The Ozim Files
Elias scrolled through his computer, bored. It was another weekday night, with no cases left. His door opened. Rae entered shyly, watching the dull screen Elias stared into.
"Hey," Rae smiled. "Whatchu up to?"
"I'm just bored…" Elias groaned, giving Rae a grim expression.
"Speaking of nothing to do, Jaxton gave me this USB stick when we were discussing more about the Jespans yesterday…" Rae explained, handing him a USB with the letters OZIM engraved onto it. Elias was confused, starstruck at how Rae had gotten into a discussion with Jaxton in the first place.
"What do you expect me to do, open it?" Elias laughed. Rae snatched the USB back and plugged it into his laptop. "Hey!"
His screen flashed, then his file explorer opened. There laid 4 different PDFs, each titled "Ozim File.pdf".
"Wanna have a read?" Rae asked as she pulled up a chair, sitting curiously beside Elias.
"Alright, I guess so…" And so, the case began.
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You may be wondering who I am and why I am writing all my cases up into detailed analysis. My name is Jaxton Ozim and founder of the American Supernatural Intelligence Division in Indianapolis, Indiana. I was a veteran in the US Military, Navy and Airforce, an extremely dominant and useful asset in battle. I devoted my time after retiring 2 years ago to start up this company after we found cosmic disparities hovering about near the gulf of Argentina and Antarctica.
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Topic: Cosmic Disparities
Case ID: 001
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Reporter: Dr. Alastair Davis
Entity No: 001
Location: Atlantic Ocean, Deception Island
Date: 3 April 2001
The helicopter blades cut through the bitter air as I approached Deception Island. My pilot expertly navigated the treacherous winds, bringing us down on a relatively flat area of the island. The landing wasn't smooth, the skids crunching through what appeared to be recently fractured ice. The pattern of breakage immediately caught my attention – not consistent with natural formations.
"Back in a few hours," were the last words I heard him say before I saw something that I shouldn't have seen.
I nodded unknowingly of what was to come, watching the helicopter disappear into the gray sky. Climbing up to the peak was challenging enough, the path was blurred and the terrain was uneven. The ice had masked fragments of debris.
Then, I felt the tremors. They began approximately 3 quarters of the way up, acting as a warning for me to not venture too deep. No, they weren't violent, but definitely cautionary now that I think back to it.
I paused, checking my specialised equipment. The reading was unlike anything we'd theorised in our initial research—not the typical signature of volcanic activity, but something more rhythmic, almost like a pulse.
The crater rim finally came into view after another hour of cautious climbing. I gazed down into the volcano from the edge, inspecting the condition. And to no surprise, there was indeed something supernatural that laid eagerly in the center. It radiated such an immense aura. There, embedded in the dark volcanic rock, was a crystalline formation unlike anything I'd ever encountered during my military or scientific career—a massive purple crystal, approximately 5 feet in height, pulsing with an inner light that matched the rhythm of the tremors I'd been feeling.
As I documented the anomaly with our specialised cameras, I felt a strange sensation—a pull, not physical but mental, drawing me toward the crystal. I tried to fight, but it pulled me into the void. Then, it was darkness.
I awoke to warmth and the sound of distant voices. My eyes fluttered open to brilliant sunshine and a sapphire sky. It was impossible for the Antarctic latitudes, but it felt so real. I stood up and followed the marble pathway that I had fallen onto, leading to an enormous golden gate. There it was, the city of white stone and gold stretched toward the horizon, surrounded by sparkling blue waters.
"Atlantis," my analytical mind supplied, even as I rejected the impossibility. This was clearly some form of induced psychotropic state. Yet the warm breeze felt real against my skin. The golden gates swung open as I approached, and I found myself walking through streets bustling with activity. Atlantians, perhaps. I saw people dressed in flowing garments, their actions precise. Everything felt flawless, with the magnificent gardens and intricate mechanisms all about the city. Though their gazes weren't bright, they held a solemn expression devoid of joy or wonder. They were disciplined.
His voice boomed behind me, of course it was none other than the king himself, Atlas. I was shook at the moment, but his tall figure adorned in purple and gold appeared friendly and gave me a hand. His face was handsome but severe, his bearing regal and imposing.
"I am Atlas, king of Atlantis. Make yourself home" he announced.
