Musemuggers
Title: The Sixth Kind
Author: keppiehed
Word Count: 905
Prompt: (carefully places microphone on ground) (hobbles stage-left on cane) (cackles, turns into a million crows), sentient, static
A/N: Written for musemuggers, Challenge #505, options, #1 and #4.
Archival transcription of interview #440-2A, last known record of George Ogilvy.
Thursday, March 13, 1952
R-4808N(Area 51)
“Please say something into the microphone.”
“What do you want me to say? I don’t-”
“Okay, that’s our baseline. Audio levels are set.”
“What? I don’t-”
“Beginning interview number four four zero dash two A with subject George Ogilvy. I am Dr. [REDACTED], and I will be conducting the entirety of the session. Mr. Ogilvy, can you please confirm your identity for the record?”
“Um. Yes. I’m George Ogilvy.”
“Full name, please.”
“George Alfred Ogilvy.”
“And your birthdate?”
“I was born on May thirty-first, 1897.”
“Let’s begin. Do you know why you are here?”
“I’m being held against my will.”
“Let the record show that Mr. Ogilvy persists in a paranoid delusion of persecution by a governmental faction.”
“It’s true! I’m a prisoner here. Look! You have me handcuffed to the chair!”
“Those are restraints for your own safety. It’s been explained to you many times in the past.”
(an audible huff of air)
“Let’s continue. Can you explain in your own words the events of January sixth, 1949, as you recall them?”
“I’ve told you before.”
“I’d like to hear them again, please.”
(sounds of scuffs and a long pause)
“It won’t do any good. You people never listen.”
“You people?”
“I know who you are.”
“Who do you think I am, Mr. Ogilvy?”
(another long pause)
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does. Who do you think I am?”
“My doctor. Dr. [REDACTED].”
“You don’t really believe that, though, do you, Mr. Ogilvy?”
(silence)
“Yes. I just want to go home. Please, let me go. It’s been three years. What do you want from me?”
“You’re confused again. We’re trying to help you, Mr. Ogilvy. Describe the events of January sixth, 1949, as you remember them.”
(audible sigh)
“If I tell you, will you let me go?”
“I do not have the authority to make that sort of bargain. January sixth, Mr. Ogilvy. There was a crash near the border, is that correct?”
(long pause)
“Yes.”
“Did you witness this crash?”
(pause)
“No.”
“That isn’t what you have said in the past.”
“Please, I just want to go ho-”
“Mr. Ogilvy, you’re going to walk me through the events of January sixth. There was an airplane-aircraft-crash. You were present at the site. Tell me about the event.”
“I wasn’t a witness to the crash. I was the pilot.”
“Are you Russian? Cuban?”
“No.”
“The aircraft is foreign, you admit that?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about the bodies that we recovered. There were three.”
“I was the lone survivor. My brother was the co-pilot and my wife and daughter were passengers.”
(audible sniffing)
“What was your mission?”
“What?”
“Your mission. What was it?”
“I-we-didn’t have a mission. We just crashed.”
“You maintain your innocence. You say that you aren’t a spy. But your flight isn’t listed in any of the logs.”
“I’m not a spy!”
“You aren’t supposed to be here, are you, Mr. Ogilvy?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think the U.S. Governemnt is stupid? Do you think Rear Admiral Roscoe Hillenkoetter is stupid? Do you think President Harry S. Truman is stupid?”
“No! Of course not! What are you talking about?”
“Don’t lie to me, Ogilvy. You were there. I was there. This story you’ve been telling me is bullshit and we both know it.”
“I … I don’t know what you-”
“You’re not a spy?”
“No!”
“We cut open your brother. Your wife and little girl.”
“Oh, God!”
(sobbing)
“We know what you are. Just say it. Say it, and then you can go.”
“You … you won’t ever … let me go ...”
“I will, George. Just play it straight with me. I have the autopsies right here in my hand. I know it anyway, but I want to hear it from you. Where did you come from?”
“It was … a mistake … just looking for ...”
(muffled crying obscures words for forty-four seconds of tape)
“Yes, we can do that if you agree to speak clearly into the microphone when we resume the session.”
(scrapes)
“Mr. [REDACTED], please come in. Yes, it’s fine. I need you to unlock Mr. Ogilvy’s restraints.”
(inaudible)
“I said I’ll sign the form. I’m in charge here, [REDACTED]. Just take off the manacles. Jesus. We’re getting his testimony here.”
(inaudible)
“If you balk, I’m going straight to [REDACTED] with this. The full weight of this is on you.”
(audible clicks)
“Thank you. I said I’ll sign the form when we’re through. Don’t give me that bullshit. I will. It’s as good as done. Now give me time alone to finish the session. We’re this close.”
(door closes)
“How are you holding up, Mr. Ogilvy? Are you ready to resume our talk? Mr. Ogilvy, what are you … oh, Jesus, what’s … [REDACTED], get back in here, now!”
(audible clattering)
“What the hell?”
“What happened in here? Where did all these birds come from?”
“I don’t know! He just looked at me and then just dissolved into a million crows! I’ve never seen anything like it!”
“You knew he was avian; why did you unlock him?”
“Shut up and help me secure the perimeter. We need to shut this down before [REDACTED] gets wind of this.”
“Hey, are we still on? Is that thing still recording?”
