[ WP ] An explorer , looking to discover new animals in the Amazon Rainforest , finds technology way more advanced than the likes of which we use today .

Alan spotted a concrete building through the wilderness. He picked up his pace traversing the jungle ’ s plant life. He stepped into the clearing where an enormous rectangular structure sat and couldn ’ t believe his eyes. He tried absorb the situation he had stepped into. 
 
 Alan ’ s mind raced and perspiration intensified. *This area isn ’ t even on the map. This is supposedly unexplored territory. This building is undoubtedly Western built. How? And this clearing, that takes work and planning. This clearing is the size of a football field! Who the hell got the permission to knock down and remove all of this wildlife? * 
 
 Alan decided he would explore. After all, that *is* what he came to the Amazon to do. He approached the boring gray building in astonishment. *Is this some sort of prison? * Habitual questioning began rolling in his mind as he approached a gray metal door that stood out as the only inconsistency in the smooth concrete walls of the building. 
 
 Letters etched into the concrete above the door read “ AMAZON TECH DEVELOPMENT ”. For a moment, Alan ’ s mind tried to piece together how the Amazon Rainforest could have any sort of tech development operation before he decided to try the door handle. The handle gave way and he pushed the door in. He stepped inside and he felt a stark transition from warm, damp air to cool, dry air. He closed the door behind himself figuring whoever occupied this building intended to keep the air inside cool and dry. 
 
 For a moment, Alan thought he may be trespassing. After pondering the thought, he decided whoever these people were, they were the ones trespassing. They had destroyed an appreciable slice of wildlife that did not belong to any human, and Alan did not approve. Alan began searching for someone to pester. 
 
 From the door he entered, a ten foot wide corridor stretched to the wall other end of the building. The ceiling was high above. Flanking the gray concrete corridor walls every twenty-five or so feet were gray metal doors on each side. Alan began walking down the corridor, reading to himself the words painted in black on the doors. 
 
 *ELECTRONICS. APPLIANCES. BABY. TOOLS AND HOME IMPROVEMENT. * The titles sounded familiar to Alan. *Amazon! * Alan startled himself with his own revelation. *The doors are departments. This is tech development for Amazon the Internet-based retailer! * 
 
 Alan continued down the corridor excitedly and the labels on the doors became less familiar. *CANCER TREATMENT. RECREATIONAL DRUGS. SEX. WEAPONS. * Alan ’ s walk came to a halt. *Amazon is developing weapons!? * 
 
 The WEAPONS door opened in and a startled, frail old man appeared. The gray and very nearly bald man shared a moment of bewildered surprise with Alan before slamming the door shut in his face. Alan spun around and broke into a sprint towards the door about one-hundred feet away at the end of the corridor. 
 
 The WEAPONS door opened again and the old man stepped out into the corridor with a rifle of sorts. Alan had covered about fifty feet. He looked back and spotted the man with the rifle taking aim. Alan pushed his legs as hard as he could. It felt to Alan like a dream where he was running in slow motion, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn ’ t run at a satisfactory speed. 
 
 Suddenly, Alan ’ s head jolted forward and his face ground into the concrete floor. A puddle of blood poured out around his head and a long, slender bullet sat neatly in the center of the back of his head. 