"This isn't real," I said firmly. I was at this point that this was in fact, the cosmic disparity Dr Alastair David had reported. A transfer to an alternate dimension.
Atlas laughed, the sound echoing unnaturally. "Real? What is reality but perception, Jaxton Ozim? Come, let me show you the glory of true civilization."
For what seemed like hours, Atlas guided me through his kingdom. He showed me temples of astronomical precision, libraries containing knowledge lost to the surface world, and technologies that defied my understanding. All the while, he boasted of the perfection of his creation.
"We have eliminated disease, hunger, and conflict," he proclaimed. "Perfect order, perfect harmony."
Though, I begged to differ as I observed the robotic precision the citizens had, never speaking unless spoken to, never meeting each other's eyes. When Atlas approached, they prostrated themselves in terror rather than reverence. So as the man I was, I argued for joy and freedom for the people.
Atlas's face darkened. "What use is joy when it leads to chaos? What value has freedom when it breeds conflict?"
"There's no such thing as a perfect world," I argued. I remembered, the history books had emphasised Atlas's greed and arrogance that lead to Atlantis's downfall. Perhaps I could escape this way.
Atlas's eyes flashed with rage. He raised his trident, its points glowing with energy. He struck me, missing and hit the marble floor with a thunderous crack. Energy pulsed outward, shaking the foundations of the great hall. Another strike. I dove aside as a column crashed down where I had stood, my combat instincts taking over. All around us, the flawless city began to fracture, golden spires toppling as fissures spread through the immaculate streets.
The perfect world of Atlantis was falling, sinking beneath the waves it had risen from. Atlas's anguished scream was the last thing I heard before darkness took me again.
I gasped awake, flat on my back at the edge of the volcano's caldera. The air was bitterly cold again, the sky the familiar gray of Antarctic twilight. My watch showed that only twenty minutes had passed since I'd reached the crater's edge.
Shakily, I rose to my feet and looked down into the crater. The crystal was still there, but the brilliant purple glow had faded to a dull, unremarkable hue. Whatever power it had possessed—or I had experienced—was now dormant.
As the helicopter appeared on the horizon, I made my decision. This would be classified as Entity #001, the first confirmed supernatural phenomenon in our organisation's catalog. The connection to Atlantis and the apparent interdimensional properties of the crystal would require further study.
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Reporter: Dr. Emmanuel Sies
Entity No: 002
Location: Manhattan, New York
Date: 11 September 2001
A tragic day. Some are already calling this the greatest terrorist attack in American history, but having witnessed what I did, I understand it to be something far more sinister. I was in Manhattan when it happened, not by coincidence, but because of Entity #002.
Two days ago, I received an urgent call from Dr. Emmanuel Sies, a psychological consultant who occasionally assisted ASID with analyzing unusual effects of cosmic radiation that might correlate with our cosmic disparity detection array. I'd first met Emmanuel after my expedition to Deception Island in Antarctica, where he conducted the first tests on me.
His voice on the phone was strained, unlike the Dr Sies I knew.
"Jaxton, something's wrong with my watch," he said with a worried voice. I could hear him trembling ever so slightly. "I think it's connected to what you found on Deception Island."
Emmanuel met me at his apartment after I rescheduled my other case, looking tired and sleep-deprived. On his coffee table lay a Rolex Submariner—an elegant timepiece I'd seen him wear during our previous consultations—now glowing in a bright mint colour. Even he could not understand it.
Before we knew it, we were pulled into a different dimension, but perhaps it was the most realistic dimension we had ever come across. We weren't travelling through time, though we were transported to Lower Manhattan. A strange, uneasy sensation crept down both our spines. At the time, we didn't know whether we had just skipped a portion of time due to the watch holding special properties or that this view we had was a different dimension.
As we strolled the midtown streets, the day went on as normal. That was until we heard planes overhead. They crashed into the World Trade Center, destroying them and leaving a path of chaos. Hundreds died. Sies and I could only watch in horror. At the time, we didn't know if it was real, and if it wasn't was this really going to happen?
I wished I trusted my instincts though because what happened next was horrifying. Instead of the day continuing, we were pulled onto the plane, back in time. We were headed straight for the towers.
Like birds in a storm, there was panic and chaos. There was no control. The terrorists looked everyone dead in their eyes, guns held high with an indomitable strength that would break anyone if they got close. But they didn't see me and Dr Sies. We managed to slip past the terrorists, into the cabin. There we saw the twin towers.
