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NASA Sending Probe to Saturn
Plissken writes "Nasa along with the European Space Agency and the Italian Space Agency have launched a towards Saturn in hopes of obtaining vital data to help understand the mysterious, vast region. The Cassini-Huygens mission is composed of two elements: The Cassini orbiter that will orbit Saturn and it's moons for four years, and the Huygens probe will dive into the depths of Titan and land on it's surface. If all goes well, more than 200 scientists worldwide will study the data collected."
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Almost from the start, sex and UFOs were inseparable bedfellows. The adventure of 23-year-old Antonio Villas Boas on 16 October 1957 in Brazil is probably the most famous case of interstellar intercourse.
Antonio was ploughing a field on the family farm when the engine of his tractor cut out; at the same time, an object with purple lights descended from the sky. Humanoids in spacesuits emerged from the object and took him into their craft, subjecting him to what seemed like a medical examination. They stripped him, spread a strange liquid over him and took a sample of his blood. He was left alone in a room for what seemed a long time, until a beautiful, fair-haired woman arrived.
She was naked and Antonio was instantly attracted to her. Without speaking or kissing, they had sex, during which she growled like a dog. Despite his strange circumstances or perhaps because the alien liquid had Viagra-like properties Antonio was soon ready for a second helping. Interviewed later, he said: "Before leaving she turned to me, pointed to her belly, and smilingly pointed to the sky."
Before letting him go, his captors gave Antonio a guided tour of the spaceship. Antonio went on to become a successful lawyer and still stood by his story over 30 years later.
Equally lurid stories of sexual liaisons with UFO occupants came from the world-famous contactees of the 1950s. Howard Menger, for one, had regular meetings with Marla, a beautiful blonde from space who claimed to be 500 years old. She projected "warmth, love and physical attraction," which he found irresistible. Menger divorced his wife to marry Marla (aka Connie Weber).
From July 1952, Truman Bethurum had many meetings with Aura Rhanes, the captain of a flying saucer, whom he found to be "tops in shapeliness and beauty". Bethurum's wife wasn't so impressed with this "queen of women" and cited Rhanes in her divorce petition. From the late Forties to the early Sixties, female contactees in contrast to today's female abductees are few and far between. This is more than made up for by the astonishing story of Elizabeth Klarer, who in 1956 fell in love with Akon, a scientist who took her to his home planet, Meton. There, he seduced her, saying: "Only a few are chosen for breeding purposes from beyond this solar system to infuse new blood into our ancient race."
This smooth talk worked; "I surrendered in ecstacy to the magic of his lovemaking," she wrote later. Klarer said their "magnetic union" produced a perfect and highly intelligent son named Ayling. She was sent back to South Africa alone and died in 1994; as far as we know her starman and son live on somewhere beyond Alpha Centauri. Rather ordinary tales of 'contact' are thus transformed into heroic fantasies of youthful virility. Antonio Villas Boas claimed to have done what any healthy young man would have done in the same situation; he and Elizabeth Klarer delivered the goods, helping to save an alien race from extinction.
Scientific ufologists, more interested in 'hard' evidence (like radar traces, photographs and forensic samples) condemn this 'wet' material as too subjective, relegating claims of sexual assault and abduction to the fields of psychology and folklore (which they likewise distrust). The early contactee literature provides a rich variety of such stories and, whatever their validity, it is a pity they have been largely neglected or ridiculed.
When ufologist John Keel visited college communities in Northeast America during the mid-1960s, several young women told him they had been raped by aliens, and young men confessed that aliens had extracted their semen.
By the 1970s, the idea of hybrid 'space babies' was more widely known but taken seriously only by UFO cultists who, said Keel, feared, that "the flying saucer fiends are engaged in a massive biological experiment creating a hybrid race which will eventually take over the Earth." A decade later, these notions were part of mainstream ufology. Serious researchers some of them academics, like John E. Mack and David Jacobs openly d
"No, don't get up," Nurse Kathryn commanded. Darren lay on his back on the chiropractic table and watched as the nasty nurse rummaged through a drawer. He would be motionless if that's what this ill-tempered health care professional demanded. Her fearsome presence made his whole vertebrae tremble.
"Now, then," she said, turning around to face his supine body. A gleaming anal probe rested firmly in her gloved hand. "Let's get to the bottom of that back problem, shall we?"
She stood at the foot of the table. "Show me your ass."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He wasn't sure what she wanted.
"Throw your legs over your head and show me your ass!" She said, louder than before.
As his knees came closer to his head, her palms met the undersides of his thighs and pushed. He heard the bottom half of the table fold to allow the nurse better access to his sphincter.
She poured something slippery between his chilled, exposed cheeks and rubbed it efficiently over his puckered opening. With her index finger, she rimmed her target until it relaxed. Then she slipped the same finger up inside him, slowly at first, letting his second set of anal muscles relax before plunging in completely. When she met with no resistance, she wiggled her finger to make him squirm, then replaced her digit with the tip of the anal probe.
"Uuuugh!" He exclaimed, gripping the sides of the table. "How is this helping my back?" He managed to ask.
"Are you questioning my methods?" She purred, twisting the probe sharply.
"No, I just -- "
"Dark Angel! Get in here!"
Beautiful, dark-haired Max strode in and looked to the nurse for some sign of permission. The nurse nodded.
Max climbed up on the table and straddled Darren's face. The small metal ring through her clit touched his lips, inviting him to touch it. But he didn't want to incur the nurse's wrath for licking this tasty clit if he wasn't supposed to. Her juices were starting to smear all over his chin... Max squirmed around on his face while the anal probe continued to turn in his lubricated hole.
"Chase the ring. Tongue it when you find it. It's good for your neck and back."
Nurse Kathryn reamed him harder as he tried to follow Max's moving pussy. He flicked at the ring intermittently until the nurse instructed him to eat out both their cunts before he could be sent home.
Much to his great disappointment, his back pain never returned.
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Doesn't it seem like today NASA really sucks ass compared to the 60s? Shuttles blowing up. They can barely get a working robot to Mars. What is their problem? Is it a case where they use have to have the best people in the world, and now they have shit people? Probably the quota system at work. Are NASA's challenges much different today than they were 40 years ago?