“Turn it off! Turn it-”
(static)
End recording
Author: keppiehed
Word Count: 905
Prompt: (carefully places microphone on ground) (hobbles stage-left on cane) (cackles, turns into a million crows), sentient, static
A/N: Written for musemuggers, Challenge #505, options, #1 and #4.
Archival transcription of interview #440-2A, last known record of George Ogilvy.
Thursday, March 13, 1952
R-4808N(Area 51)
“Please say something into the microphone.”
“What do you want me to say? I don’t-”
“Okay, that’s our baseline. Audio levels are set.”
“What? I don’t-”
“Beginning interview number four four zero dash two A with subject George Ogilvy. I am Dr. [REDACTED], and I will be conducting the entirety of the session. Mr. Ogilvy, can you please confirm your identity for the record?”
“Um. Yes. I’m George Ogilvy.”
“Full name, please.”
“George Alfred Ogilvy.”
“And your birthdate?”
“I was born on May thirty-first, 1897.”
“Let’s begin. Do you know why you are here?”
“I’m being held against my will.”
“Let the record show that Mr. Ogilvy persists in a paranoid delusion of persecution by a governmental faction.”
“It’s true! I’m a prisoner here. Look! You have me handcuffed to the chair!”
“Those are restraints for your own safety. It’s been explained to you many times in the past.”
(an audible huff of air)
“Let’s continue. Can you explain in your own words the events of January sixth, 1949, as you recall them?”
“I’ve told you before.”
“I’d like to hear them again, please.”
(sounds of scuffs and a long pause)
“It won’t do any good. You people never listen.”
“You people?”
“I know who you are.”
“Who do you think I am, Mr. Ogilvy?”
(another long pause)
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does. Who do you think I am?”
“My doctor. Dr. [REDACTED].”
“You don’t really believe that, though, do you, Mr. Ogilvy?”
(silence)
“Yes. I just want to go home. Please, let me go. It’s been three years. What do you want from me?”
“You’re confused again. We’re trying to help you, Mr. Ogilvy. Describe the events of January sixth, 1949, as you remember them.”
(audible sigh)
“If I tell you, will you let me go?”
“I do not have the authority to make that sort of bargain. January sixth, Mr. Ogilvy. There was a crash near the border, is that correct?”
(long pause)
“Yes.”
“Did you witness this crash?”
(pause)
“No.”
“That isn’t what you have said in the past.”
“Please, I just want to go ho-”
“Mr. Ogilvy, you’re going to walk me through the events of January sixth. There was an airplane-aircraft-crash. You were present at the site. Tell me about the event.”
“I wasn’t a witness to the crash. I was the pilot.”
“Are you Russian? Cuban?”
“No.”
“The aircraft is foreign, you admit that?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about the bodies that we recovered. There were three.”
“I was the lone survivor. My brother was the co-pilot and my wife and daughter were passengers.”
(audible sniffing)
“What was your mission?”
“What?”
“Your mission. What was it?”
“I-we-didn’t have a mission. We just crashed.”
“You maintain your innocence. You say that you aren’t a spy. But your flight isn’t listed in any of the logs.”
“I’m not a spy!”
“You aren’t supposed to be here, are you, Mr. Ogilvy?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think the U.S. Governemnt is stupid? Do you think Rear Admiral Roscoe Hillenkoetter is stupid? Do you think President Harry S. Truman is stupid?”
“No! Of course not! What are you talking about?”
“Don’t lie to me, Ogilvy. You were there. I was there. This story you’ve been telling me is bullshit and we both know it.”
“I … I don’t know what you-”
“You’re not a spy?”
“No!”
“We cut open your brother. Your wife and little girl.”
“Oh, God!”
(sobbing)
“We know what you are. Just say it. Say it, and then you can go.”
“You … you won’t ever … let me go ...”
“I will, George. Just play it straight with me. I have the autopsies right here in my hand. I know it anyway, but I want to hear it from you. Where did you come from?”
“It was … a mistake … just looking for ...”
(muffled crying obscures words for forty-four seconds of tape)
“Yes, we can do that if you agree to speak clearly into the microphone when we resume the session.”
(scrapes)
“Mr. [REDACTED], please come in. Yes, it’s fine. I need you to unlock Mr. Ogilvy’s restraints.”
(inaudible)
“I said I’ll sign the form. I’m in charge here, [REDACTED]. Just take off the manacles. Jesus. We’re getting his testimony here.”
(inaudible)
“If you balk, I’m going straight to [REDACTED] with this. The full weight of this is on you.”
(audible clicks)
“Thank you. I said I’ll sign the form when we’re through. Don’t give me that bullshit. I will. It’s as good as done. Now give me time alone to finish the session. We’re this close.”
(door closes)
“How are you holding up, Mr. Ogilvy? Are you ready to resume our talk? Mr. Ogilvy, what are you … oh, Jesus, what’s … [REDACTED], get back in here, now!”
(audible clattering)
“What the hell?”
“What happened in here? Where did all these birds come from?”
“I don’t know! He just looked at me and then just dissolved into a million crows! I’ve never seen anything like it!”
“You knew he was avian; why did you unlock him?”
“Shut up and help me secure the perimeter. We need to shut this down before [REDACTED] gets wind of this.”
“Hey, are we still on? Is that thing still recording?”
“Turn it off! Turn it-”
(static)
End recording