‘I was told this wasn’t going to be a waste of my time,’ Erica Steinman snapped as she was escorted down a dimly illuminated corridor.‘Don’t worry Professor,’ Mr Stewart, the Director of the facility chuckled back. ‘I’m sure what we’ve got here will spark even your imagination.’ The two of them proceeded further into the research complex. Through five sets of high security doors. Passes required at each, and finally, a large black door requiringhand prints, voice identification and a retinal scan from the Director.‘This is where we keep the top secret stuff,’ Mr Stewart said as Professor Steinman gavehim a questioning look.‘I am not interested in your nick-knacks from the stars,’ she clucked. ‘I am here to seethe artefact described in the dossier.’ ‘And see it you shall,’ Mr. Stewart nodded as the door opened to reveal a myriad of activity. People in lab coats buzzed to and fro from various contraptions. Experiments of all kinds were being conducted on large space-ships, on strange plant life that resided inlarge greenhouses and in one room, a large robot was tentatively mixing compoundstogether while its operators cowered behind steel walls that were at least six-feet thick. The room itself looked to have been carved into the very rock of a large system of caves. The lab stations set up around the area were positioned where there was space.‘How was it discovered?’ Steinman asked quizzically.‘That’s the unusual part,’ Stewart said. ‘It’s giving off an energy signature.’ ‘What kind of energy?’ ‘That’s what you’re here to tell us,’ Stewart winked at her as they strode up the centreisle of the lab. ‘That’s how we found it in the first place. We built the facility around theartefact. When we were unable to excavate it, we orchestrated the entire base and thebuildings above to be designed and built simply to keep it from the public.’ ‘A strange use of the tax-payers dollars,’ Professor Steinman frowned. ‘Is it reallyconsidered to be that valuable?’ ‘What?’ Mr. Stewart frowned. ‘I doubt there’s anything on Earth worth more than thisfind. The prospect alone would send the conspiracy theorists into a frenzy.’ ‘You say it cannot be moved?’ Steinman cut in, getting right to the heart of the matter asthey passed by tables filled with oddments and strange devices.‘Not an inch,’ Mr. Stewart replied, scratching his greying hair idly. ‘We tried everything.Cranes, bulldozers, explosives, we even tried hitting it with a car. It’s just … stuck. Wecan’t move it at all. We cleared every single spec of the rock it was buried in and there’s just absolutely no way it will budge. We dug away the rock it was standing on and now it just floats in the air with no aid whatsoever.’ Steinman straightened her glasses and looked over at Stewart.‘Well then, Director,’ she said with half a smile. ‘You have succeeded in sparking myimagination.’ Steinman approached the large platform carved out of the rock around theimmovable object.‘You say it has been here how long?’ ‘At least two-thousand years from what we’ve gathered,’ Stewart replied. ‘It was just …there. As though it just appeared in the rock almost a mile down. No indication of how itgot there. At first we thought of mudslides but there’s been none in the last hundred years. Not in New York. It was here long before the turn of the last millennium, forget lastcentury.’ ‘Well … that’s surely impossible,’ Steinman replied, aghast.‘I agree,’ Stewart nodded. ‘Impossible, and yet, there it is.’ Steinman stepped up and regarded the object suspiciously.‘Is it safe to touch?’ She inquired.