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trade? 206 REVELATIONS briefings on that. A lot of it didn't make sense." "What do you mean?" "Well, for one thing, there was no theoretical work at the facility. And much of the physical research was inept. They told us that a team had cut up one of the reactors by sawing it off in two. When they tried to run it, the thing exploded in their faces. That took place in May 1987, before they expelled the Russians from the project." Indeed, that was absurd. No one in his right sense would have done this; a project manager would have stopped it. Lazar agreed: it did not make sense. Nor did his own presence there make sense. He said: "I'm no research physicist. If those were really alien disks, they should have had the best scientists in the country working on them. Instead they gave us these briefings and just told us to try anything we liked. Nothing was written down." "What did you have in the lab, on your workbench?" "I had a digital voltmeter," said Lazar. "That's all?" exclaimed one of my friends. "I also had an oscilloscope. That's it." Where were the X-ray inspection systems, the multichannel analyz- ers, the signal generators that are the standard tools of the high-tech Again we were hitting a wall of absurdity. Robert Lazar's experience had been pure theatre. "When did you stop working there?" I asked him. "In May 1988. Wait, maybe that was May 1989." "Which one was it?" "I don't remember. I'm confused about that." The confusion was too gross to be accounted for by simple distraction. "Do you ever have the impression that your memory of these events is worse than could be expected?" "My memory may have been tampered with," he said rather sadly. "What do you mean?" "There was a sort of infirmary in the back of that facility. They gave me all kinds of tests there." "Can you describe these tests?"