Dear sir:
I believe I have unlocked the riddle of flying saucers, or at least arrived at a working theory of how they work. You may think I am a crackpot, but you will regret this till your dying day if you ignore this letter.

You see I unwittingly let the cat out of the bag. I figured there surely was something wrong with the theory, so I sent it to some consultants. One day later the military implication struck me. With a handfull of these craft, I alone could become dictator of the earth.

I don’t really trust these inventors’ agencies, so you had better get there fast. If the Russians build one first we are all doomed. Fortunately, the theory wasn’t complete, but I still said too much.

Now, I might be wrong, but all research proves me right. They fly on varying or pulsating ion charges, and their speed limit is that of light. They will only operate near a planet but could be hooked up on a rocket ship. They could probably reach the moon without rockets but not Mars. Bullets would probably not enter the field. Metal objects would heat up near it, electric currents would stand still or reverse themselves. I have no idea who or what made the first ones, but I could make one if given the materials. .

I don’t suppose you believe me, but when you hear my terms you may…

The complete price for one flying saucer is one million dollars. That is, if my theory works. You spend much more for rockets and planes which are primitive by comparison.

Until I build a working model I merely want a laboratory and enough money to live on, around $5,000 per year, to be deducted from my original price. However, there will be a few other things thrown in. One: I get to go along when you shoot for Mars. Two: the laboratory will be located on a medium size cattle ranch, preferably near central Missouri. That is so I won’t be bothered and can have time to think. After completion of the project the ranch comes out of the original one million dollars. The rest is to be paid in such a way as to avoid high income taxes. Say, $10,000 a year. In case I get killed in the experiments, as well I might, the money goes to my next of kin.

I will need some help from various professors in physics and chemistry to build a pure ion field. Then I will need some radar technicians to build the motor, and last of all an engineer to make the hull. I will test the thing out myself. I have an idea this may well cost me my life, but it’s too fascinating to turn back now. I have been living in a dream since I discovered the principle. I know all the steps but will need professional advice.

I can’t emphasize enough; this is a nightmare machine even worse than the H-bomb in its military implication. To ordinary aircraft they would be invincible.

I have one more request to make. Locate my ex-girl-friend and offer her a job managing the wild-life on this ranch. If she hadn’t left me I wouldn’t have invented this nightmarish machine. I just want her near me because this thing will probably kill me before I am through. Not to mention what “They,” the originators of this thing that people call a saucer, will do to me when they find out I know their secret.

If research proves me wrong, in one year it will cost you $5,000, and you can use the ranch for a restor. If I am right the US will be the rulers of the world for the next century. All except for “them.” We will have no enemies. The Russian bear will become a wooly worm.
Yours Truly,
L.T.