A Story of an Encounter with a Teleporter E-Book

Mostyn Heilmannovsky

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

My friend has some secrets, but I would have never guessed that he has or maybe still is working for a company, which constructs secret technological machines, which enable you to teleport yourself from A to B.

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Mostyn Heilmannovsky

A Story of an Encounter with a Teleporter

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

A story of an Encounter with a Teleporter

A history of an encounter with a teleporter

Since the rumors have spread about secret technologies, many people have

Written books and articles on these technologies. Especially the alternative media has caught more than glimpse on this delicate subject of secret technologies, which according to the testifiers, is being hidden from humanity for various reasons, which will not be touched upon, because of the extreme complexity of these theories. The most important or vital thing, which one may add, is, that this theme is for sure being presented in a very different light and there are certainly many things, which exist, which are not known by the majority of mankind at this day and age.

This story tells the tale of one of these secret technologies, which have been probably well hidden and concealed from the public eye. But in this story technology of teleportation is going to soon play a role, albeit influence the content of this story, which is about a man, who claims to have been using teleportation devices for decades.

So, let me commence and unfold the encounter with this man, that I had on the 5th of June, on a sunny day on the Island of Kauai, one of the Hawaiian Islands. This day was actually not really a special day, it, in fact, began as a usual one and not at all out of the ordinary, but perhaps I was destined to meet this man, who really would leave an impact on me. So, on this 5th of June in the year of 1988 I was driving on the street to a friend of mine. Whilst driving I enjoyed the succulent fresh breeze, which came straight from the pacific, who really seemed to be placid and calm for the last few days. Then something strange happened, while I was driving on this street to my friend. The queer thing was, that I had already driven this route from the place, where I was staying, to my friend, multiple times and still it always had something in store: something to endeavor or notice. But maybe it was already the car, which passed my car, as I had approximately surpassed a half of the distance to my friend’s place, which also was quite a curious vestige of some Hawaiian nineteenth century extravagant romantic cottage or should I say posh villa with a strong rustic touch to it, which I cannot really put into words at the moment. This car was strange in a way, which I cannot describe, maybe it was the chassis or the mere fact, that it was kind of out of date, which made me wonder. For some time I thought about the car and thought: “This really was some kind of car, some model of old fashioned construction. I thought, that this kind of cars isn’t built anymore. But I guess, that there is always something which surprises you, especially when you are not expecting one.” I was so entrenched by the notion about the car, that I almost had an accident if I can correctly recall. Time flew and I drove onto the short path leading me to my friend’s abode. Everything was so lush and teeming with life, because of the special vegetation on Hawaii. Palm trees and sycamore trees greeted my arrival. I stopped the car and got out it. Everything seemed so quiet and placid, and for a moment I savored the wonderful surroundings and inhaled the fresh succulent air of the ocean. Then I approached the door of my friend, feeling good and relaxed. Gently I rang his doorbell and waited a while because I was used to my friend usually not coming to the door right away, for he was normally occupied with several jobs, which seemed to engulf his time so much, that he would tend to forget his surroundings. But this time it was different, my friend would not come to the door, where I was waiting for him to open the door for me.