side of the door. I spot a button. As I'm pushing the button. A buzzing sound can be heard inside. A man opens the door. But leaves it cracked. Just enough so he can talk."Yes can I help you. This station is on the air right now". His saying for their activity doesn't make sense. So I ask the question that has ponder me from the beginning."I'm sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to ask a question. Is the broadcasting coming from this location"? My question seems to have made the individual angry."What? Did you just heard what I told you. ON THE AIR RIGHT NOW.! So yes. This is were the broadcasting is coming from". He shuts the door in a rude manner. He didn't even give me time to ask any other questions. Especially about the facility that harbors the radio tower. I'm about to walk down the stairs. When I see a taped up paper on the building."HELP WANTED" Underneath those bold words. It states that their looking for person to run the sound boards and maintain the electronic equipement. With this in mind. I might take the employment. This gives me access to the tower for transmitting a signal. Even employed at the bar. A desire to see Mary again. This is a oppourtunity that I can't pass up. I might finish the shift tonight? But will be my last time working at the bar. Its necessary I get employed by the radio station. Might be my only way to get rescued? It will take time for a ship to get here. So the sooner the transmission is beamed out into space the quicker I can get off this planet. This job at the bar was just a stepping stone. A way to get my foot in the door. Even with the funds in the suitcase. I have to act in a normality these humans are accustomed to. Working a job was just a way to observe more human interactions. Now I have a chance. Not only to examined their equipment. But be able to work around it. Learning how those devices work. I'll understand how to connect my hardware to their technology. Only reason to get inside the station. I have no idea how it operates on the inside? These humans have been here for only a short amount of time. Compared to most of the other animal species I've read about. Still. These humans are clueless about their broadcasting capabilities. Those signals that they transmit to one another on a daily basis have made it out into space. This way of inventing leads to bigger ideas. This gives me more insight into their minds. So far its alot of confusion surrounding my brain. In efforts to get rescue and continue to know more about Mary. My human feelings are still blocking my goals. These factors keep me from the reality of my true identity and purpose. As I'm driving away from the station. I find its going to be hard telling Thomas that I won't be working at the bar any longer. Sort of have mixed emotions about departing on short notice. Yet with the chance to get rescued. There is a deep urge inside. A urge to know more about the people I just meant. But I must stay focus on the plan. Remain focus on getting rescued.
Driving back into town. I park the truck near the motel. Entering the lobby. I approach the front desk. Once again, ringing the bell for service. Like before. The old man, with such casual manner, comes from behind the door."Hey fella. Good to see you again. Hope your enjoying your stay". I have no attention of confering with the old man. At least much more than needed."If no bother can I use your phone. If available". His expression looks prepared."Sorry don't let people use the phone. Unless its a emergency". I'm about to beg the old man. But he gives in."You know. Since you been helping me out. Guess I could let you use the phone?" He opens the locked door next to the front desk, letting me in. Behind the desk, in the next room, this is where the old man lives. Thats why he is always coming out from behind that door. He shows me the kitchen where the phone is at. I've learned to use one before. I dial the number to the radio station. A voice comes through the other end. "ALQ 88.3 this is Larry. How can help you?" I get to the point."My name is Luke McDermont. Referring about the job opening. When is a good time to come in"? A pause at the moment from the other end. "Well...... I guess you can come in first thing on Monday". With silent excitement in my face. I can't believe stumbling on luck would be the reason in granting me access. My people don't count on luck. Not consider a part of our mental structure."That be great. I'll come in on Monday". I hang up the phone, thanking the old man. I'm realizing things are getting better. Should research a little on the topics of their radio technology? Designs offer different depths in broadcasting a signal. Components and electrical parts must be learned. So I have some idea what I'm doing during my interview. Need to prove I can work the equipment. I'll do some research in my room before my shift at the bar.
After some research I realize its time go. I hop into my truck. Driving toward the bar. Parking infront of the bar. I prepare to tell Thomas the news. When opening the door. I see Mary and her father are mingling with customers, laughing at their jokes. Thomas looks in the direction of the entrance. A huge smile at me as he walks down the bar."Hey Luke. I'm glad your here. Got a delivery that needs unpacking". I want to offer the assistance right away. But first its better I just come clean."Thomas I hate to tell you this". My vocal cords freeze, it takes me a few minutes to speak. He begins to get unpatient."Well come out with it boy". I finally tell him."I got a job at the local radio station". He turns around. Revealing a unpleasant expression. He shakes his head about my decision. "Thats not good. Thought you work here longer then one shift". Very slightly. I hang my head in shame. With nothing else to say. I wait for his response."Can you at least work tonight. I'll pay you later". My head raises with eyes onto his. I'm happy, but making sure not to reveal it in my facial expressions. Its good he is acting in a civil matter. Instead of becoming furious. Feeling whole alot better on the departure."No problem. I'll work tonight as scheduled". He puts his hand out."Well I heard you work pretty good last night. Going be sad to lose ya". He leaves, walking down to the other end of the bar. Thomas is right. How sad it will be to leave. I was starting to enjoy working at the bar. All the encounters with these humans. Also I have Mary's face burnt into my retinas. Yet when a plan to get rescued goes from impossible to possible, things change. I head to the back of the storage area. Up above I turn on the light. The room is filled with barrels of beer and boxes of liquor. I put the boxes on the shelves and roll the barrels to the racks, leaning them up against the wall. With the job complete. I walk out of the storage area. Before close the door, Mary is behind me."See you later Luke". I stop instantly from the sound of her voice."Yes. You as well. I'll be back at seven. Got some stops to make". As I exit the bar she follows me out. My feet stop once again to the sound of her voice."Think I can come along with you". I stutter in my mind, trying to piece together what she just had said to me."Sure?" We go outside to my truck. Happy that she is coming along for the ride. Again my human emotions have blinded me from other priorities at hand. I want to understand more about these humans. But have more pressing issues to deal with. Still I allow her to ride with me for my company. I don't have many contacts here in the city. Hank was the only person I knew. The only human I could trust. We drive to Walkers Attire. I'm picking up some presentable clothes for the new job. She talks most of the short way to the store. I'm lost by her smooth vocalization. As she talks on about her time living in Alburquerque and how she desires to see other places. Mary reminds me of someone I loved once. We reach our destination. I pull over, parking near the store.
As we walk in. I'm greeted by the same man from before. Still in the same clothes. With Mary beside me I make a quick selection, trying to complete the errands of the day. I pay for the items, letting Mary talk. I love her voice, keeping myself from interrupting her. We go back to the truck, driving to the motel. Earlier the old man ask me to fix the electrical problem in one of the rooms. Figure I get this out of the way, making the frail man happy. Tough task to run a housing facility at such an old age. All the daily problems must make him tired. We enter the motel when Mary stops at the front door."You live at the motel?. It seems all mirth that was present before had left her body. By the fact I have no home. At least on this planet. I don't lets it bother me."Yes. For the time being. Until I find more suitable place. Really didn't plan on staying long". We start to walk toward the desk and with the bang of the bell the old man comes from the door. "Luke, how are you doing? You been gone most of the day. Thinking you wouldn't return". Little laugh emerges from my thoat. "Well I had a busy day. I'm here to fix that problem for you. By the way. This is my friend Mary". I never ask for his name since I checked in. So unable to make an actual proper introduction. The old man comes from behind the desk and with her hand in his. In a courteous manner, kisses it."Well welcome to the Pueblo Motel. A friend of Lukes is a friend of mine". With errands to run. I break-up the cordial moment."Like I promised. I'm going to take care of the problem