Chapter 307 - Area 51’s Einstein (2/2)

“My name is David.”

Zhang Heng introduced himself, then put down the knife and fork he was holding as he extended a hand.

“We are the crew of Apollo 11. Well, technically, only candidates…”

“I’m Einstein.”

The middle-aged man shook hands with Zhang Heng, who immediately raised his eyebrows. Zhang Heng had never seen how Einstein looked when he was young, but when the middle aged-man mentioned his name, Zhang Heng realized that they actually bore some resemblance.

The middle-aged man released his hand and smiled.

“Just kidding, you know the nature of our work. We signed a non-disclosure agreement before we came here. We can’t reveal our real names. Let’s talk about you instead, Mr. David. Are you satisfied with the place?”

“You seem to be doing very well.” “You too. As recently as sixty years ago, no one thought that humans could fly the skies in a big iron bird. Ten years ago, no one believed that humans could leave earth and go to outer s.p.a.ce. Even today, many still don’t think that humans have the ability to set foot on another celestial object…” Einstein paused. “…but all this happened, with the help of mathematical formulas, great engineering advancements, and repeated experiments. Humans have completed those seemingly impossible things, time, and again. Isn’t this a modern miracle? No disrespect to the one who led the Jews to their promised land, but I have to say, technology is the greatest power in this world.”

It was a typical remark of an engineering student. In a way, though, it was difficult to argue with him.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted your meal. When I heard that NASA’s astronauts are here, I had to come and meet you folk,” said the middle-aged man as he shrugged. “No one comes to this place usually. Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Mr. David.” “I’m also glad to have made your acquaintance, Mr. Einstein.”

“Okay, I shall not interrupt your siesta. I wish for you to succeed in your training and get on Apollo 11. I will listen to the broadcast when they talk about you landing on the moon.”

The middle-aged man ended the brief conversation. With mug in hand, he turned and walked out. It was now completely dark outside.

However, as Einstein was almost at the exit, he stopped again. Turning around, he said, “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I have a small gift for you. Consider it as a token of our first meeting. I left it in your room. I hope you like