Dr. Richard Smiley

To my two followers, I am very reluctant to get involved in whatever mess you and your friend Lisa have gotten yourself into. However, it's not in my nature to do nothing if I am able to help. So, I will continue to post my blogs in hopes of getting you some useful information.

Dr. Smiley, as I mentioned before, was the newest member of the Colorado Team. That didn't stop the men from accepting him as their own. My grandfather always described him as a "squirrelly little fella, real nervous."

Since no other meteors hit the test site, Dr. Smiley occupied his time with the Godspeech and acting as a sort of court jester. Grandad said he never stopped looking or acting like a teenager, which made him good for a laugh out there away from all other forms of entertainment.

When it came time for the men to return home, Dr. Smiley seemed the most heartbroken to be leaving his friends. He took them all out for a final beer and then they parted ways. Over the years, Dr. Lauren and Dr. Patterson would come visit us and Grandad would take trips to see their families, but Dr. Smiley never visited. He would still write and call very regularly, but I could tell my Grandfather was heartbroken at going so many years without seeing his old friend.

Last I heard, he was finally ready to come visit. Unfortunately, that visit was to take place the same week Grandad passed, so he never came. I really would've loved to meet him.

The Godspeech

My Grandfather and the men he worked with would always keep my head swimming with amazing stories when I was a boy, but the ones that stuck with me trough adulthood were about the "Godspeech". They are recordings, usually something uninteresting and trivial, news broadcasts, people reading poetry,etc. They would put them out in the test sites and when they went back to listen they would be garbled and new sounds would be added, usually music or morse code blips.

They spent a good while trying to figure out what had happened and if it meant anything, finally coming to the conclusion that it was merely coincidence. I, however, totally disagree. There has to be some outside force influencing these recordings to make them sound like this. I've included one here and you can clearly hear 'designation' or 'destination' DM17JN10 in the scrambles. That was absolutely not on the original tape.

Anyway, I digress, my Grandad and his colleagues found and cataloged something like 3 years worth of "godspeech" recordings. Most of them sounded like they were telling a horrifying story about the end of the world and a rift in reality.

Obviously I'm fascinated with them, but I can't seem to find anymore of them. Hopefully I can find more in with his personals or around his house when we go through them.

Dr. Robert Patterson

My grandfather had very few close friends in his life time. Robert Patterson was not one of them.

As I mentioned in my earlier blog, these four men spent months and years trapped in the mountains together with infrequent and rarely friendly contact with the rest of the world. They did have supervisors and company higher-ups who would visit daily to check progress, but they would never stay to see the actual work being done.

This naturally made the four of them as close to brothers as they could get. However, being someones brother doesn't mean you have to like them. Dr. Patterson would constantly butt heads with grandad on minor issues simply to prove a point. My grandfather was a few years younger than Patterson, but very obviously his intellectual superior and that is what drove a wedge between them. Grandad would always say watching him work was like watching an angry child with a broken toy.

I think before I tell this story about Patterson, it is important that I mention there were not always four men. The team hired was originally only three. That lasted all of six weeks because of Patterson's stubborn ego.

When the previously mentioned meteor struck near the test site, he went by himself to investigate. After hearing there was nothing interesting to see, Patterson was determined to find something worth presenting and making my grandfather look like a hack. All he could come up with is the theory that this sort of thing may happen again and they would need a astrophysicist and/or space rock specialist in case it did. It was then Dr. Richard Smiley was added to the team, rounding off the four.

A few years back, Dr. Patterson passed away. Our family went to the funeral and paid our respects, but Grandad had to get in one last jab and reminded the open casket that he was also better at not dying.

The work of Stephen Klein and his colleagues.

In my last entry I mentioned the kind of work my grandfather would do. Here, I will elaborate a bit to make things a little easier to follow. Several years ago, I think in the 60's or 70's,the US government put together a project to attempt to make nuclear weapons a viable war tool. They wanted to be able to blow up the bad guys without annhialating everything in a 50 mile radius of the bad guys. My grandfather, along with Dr. Lauren, Dr.patterson and Dr. Smiley would facilitate these
tests and expieriments.

Generally, this meant unbearably long stays in secluded mountain labs, crunching numbers. Sometimes,this meant exploding bombs. My grandad always said watching them go off was worth the three months of
prep work.

In order to test the bomb sites for living people, they would place common objects from a persons home near the test site and test it for Radio Activity at different incrememnts. The cool thing is, sometimes the bombs would be way too powerful and destroy whatever they put out. My gramps has a treasure chest full of cool, mangled, melted and otherwise unrecognisable stuff. The coolest of all are the recordings he called "godspeech". I'll go into more detail about that later, but trust me, it's really fascinating.

That is my grandads job description in a nutshell. He blew stuff up and did a lot of math, he couldn't have picked a better profession.

Dr.Horatio Lauren

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When I was very young, my grandad would tell me stories of the good ol' days in the lab and out
out in the Fields working to perfect a new technology and a new kind of warfare. He would
especially rave about his good friend and fellow nuclear physicist, Dr. Lauren. This man is who I'd like to
focus my first blog entry on.

Dr. Horatio Lauren is, as my grandad remembers, a very stubborn and haphazardous individual. Once,
while working with "people-friendly" nuclear warheads in Colorado, there was a strange flash
behind and slightly to the left of the original bomb site and mushroom cloud. The suggestion
was to allow the site to "de-activate" or lose it's radio activity before going and investigating
the weirdness. However, Dr. Lauren, being as he was, couldn't wait and dragged my grandad along
to see what had happened.

Luckily, it was nothing more than space debris they assumed was just in the wrong place at the
wrong time, but this gives you an idea of not only what I mean when I say "haphazardous individual"
but also the kind of pull this man had on my granfathers free will.

They stayed fast friends up until just a few years ago, I don't even think he knows of gramps
passing. I wonder how the old fella is doing...