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My co-occupant's face had turned sour against me and I didn't miss the nervous glances from Smooth Dude in the front seat, who kept looking back worriedly at us.

"Save your preaching for the choir! I base my beliefs in the surety that there is nothing that will be impossible for us that we purpose to do when humanity comes together as one."

I shook my head and being at an end of words by which to witness to this man I turned my face away from him. The rest of the ride passed by with him drawn up in arrogance of the spirit of superiority, while humbly I mulled over inside all that I had learned and experienced today.

Truly the end was near and just as surely as God's Word foretold, "The meek will inherit the Earth."

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About a half hour later the SUV pulled down a series of streets leading to an old warehouse district. Idly I began to wonder if they thought they'd made a mistake with me and were even soon going to be leaving my bullet ridden corpse to rot in one of these old derelicts.

The SUV ventured ever deeper into the warehouse district until coming to the side wall of a rusty old looking deathtrap I watched with surprise as the ground just before the rusty banged up warehouse wall fell away into a smooth even decline until the mouth of a tunnel showed. The SUV dipped down underneath the warehouse wall to become unseen by the outside world.

Looking back I watched as daylight was shut off by the ascending ramp that had lowered to allow us access to this subterranean world no doubt in part funded by the several billion dollar budget allotted to NASA and other organizations like it each year.