Originally posted by shapeshiftress
Have you heard anything that might tell us what has happened to precipitate this kind of reaction??
That is a very good question, Shapeshiftress. All I can tell you is that even with the lights on, we are still in the dark!
They are using back-up generator here, btw. Is your secret room at or near your house on ****St. or did you go out of town? What does it look like in
the neighborhood? Do you see many people around? Have you been out?
We spent the day here going through "Processing" and something about all this makes me think this is not a temporary evacuation. There is too much
effort in gathering information to not be wary of something more complex behind all this.
The people who are "processing" us are wearing dark blue uniforms but there is no insignia on them, so I don't know really where they are from or
what company or entity they are with. No clue as to whether they are government, or Fema, or private security. And they are very short and curt about
people asking any questions.
The first booth, they made copies of our ID and asked basic questions. We did not fill out any papers. They conducted each interview personally, one
on one, and typed the answers in their computers. It was just the basics like name, ss, birthday, race, religion, organizational affiliations, marital
status, children, parents, etc.
While she was asking questions, she said "put your hand here". There was a black plastic thing---it looked like a tall ashtray sort of. She didn't
tell me what it was and did not break her line of questioning of identity questions. I was just so overwhelmed with all that was going on, plus the
fact that the woman was so matter of fact and smooth, that I did not even question or think about what I was doing. I did not know till later when my
daughter told me---that the black plastic thing was a "palm scanner". They are getting bio scans on us. More non-disclosure. Oh well, too late.
At the end of the interview, she said "Can you read the sign for me?" and without turning around, she pointed up over her shoulder toward the wall.
When I looked up to read it, there was a quick flash. I asked "Did you just take my picture?" She didn't answer my question, but just continued her
speech like she was a robot or something. How quickly she distracted me in pointing out that I could now go to the next booth where they were serving
refreshments. I was so hungry, and the thought of food sent me off in a hurry.
The "refreshments" were the worst tasting processed turkey sandwiches I have ever tried to eat. The meat was so fake tasting, the bread was dry as
puffed paper, and the coffee was already gone.
Btw, they were only processing the adults and the kids were gathered into another area watching TV in the main room. I would have been very concerned
if they had tried to interrogate my children without me or Bob being there.
There was more weariness of questions....won't go into it now, but at the end of it, we were all finally issued two blankets and a pillow and
everyone slept on the floor in the fellowship hall where they usually open on cold nights for the homeless.
I guess people will be waking up in another hour or so. Wondering what this day will bring.....
Let me know what's going on in the neighborhood and if you have gotton electricity back or not. I hope we can get out of here soon, but honestly, it
feels like we have just been put on a treadmill.