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Episode 19: The Roswell Revolt!
The children’s story, “Wrong Turn to Roswell,” by USA Today and The New York Times bestselling author S.E. Smith started with episode 1 and 2 in the Vision Magazine, published on Dec. 21, 2017. The magazines are available for free at rdrnews.com/special-publications.
The story continues in the Vision section of the Roswell Daily Record, which started Sept. 23.
What happened: A spaceship with a vacationing robot family had to land for repairs in the back of an artist’s welding studio in Roswell. The robot father Copper and their mother Diamond warn their son Iron and his sister Carbon to not get into trouble. Despite the warning, the kids run out after their dog Rover One and encounter two human boys, Alan and Matt. The boys promise to help, but the robots are in danger to be found because of Dr. Lancer who is an instructor at Eastern New Mexico University-Roswell. A mob gathers, but Alan has a plan. Together with the help of Stanton Friedman, Roswell Daily Record reporter Christina Stock, the Roswell Police Department’s Chief Deputy Shane Baker and the publisher of the Roswell Daily Record, Barbara Beck, the robots hide successfully in plain site as art in the welder studio of Alan’s mom. The next morning, they find out that photos were leaked, and the decision is made to announce the reality of alien robots in Roswell at the UFO Festival and GalactiCon planning committee meeting in the UFO Museum. The reception is friendly, but Iron and Matt sneak downstairs to meet the tourists with Alan and Carbon in pursuit to stop them, but they are too late and a confrontation with tourists and locals is unavoidable. Fortunately, it ends well. The next day, the robot kids attend school and Carbon saves Alan from a bully. Is there more than friendship between these two? Will Matt and Iron start a band?
Alan gazed with wide eyes at the numerous military vehicles and personnel moving around the fenced parking area next to his home. He winced when Carbon tightened her fingers around his. She murmured a quick apology.
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“Do you think my mom and dad are alright?” Carbon anxiously asked.
“Everything will be fine, Carbon,” Jennifer responded.
Alan listened as his mom instructed the Bluetooth assist to call Miss Christina. The dial tone and ringing sounded unusually loud in the tense silence of the van. His mom released a sigh of relief when Miss Christina answered on the third ring.
“Hi Jennifer,” Miss Christina cheerfully greeted.
“Hi Christina. Listen, I don’t have much time. There are a lot of military personnel at my place. I think we need to activate our own troops,” Jennifer quickly stated.
“I’ll take care of it,” Miss Christina said after a brief silence.
“Thank you,” his mom replied before she disconnected the call.
“Alan and me could create a distraction while you make a run for it with Iron and Carbon. I saw that in a movie the other day,” Matt suggested.
“That won’t be necessary, Matt, but thank you for your suggestion,” Jennifer replied.
“So, what’s going to happen?” Alan asked.
His mom glanced up at the rearview mirror and gave him a reassuring smile. He could still see the worry in her eyes, but she had a glint of determination, too. He knew when his mom had that look in her eye that everything would be OK.
“Don’t worry, honey. Stan was afraid something like this might happen. He suggested before he left that the members of the Alien Festival and GalactiCon planning committee have a contingency plan in place in case it did,” his mom replied.
“Oh, OK. I’m going to miss him,” Alan said in a solemn voice.
His mom looked at him again in the mirror. “We all will. I’m glad we had a chance to meet him. He was a very special man,” she said.
Alan nodded and sat back. His mom slowed the van to a stop in her normal parking spot. In seconds, the van was surrounded by soldiers.
“What are we going to do, Miss Whitehead?” Matt asked.
“We are going to wait for reinforcements,” she said in a soothing voice.
“I like the sound of that,” Iron replied, staring out the window.
“Me, too,” Carbon said.
Alan turned to look at her. There was a slight shimmer of oil in her eyes. He gave a reassuring squeeze to her hand.
“If my mom says not to worry, then we don’t need to worry. She is never wrong,” Alan said.
Jennifer chuckled. “I’ll remind you of that later … multiple times,” she teased.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Alan joked.
He swallowed when one of the soldiers tapped on the window. His mom pursed her lips before she pressed the button and lowered it. The soldier glanced in the back at Carbon and Iron before he looked back at his mom.
“I need for all of you to exit the vehicle with your hands up,” the soldier ordered.
“Of course,” his mom said in a pleasant voice.
“But…,” Matt started to protest.
His mom turned and shot Matt a glare of warning. “We’ll do what the man asked … for now,” she instructed before she gave Matt a quick wink.
Matt’s eyes widened. “Oh … yeah … for now,” he repeated.
