I don't work for NASA. I'm a lowly office tech at a company affiliated with

NASA. We store data off site mostly concerning their many secret unmanned

missions to the Moon, including the countless

ones that took place in between the Apollo launches. There are regular landings,

even today.

As you can imagine, we're not on the books.

Still, we are a necessary facet of the Space Administration's delicate infrastructure.

Now that you're up to speed with where I work, I can tell you about the room.

Room 371, to be precise, the overseer's Office.

It always had an air of mystery about it. I and other staff members have been inside before,

tasked with leaving behind flash drives

filled with sensitive information for the overseer to upload to our database.

You see, the sole computer in that room is an offline archive containing almost every one of

NASA's dirty little secret,

stuff that we can't risk getting out in the event of a data breach.

If anyone were to hack our online mainframe,

they would only find decoy files, outlying pieces of data that

have already been in the public's eye.

Most of the information I dealt with amounted to mundane statistical analysis.

The real interesting controversial stuff was sent directly to the overseer,

bypassing the prying eyes of entry-level employment.

That brings us to yesterday.

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