Then the pilot looked at us, as if we stood there. He looked confident, remaining calm. "Your country should've done more for us."
Then, the mirage concluded, returning us back to Dr Sies's apartment. His watch stopped glowing. He then explained to me another incident that happened a day ago. He explained that last night, he was transported to another dimension. He entered a world where the 911 attacks never happened, a dimension where Middle-Eastern Countries thrived in abundance of technology.
Was this a warning? Well, we thought of it as just a dumb joke the supernatural decided to play on us. We didn't believe something as absurd as terrorists crashing into a plane would be viable for a day into the future back then.
But that all changed on September 11th. Fate had come. The planes crashed. Thousands died. Entity 002 changed me and Dr Sies's perspectives, forcing us to either delve deeper into these cases or to close them.
This morning as of writing this report, I was notified about another possible Entity 004 that is linked to the Mona Lisa. I am closing this case as of now. Maybe I'll just get an intern to help me out on this one.
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Topic: Aliens
Case ID: 0002
Check No. 1
Reporter: Prof. Alex Hoster
Location: Vardzia, Georgia
Date: 12 May, 2003
My last case covered cosmic disparities, and maybe this new case may be linked. There's a new city in town, where we must question the reality we live in. Do aliens really exist? Is there life out there that is influencing humanity? Just a few questions the ASID must solve. It's no easy task.
It all started that one late afternoon, when I was reading the newspaper. The headline was bizarre to say the least.
"Miracle City in Georgia" it was titled, with pictures of people crowding the futuristic advanced city. Tourism was off the charts, but the publisher was the thing that caught me. It was Professor Alexander Hoster.
Professor Alexander Hoster is a renowned archaeologist, recently completing an expedition to Vardzia, Georgia. After his last case in 1979, he discovered an extremely futuristic city now in place of the valleys. The article explained his research, unable to piece together how the city formed. He couldn't find any leads. That's when I took the initiative to call him, and little did I know, I would be dragging myself down into the largest rabbit holes I've ever been in.
Vardzia was a small city to say the least, but it thrived. Or should I call it Ajespa, that's what the locals said. Ajespa was more than a city when I arrived, the crystalline buildings with the perfect geometric linings. It felt like the Atlantis case all over again, it was too perfect to be true. But the problem was, it was true, perfect and flawless. There was no evil, tyrannical ruler, instead it was a council of the people. A democracy, perhaps.
I scavenged the streets for clues, alleyways for hints. It was also excruciatingly clean, not much to work off. All that I saw seemed off of the city was the large amounts of cargo stockpiled all around, all with the same logo imprinted on it. I tried to execute an image search, but the logos didn't match anything with the registered international businesses. Perhaps it was off the grid? I'd be so wrong.
The internet didn't help either, each search leading me to a dead end. Nothing and nothing. Professor Hoster finally suggested me to meet him in Hong Kong, where he would surprise me.
A few days later, I landed in Chinese soil. The last time I was in this nation was about a decade or so, stationed also in Hong Kong. Professor Hoster's surprise was pleasant, he introduced me to Dr. Lok Chuy, who had a PhD in urbanisation.
Dr. Chuy suggested that supernatural forces may have aided the construction, stating that it was impossible for humankind to build such an advanced and large scale city in just a mere 19 years.
You may wonder how we deduced that Ajespa began construction in 1981 and finished in 2000, but thanks to relations with people from NASA, I was able to get satellite imagery and deduce it from there. Nonetheless, we still didn't know what was happening. We were all still confused.
But we didn't give up. Tens, then hundreds of photos of the mystical city enchanted our vision, blurring our thoughts. We tried to piece together the puzzle, but we were always just short. But then, something changed the following day.
After one of the best food spot discoveries, Professor Chuy and I stumbled upon an alleyway that led to a small warehouse. There, we saw the same logo from before. It was the same, geometric maroon logo I saw back in Vardzia. But this time, there was text.
"ANATEROS" was etched into a plank of wood, immediately telling me the name of the organisation that might be behind the construction. We quickly filed back to the small apartment of Professor Chuy's, starting to look into Anateros.
