God: Unclassified (Looking for Chemistry in Deserted Places)

THE FLY TRAP: MANHATTAN PROJECT DICK FEYNMAN'S ENCOUNTER WITH AN MIB (WHEN THEY SHOULD HAVE SENT A WOMAN)

Imagine that you are an MIT and Princeton trained astrophysicist, who, had participated in the Manhattan Project at Los Alamos, and, at least according to your account, every summer you would hop in your car to attempt a cross country trip to see the Pacific Ocean, like the location of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, not specific, and for unarticulated reasons, unexplained, like some aerial phenomenon, of late, formerly unknown and flying, you would unerringly and inevitably find yourself stuck somewhere, inescapably in the vicinity of Las Vegas, again, nothing specific, like Nellis Air Force Base or Area 51 presents a plausible fill in the blank. And then, you are not a gambling man, and some dude, in a conversation that, exactly how, you don't even know how it got started, and immediately this stranger has sized you up, and decided to provide you some assistance for which you had never asked, but suddenly found yourself interested to learn more.

If you ever bought a BMW Ain't Out Yet, and this fact pattern does not sound familiar, don't tell me you don't remember volunteering for the little eye test. Yeah. I have a few black suits. Why do ya ask?