Alan wanted to roll his eyes. Now Matt gets it! Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the van when the side door opened. He lifted his hands in the air and stepped to the side so that Iron could stand beside him. Through the opening, he could see Carbon and Matt.
“Now what?” Jennifer said.
“This way,” the soldier ordered, motioning for them to move in the direction of where a large, dark black semi-trailer was parked.
Alan stumbled when Iron bumped into him. He could see the other boy was afraid. He didn’t blame him when he saw the two men behind him watching them with grim expressions.
Swallowing down his fear, he started forward again. He’d only taken a few steps when the sounds of horns filled the air. He could feel his mouth drop open when lines of cars from every direction began to circle the property. He could see Miss Christina’s white truck at the very front. There were cars, trucks, motorcycles and even people on bicycles!
Next to Miss Christina stood the members of the Roswell Alien Festival and GalactiCon planning committee, Chief Deputy Shane Baker, Herb Lancer, Miss Anne from Stellar’s, and Matt’s parents. Alan’s mouth hung even lower when he saw that even Pete from school was there!
“What is going on?!” an older man in a uniform growled.
“Gen. Adams, we have two of the aliens,” the soldier announced.
“Carbon, Iron!” Diamond called.
Alan watched as Diamond and Copper emerged from their spaceship. He grinned when Rover One ran ahead of them. The robotic dog paused to scratch behind his ear a few feet from Gen. Adams.
“What is that thing?” Gen. Adams demanded, turning to look at Rover One.
Rover One sneezed and stood up. He trotted over to sniff Gen. Adams’ pant leg. Alan watched in horror as Rover One lifted his back leg.
“Rover One, NO!” Carbon cried out even as her pet left a thin line of oil along the general’s neatly pressed pant leg and shiny black shoe.
Silence descended around the area. It was as if even those surrounding the fence were holding their breaths to see what would happen next. It was one of those weird moments where time stood still.
Alan could see Copper standing with his arm protectively wrapped around Diamond. He could feel Iron’s hand on his shoulder. Matt’s gasp was frozen on his lips while Carbon’s face was flushed with horror.
It took a moment for him to recognize the sound coming from his mom. Her laughter started out softly but grew until it filled the air. She tilted her head and grinned at the expression of distaste on the general’s face.
“That is Rover One,” she introduced.
“An alien puppy, I presume?” Gen. Adams dryly replied.
“He has a slight problem with leaking,” Jennifer chuckled.
Gen. Adams looked over to where Copper and Diamond were standing. His gaze swept over them before turning to Carbon and Iron. He looked down at Rover One who was now sitting in front of him with a sloppy grin on his metal face and his tongue hanging out. He finally looked out over the large crowd that had formed.
“It looks like you called half of New Mexico,” Gen. Adams stated.
“Just Roswell, but I’m sure there will be more arriving,” his mom confidently stated.
Gen. Adams turned to look at Diamond and Copper again. The soldiers around him stiffened when Carbon stepped forward to scoop Rover One up in her arms. Alan moved to stand next to her.
“General, why don’t we go inside? I’m sure you’d like to talk with Diamond and Copper,” his mom suggested.
The general looked at the crowd. It was continuing to grow. Alan grinned at Miss Christina. She smiled back at him and winked. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his mom. She was right — everything would be alright. The citizens of Roswell wouldn’t let anything happen to their newest residents.
“I could use a cup of coffee and some stain remover,” Gen. Adams finally agreed.
“I have just the thing to get the oil out. Rover One has been so stubborn about being spaceship broken,” Diamond said with an apologetic smile.
“I still say we picked out a defective unit. That is why it had been returned,” Copper added.
Alan saw the general’s expression change to one of bemusement. He glanced at his mom. She winked back at him.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“What for?” she asked.
“For always being right,” he answered, looking at Diamond and Copper chatting with Gen. Adams while everyone else followed behind them.
Episode 20: Making a Deal
“Wrong Turn To Roswell continues June 30 with episode 20: Making a Deal
S.E. Smith is a New York Times, USA TODAY and international award-winning author of science-fiction, fantasy, paranormal and contemporary works for children, young adults and adults. She enjoys writing a wide variety of genres that pull her readers into worlds that take them away. Smith was part of last year’s UFO Festival and GalactiCon where she gathered more information about the town and its people to include in her story. Smith has a book series about the fictitious town Magic, New Mexico, which was inspired by her first trip to our area in 2015 and is located somewhere between Roswell, Artesia and Carlsbad. Readers can check out her website at sesmithfl.com and chat with her on Facebook at facebook.com/se.smith.5 or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.