4. Found ObjectA Chapter by Craig2591Ian and Chrissy are curious about a mysterious memory card that has come into their possession.Ian sat back in his recliner and opened his laptop. The dinner dishes were done, Emily was in bed and Chrissy was taking a shower. Time for a little relaxation. Presently, Chrissy came out to the living room in her robe. She held a memory card out toward him. “Is this yours?” she asked.
He glanced at it momentarily and went back to his computer. “Nope. I use flash drives. Isn't that the kind you use in your camera?”
“Yeah, but it's not mine. It has some kind of funny writing on the label.”
“Maybe it's Emily's. A homework assignment or something.”
“I asked her. She said she's never seen it before.”
He looked up at her. “Where did you find it?”
“In my pocket,” she replied, “When we were at the beach yesterday.”
“And you've never seen it before?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
She shook her head. “I suppose I should plug it into my computer and see what's on it,” she said.
“Are you sure you want to do that? It might have a virus or something.”
She looked thoughtful. “Hmm... good point. Let's use your computer.”
“Hey!!” he exclaimed as she grabbed his computer and hurried into the kitchen with it. By the time he got up and followed her she had already inserted it into a slot and clicked on it.
“What the hell is that?!” he asked looking over her shoulder. On the display they saw columns of what appeared to be random numerals and letters arranged in orderly groups of five. It looked like gibberish to them.
She shrugged. “I have no idea.”
“You work for a software company,” he said, “Is that some sort of programming code?”
“I'm not a programmer, but I've seen the engineers work and this doesn't look like anything they do. For one thing, every programming language has at least a few words you can recognize. And they're never this orderly.” She shook her head. “This feels creepy, Ian. It almost looks like a secret code of some kind.”
“I'd laugh at you if I didn't feel the same way,” he replied, “And you have no idea where it came from?”
“No. I found it in my pocket.”
“Maybe you accidentally picked it up at work. Maybe it belongs to someone there.”
“I'm positive I didn't. But, I'll ask around tomorrow. Maybe one of the engineers will know what it is.”
“I'll bet it belongs to someone there,” he said with a reassuring smile, “Where else could it possibly have come from?” © 2013 Craig2591Author's Note
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