Area One

I'm John Brown. I'm twenty-eight and I live 
With my mom. My height is five eleven 
And I think I'm blood type O-positive.
I like cars, vodka, mac & cheese, and toast.

There is nothing too special about me. 

I am average at best, and I am

Okay with that. The thing is that one day 

I was chillin on the couch thinking and...

The thought hit me! That damn thought hit me! Think 

About it, the bloody secretive place

Is called Area fifty-one. FIFTY-ONE!

That has to mean that there are at least let's

Say fifty other places like it right?

Who knows how many more come after the 

Fifty-one. For sure fifty-one is not 

The last one. Who ends something on such a 

Weird number? Mommy...mommy I learnt to 

Count to fifty-one! Doesn't sound right does it?

I might be an average john... humor 

Me. Do you really think we have all the 

Latest technology available

For the public? It might be a good thing. 

We might not be able to handle it. 

Here's a blender powered by a neutron 

Star. Imagine grandma handling that force.  

I think about what all kinds of stuff is 

In there. Fifty-one has probably been 

Compromised. It got too popular so 

They moved stuff to the others. I'm mad! I'm 

Not mad at them or that they are hiding 

Technology. I sort of agree with 

Them on that. I'm mad that they are lying. 

Imagine how much answers we could have 

If we entered into area one. I 

Would not even blink so I could see all

Flying objects, undisclosed elements, 

Experiments, creatures with wings, and scales, 

And skin different than my own, and things 

In the vaults, work on the tables and things 

Being tested. Engines of war concealed

Until the time is right or is it wrong? 

I don't know. Perhaps that is another 

Reason we are kept in the dark. Its so 

frustrating not knowing, maybe one day.