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the place might be, or what kinds of things had been farmed here. An old rusty car bumper, some rusty mattress springs, a crumbling wooden cart once painted dandelion green and hummingbird red — discarded artifacts seemed to rise from the soil, grasping for new life.</p><p id="a9c6">An artist at heart, amused by all the rusty bits that came up with every shovelful, she started attaching these found objects, whether man-made or Nature-made, to her garden fence. Nuts, bolts, an old screwdriver, bits of wire, a buried teapot, driftwood, everything went on the garden fence.</p><p id="f5f3">Well, not everything. Out back, behind the garden, she planned to build a platform for two beehives. The honey was a bonus. Having prolific pollinators in the garden more than doubled her harvest. But first, the vines and nettles and thistles had to be cleared. She set to work, her beat-up, odd straw hat and frayed denim overalls enjoying their jobs protecting her still-youthful body from sun and brambles.</p><p id="6367">Hearing the sweet buzz of her future bees (she called them “my girls”), she jabbed her spade into the clayey earth. Once… twice… again… and clunk! “Hmm, what’s this?” she thought, doubling down with her girl-sized spade, the one that her partner made fun of for being “cute.”</p><p id="9920"><i>Fuck him</i>, she spat, attacking the earth, determined.</p><p id="e07c">Hours later, with meters and meters of coiled coaxial cable unearthed and spread in tangled heaps across the lawn, she kept digging, spurred on by the unfolding mystery of all that buried, but seemingly, never-used cable.</p><p id="7ca7"><i>What’s this?</i> From

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deep underground, where now-excavated layers of cable had protected it, appeared the corner of a vintage cracker tin, the lid still sporting hints of powder blue paint that signaled Saltines. Streams of sweat flying from her brow, she ran for her more delicate, even more “girly” garden tools to help unearth the rust-streaked box without destroying it.</p><p id="6778"><b><i>Area 42: Code Word “Cracker 10” </i></b><i>is a science fiction novel co-authored by Dan Lee and Adelia Ritchie.</i></p><p id="9b6a"><i>So, what’s in the cracker tin? How did all that coax cable get there, and why? Who buried a Saltine box? And why? Find out in the next episode, written by <a href="undefined">Dan Lee</a>. Don’t miss a single chapter! Stay tuned by following <a href="undefined">Dan Lee</a> and <a href="undefined">Adelia Ritchie, PhD</a> as we alternate story-telling duties. Enjoy! :D</i></p><p id="0191">And here’s the link to Chapter 2, crafted by <a href="undefined"><i>Dan Lee</i></a>!</p><div id="9baa" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/area-42-code-word-cracker-10-2ee50eef05f1"> <div> <div> <h2>Area 42: Code Word, Cracker 10</h2> <div><h3>Chapter 2: Seeing dicks in the corner of their eye is disturbing for people who don’t do it naturally</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*kAbG3q7LG_vpjQWY1Ysz2A.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

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Ch. 1-Area 42: Code Word Cracker 10

Chapter 1: An unintended harvest

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What follows is the first chapter of a science fiction romp coauthored by Dan Lee and Adelia Ritchie, PhD. We hope it tickles all your funny bones.

It’s still too cold to plant, Amanda mused, turning over the wormy, damp plot that would soon support her tomato seedlings. For more than 30 years, she had grown those tomatoes from seeds saved from her father’s garden on the outskirts of a tiny town somewhere in the breadbasket of the Loire Valley.

Her current garden was well-organized, sporting 50+ compact raised beds inside a 50-ft-square deer fence, with a chicken run along one side of the garden. She loved having those chickens nearby, with their oodle-doodle-oodles of encouragement all day long. Or were they just begging for more dandelions and shotweed to snack on?

The farm wasn’t large by modern standards, just about 12.5 acres with a half-acre duck pond bordering the old farm road. No one knew exactly how old the place might be, or what kinds of things had been farmed here. An old rusty car bumper, some rusty mattress springs, a crumbling wooden cart once painted dandelion green and hummingbird red — discarded artifacts seemed to rise from the soil, grasping for new life.

An artist at heart, amused by all the rusty bits that came up with every shovelful, she started attaching these found objects, whether man-made or Nature-made, to her garden fence. Nuts, bolts, an old screwdriver, bits of wire, a buried teapot, driftwood, everything went on the garden fence.

Well, not everything. Out back, behind the garden, she planned to build a platform for two beehives. The honey was a bonus. Having prolific pollinators in the garden more than doubled her harvest. But first, the vines and nettles and thistles had to be cleared. She set to work, her beat-up, odd straw hat and frayed denim overalls enjoying their jobs protecting her still-youthful body from sun and brambles.

Hearing the sweet buzz of her future bees (she called them “my girls”), she jabbed her spade into the clayey earth. Once… twice… again… and clunk! “Hmm, what’s this?” she thought, doubling down with her girl-sized spade, the one that her partner made fun of for being “cute.”

Fuck him, she spat, attacking the earth, determined.

Hours later, with meters and meters of coiled coaxial cable unearthed and spread in tangled heaps across the lawn, she kept digging, spurred on by the unfolding mystery of all that buried, but seemingly, never-used cable.

What’s this? From deep underground, where now-excavated layers of cable had protected it, appeared the corner of a vintage cracker tin, the lid still sporting hints of powder blue paint that signaled Saltines. Streams of sweat flying from her brow, she ran for her more delicate, even more “girly” garden tools to help unearth the rust-streaked box without destroying it.

Area 42: Code Word “Cracker 10” is a science fiction novel co-authored by Dan Lee and Adelia Ritchie.

So, what’s in the cracker tin? How did all that coax cable get there, and why? Who buried a Saltine box? And why? Find out in the next episode, written by Dan Lee. Don’t miss a single chapter! Stay tuned by following Dan Lee and Adelia Ritchie, PhD as we alternate story-telling duties. Enjoy! :D

And here’s the link to Chapter 2, crafted by Dan Lee!

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