Firstly, the main findings of the organisation are:
The name is derived from Greek, presumably the word 'Superior'It is a private organisationTheir leader goes under the codename 'Lance'
The Ajespa case is no short of something enormous. Whatever may lie behind the city, will give us more information on Anateros.
Check No. 2
Reporter: Mr Neuman Borne
Location: Gunkanjima, Japan
Date: 8th October, 2003
Nothing is new. Just another possibility of extraterrestrial life. And we have evidence now. Our operations are in full swing, and the ASID is securing and tightening up. Mr. Neuman Borne, one of the newer recruits was tasked to investigate further into Anateros's plans, with some of our IT guys tracing network signals to a remote island in Japan. We sent Borne out 2 weeks ago to Gunkanjima and last week, we got good news.
I followed up and caught a plane there, needing to confirm what he had found. It truly shocked the entire organisation and it changed our perspectives on Anateros drastically. Let me tell you, this entire Ajespa case has been quite crazy. I will be calling the Ajespa City investigations off for now and redirecting it to investigate further on Anateros.
Perhaps until more reports on Ajespa and the goods Anateros supplies, we will open the case back up. And next time, I need to put my best man on the case. The problem? We don't have anyone of that caliber just yet.
The larger image, the mystery of Ajespa is still yet unknown, too great for any of us to look into. What type of government is present there? Again, from our research, Professor Hoster claims that in ancient Georgia, monarchies ruled. Is there a king? Or perhaps a queen?
My arrival to Gunkanjima Island was with haste, locating the small outpost Anateros had claimed. It was a small metal bunker that appeared innocent outside, but gazing into the small window the reinforced door had, there was a stairwell leading down. Borne and I laid low and scavenged the area.
We found temporary work stations that seemed to once be there, but now moved underground. Their operation must have begun. They left behind a few pages of a notebook, most importantly, gave us vital information.
"Do you believe it?" Borne hesitated. His voice still rang in my mind. His line was chilling, but there was no way what we read was a code. It was deciphered.
There were sketches of a human body with words labelled alien and Jespa. Is this a sign of extraterrestrial life? Either way, our organisation is here to end this. We will make things right.
Check No 3.
Reported by Civilians
Location: Sacramento, California
Date: 1st January, 2004
I can't believe I'm working on New Year's day. But something horrific happened last night. Starstruck is the word I would use. I hope to never experience anything like this as I feel bad for the kid. Yesterday, after a day with some of our new interns in Sacramento, we gave lectures on the case of Ajespa, hoping to inspire any future detectives.
One of our most eager listeners was a young, 27-year-old Stella Chi from Taiwan, wandering into the hall when we began. But the most suspicious thing happened after my speech. She personally asked me some questions, her voice was strangely unreal. She had no accent, though she was on a work visa here. It felt like I was interacting with an alien. Though, when she left, a black Honda picked her up, with a young boy sitting in the back. I couldn't help but be mesmerised by his void-like eyes, pure darkness. It felt like he gazed into my soul, cracking my identity to its core.
The car drove on. Then we noticed it. There was no licence plate. I didn't have a camera, so I couldn't capture it. It sped fast, fast enough that it crashed into the building next door. There was panic, chaos and fire.
It was 01:00 when the fire was finally put out, the car wrecked at the foundation of the 11 storey apartment. The woman and driver? Not dead. Not alive either. They were gone. No blood, no traces, no nothing. But the boy? Untouched. Unfazed, Fast asleep. I followed the doctors that hastily carried the boy to the hospital for checkups, knowing that this might give me a lead on the aliens.
I waited patiently. The beeps still beep in my mind. I almost fell asleep but at 02:45, the reports came in. 100% human. I was baffled. How could a boy be ungrazed by such a mighty flame? Intervention? No, it couldn't be. There had to be some supernatural causes. But still, no lead.
The boy didn't look a year older than 4. Such a miracle to survive. Was that woman and driver his parents? To just disappear, just like that, abandoning their child? I ran checks with our international workers for the child's identity, but nothing came up. No matches.
Just another boy, left behind. I decided that once he grows old enough, he should learn about humanity. Our lives and how they are shaped by external forces. So I gave him up to a couple willing to adopt him the next morning. Still sound asleep.
Their voices were calm and sweet, they whispered his name. "Elias,"
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"Nah, that's enough for the night," Elias said frustrated. "Go to bed, Rae."
