The Discovery : Sci-fi meets Fantasy story

Chapter 6: Emergency Meeting (OUTDATED)

It was supposed to be another normal day, like any other. As the Nano machines start picking up information about the natives, the operators were to sit back, drank their coffee and relax. In an ordinary day, the A.I runs through the tons of information sent to HQ. It will when translate and organize the information and pack it in a neat report. The only reason for it to disturb the operators when necessary. 

Today was not an ordinary day. As the Nano Machines send off the data to HQ, the A.I was flooded with potentially vast amounts of important information all around the planet, from many native metropolitan areas. It starts to translate the text, structure the text and hands it off to it's human supervisors. 

Every monitor screen played the audio and video footage of the speech, with text used to translate what they were saying. Shocked and confused on how the natives could have possibly known about their existence and their covert operation, panic started spreading across the entire room, with chaos unravelling further every second, as groups of people would usually do. Simon, seeing it all unfold, takes an urgent call to Melvin. 

Melvin had been talking his morning expresso coffee, to get himself energized, in the cafeteria. When he picked up the call, he wasn't expecting Simon to be in a state of urgency.

"Sir, I need you to come quick! The operators are panicking!"

Melvin wanted to ask why, but immediately figured it wasn't the time. As he walked out of the cafeteria, gulping down his hot espresso coffee into his mouth, burning bits of it, he dashed to the Drone Operator room. By the time he had arrived, paranoia was starting to take hold, and madness was taking hold. Melvin and his words as the baseball bat, stuck the heads of disorder. He grabbed a megaphone he uses to gain attention of the operators in situations like this.

"ATTENTION!" he shouted through the megaphone. The mob slipped into near silence. Melvin was took an iced water from the filter, to calm his how mouth down before continuing to speak.

"Now, tell me. What happened?" he asked. Simon, the one who called up Melvin to stop the decent to disorder, spoke up.

"It's the natives sir. The A.I has detected and has been flooding about... well.... us."

"What do you mean us?"

"They appeared to have somehow found out about our existence sir. We just received the info, and more is coming our way."

"Show me. Show me the translated clip." Melvin sat down on one of the chairs, and takes a black headphone to listen to, while Simon loaded the files for his own ears to hear. Melvin, holding onto his chin, listened to the clip twice. He is still, composed on the outside, but in extreme shock inside. He takes off his headphones. 

"Continue monitoring the situation. I will take a call to the commander." He gets up starts dialing Commander Marquise. He sighs. "What a day to start listening to." Marquise picks up the call. 

"Drone operator Melvin. What is it that you want to inform me?"

"Well sir, the natives busted us."

"Pardon?"

"The natives have somehow discovered that we exist. Our precious plans need serious recalibration. We need to call a meeting so that we can discuss with the other heads of department." Melvin can hear the Commander's annoyance from the other side. 

"Alright then. I will arrange a meeting in 3 hours, get a report of the situation ready by then."

...

The well lit room painted white, had a long dark oak table in the middle, with a circular patterns and a black hologram projector in the middle. The multiple black swivel chairs used a hard cushion that it durable for long periods of time. This place was one of the many meeting rooms for everyone to sit while discussing anything important.