He closed his laptop and pulled the USB out, handing it back to Rae.
"What's wrong?" Rae asked, her expression suddenly becoming worried.
"Nothing. It's getting late. It's almost 1AM," Elias replied. "Goodnight."
"Love you!" Rae giggled, closing the door behind her. She trudged to her room, plugging the USB into her phone. She wanted to keep reading. Why did Elias just turn off his laptop? Why did he sound so angry? And most importantly, was that him?
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Topic: Ancient Robots
Case ID: 003
Reported by: Prof. Alex Hoster
Location: Vardzia, Georgia
Date: 21st February, 2007
Big news. We proved the historians wrong. At least that's what I believe. A few months ago, Professor Hoster found entrances in Vardzia, Georgia into ancient catacombs of some sorts. A group of archaeologists and scientists joined his small expedition, finding ancient robots.
These ancient robots weren't new, historians had found them long ago. Probably a decade or so before. Though previous attempts to further analyse them proved difficult, they had believed the ancient Georgians were extremely smart until they were wiped out somehow.
What Hoster found was a true feat, something that transcended our beliefs of the Georgians. Their small team conducted the research in the catacombs, producing vital information.
When I arrived back to Georgia last week, Hoster explained to me in great detail his findings, with the most notable being no trails of any kind. One may assume that when constructing these robots required manual labor, leaving behind footprints and fingerprints, but Hoster had conducted thorough investigation, exposing there to be none.
This grew my very suspicion of extraterrestrial life. With our encounters within the last few years, I was ready to make the hypothesis that there are indeed aliens. But I still didn't have enough evidence.
When I returned back to Indianapolis yesterday, I had a thought on how we could gather evidence. Our detectives have been working hard on cases, travelling internationally and conducting investigations. Who knows if Anateros is controlling this scheme? Are they trying to lie to us?
Are they trying to fool all of us, making our organisation think there' aliens? Perhaps to waste millions of dollars funded into these operations?
Having now over 5 stations worldwide, I'm working on a rebrand for the company.
Our latest knowledge points leads us to believe that:
There is a high chance of extraterrestrial life'Lance', the leader of Anateros may be on the FBI's most wanted list. They could be:Barton ColericoPerci L'estaorThaddeus Greal
What may happen in the near future is coming. We don't know if we are ready.
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Topic: Unknown Flora
Case ID: 004
Reported by: N/A
Location: Northern Territory, Australia
Date: 4th July, 2007
During a solo expedition into a remote region of the Northern Territory last week, I encountered signs of an unidentified plant species not listed in any regional botanical records. I was about 20 km northwest of Alice Springs, where in a dry valley, a scattered patch of swamp green roots were sprouting ever so slightly.
As I neared the vegetation, I began to experience neurological responses marked by dizziness, spatial disorientation, and a dreamlike state of consciousness. Within moments, my vision blurred, and a sensation of sinking overcame me.
The vision I gained was nothing short, I was transported somewhere. Although the location was the same, it didn't feel like I was on Earth, rather just a figment of my imagination or a different dimension.
My instincts told me this was another cosmic disparity. I was about to lose my mind. It felt like an eternity, having to survive a good couple of days in my fantasy. I could see my surroundings as they were, yet I was trapped within a repetitive mental illusion that made me question whether time itself had stalled or was in a cyclic motion.
My escape was purely circumstantial. A sudden and powerful gust of wind passed through the area, bringing a wave of fresh air. As the air cleared and diffused the sedative gas, the effect lifted slowly, and I regained partial motor control and awareness, enough to extract myself from the immediate vicinity. The symptoms subsided within seconds of exposure ceasing, though residual dizziness and psychological disorientation lingered for several hours afterward.
I then looked at the sky. I was glad that time in the real world didn't pass extremely long, it looked like it had passed about 8 hours. During my time being sedated, I can roughly recall I was in the illusion for about 8 days, suggesting that the drug time dilation is exactly 1 day to 1 hour.
After transporting myself to Darwin where I went for a checkup on any side-effects the drug gave me, I rang up a scientist I knew well, Dr. Harold Flemmings. I told him about the drug, his voice sounded worried.
This case is too dangerous for anyone to analyse further at this point in time. I'm scared of going back, even for the smallest sample. Maybe once Project XXVII is complete, we may grab a sample. I'm closing this case as of right now.