Why Would an Alien Craft Use Hex Bolts?

[Aleksandr]

Hi everyone,
There has been recent discussion around Joe Jordan’s work on abductions, and similar remarks from Tucker Carlson, suggesting that the UFO phenomenon may not fit the ordinary “visitors from another planet” story.

https://www.ibtimes.co.uk/joe-jordan...nation-1820939

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=DfTU5LA_kw8

Here is a passage I came across in the notes of a little-known Russian design engineer and contactee from the late 1990s. She kept detailed records of her contacts and tried to interpret the phenomenon from a technical point of view rather than a religious or mystical one:

Not very long ago, I came across a letter from a woman somewhere in the press. She is absolutely convinced that UFOs exist, but that all of them are manufactured on Earth by ordinary people at secret factories. Where does such a strange conviction come from? Once, when she was just a little girl, she saw a 'saucer' hovering in the forest over a lake and managed to get so close to it that she could examine the hull. The hull was assembled with our earthly hex-head bolts. To her, the thought that super-advanced civilizations could use such a purely earthly anachronism as bolts seems far too incredible.
She is absolutely right. Nowhere in Cosmos would it ever cross anyone's mind to assemble the hulls of spacecraft with bolts. What she saw is indeed not a product of super-advanced civilizations.
But the funniest thing is that not a single earthly design bureau would ever risk assembling the hull of an aircraft—or any other vehicle, for that matter—with bolts. This was exactly what she, not being a specialist, did not know. The hull is a load-bearing structure, and assembling it with bolts means exposing the pilot to deadly danger, since during a hard landing, the bolts can be shorn off, and then the hull will collapse like a house of cards, snapping shut like a mousetrap on both the crew and the passengers. Here on Earth, we use welding in such cases, and if the parts cannot be welded, we use rivets which, when bucked, fill the entire hole, keeping them from being shorn off even during the hardest landing.
Perhaps we possess some other new technologies, but bolts... even for us, this is old hat from the century before last, since under vibrations, threaded connections happen to unscrew on their own. Assembling a bridge over a river with bolts is fine, but as for the body of an automobile—that is highly questionable. This was known even in pre-revolutionary Russia, which is why the hulls of marine vessels back then were already made with rivets (though today it is welding).
So, what did that woman actually see? A common imitation. Those bolts were never screwed in by anyone, and no one will ever unscrew them, because they are molded as a single whole with the hull—just like the nuts on the wheels of plastic toy cars. There might be a steering wheel inside, a tank, and headlights, all looking exactly like the real thing. But... it is a toy.

She also noted a related paradox regarding the choice of candidates for abductions:

For a long time now, all the ufologists on Earth are perplexed by why the aliens make such a strange choice of candidates, whom they 'took for a ride and returned.' People of science, people seriously studying the paranormal, and even simply people with a higher education—let alone two—are invited to ride on a flying saucer extremely rarely. On the other hand, people with below-average intelligence and children are the favorite passengers.
Everything is correct. Such passengers may be more or less observant, but they will easily swallow any nonsense about anything they are told. But just try explaining to a graduate of a physics and technology institute what kind of fuel a saucer runs on when it… has no engine at all, and other things in that same vein. That's why here, in the sky above us, UFOs are scurrying around, invitingly blinking their lights, flying yet unable to fly.

I translated her notes into English in full. You can read the complete text on archive.org

https://archive.org/details/elena-pe...-cheese-lovers

[Open Minded Dude]

Posted by Aleksandr (here)

She also noted a related paradox regarding the choice of candidates for abductions:

For a long time now, all the ufologists on Earth are perplexed by why the aliens make such a strange choice of candidates, whom they 'took for a ride and returned.' People of science, people seriously studying the paranormal, and even simply people with a higher education—let alone two—are invited to ride on a flying saucer extremely rarely. On the other hand, people with below-average intelligence and children are the favorite passengers.
Everything is correct. Such passengers may be more or less observant, but they will easily swallow any nonsense about anything they are told. But just try explaining to a graduate of a physics and technology institute what kind of fuel a saucer runs on when it… has no engine at all, and other things in that same vein. That's why here, in the sky above us, UFOs are scurrying around, invitingly blinking their lights, flying yet unable to fly.

This contradicts what John E. Mack found out. He says in his books and in interviews, if I remember correctly, that the abductees, also his clients or patients, were a mix of society from from 'all walks of life'. This includes high-brow intellectuals and scientists, doctors, engineers, etc. He also said that most of them were 'sane' from a psychological and clinical viewpoint.

Here's from the Google AI summary:

Overview of John E. Mack's Work

Background: Mack was a respected head of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School and won a Pulitzer Prize for his biography of T.E. Lawrence, A Prince of Our Disorder, in 1976.

Investigation: Beginning around 1989, he investigated over 100 cases of individuals claiming alien encounters and used hypnotherapy and extensive interviews to study their accounts.
The Book: He published his findings in the 1994 bestselling book Abduction: Human Encounters with Aliens, which detailed common patterns among experiencers.

Key Aspects of Reported Abductions

Common Elements: Experiencers frequently reported paralysis by an energy or blue light, floating through solid walls into craft, and undergoing intense physical examinations or reproductive/hybridization procedures.

Psychological Evaluation: Mack found that the abductees were generally free of mental illness, delusions, or hallucinations, noting a striking consistency across independent accounts.

Spiritual/Transformational View: Rather than viewing the phenomenon purely through a nuts-and-bolts extraterrestrial lens, Mack interpreted it as a profound psychological and spiritual awakening that challenges human identity and our place in the universe.

[Aleksandr]

I honestly fail to see what 'spirituality' has to do with the mechanical engineering of a spacecraft. If all these high-brow scientists, doctors, and engineers John Mack interviewed were genuinely interacting with advanced physical technology, why did they all suddenly get so shy? Why didn't a single one of them think to ask the most basic, logical questions: What type of engine does this craft use? What kind of fuel or propulsion system manages to bend space-time? Instead of bringing back solid, verifiable data on advanced physics or alien chemistry, these brilliant minds brought back vague stories about 'reproductive procedures' and New Age spiritual awakenings. Why?
It throws them a bone of 'mystical revelation' so they don't notice they are being shown a technical illusion.

And by the way, regarding this whole hybridization narrative—we on Earth can't even successfully breed a horse with a zebra without running into genetic dead ends. Why don't these advanced alien geneticists show us a hybrid of a cat and a dog first, before trying to cross a human with an extraterrestrial? As it stands, they have absolutely nothing to show to humanity except for playing doctor.

Ufologists are scratching their heads in bewilderment, while physicists are racking their brains over the hyper-development of 'their' civilization. Meanwhile, a contactee, who was taken for a ride on this UFO, is certain that they quickly dashed to a neighboring galaxy and back in a couple of minutes. After all, that is exactly what they communicated to him!!! What’s more, via a telepathic method, no less. In unaccented Russian or English!

[Aleksandr]

And here is another curious case recorded by Russian ufologist Alexey Priyma, regarding anomalous phenomena in the USSR in the city of Taganrog in 1945. A curious detail: at that time, the concept of a "UFO" did not yet exist, which is why the protagonist of the story uses the word "frying pan" to describe the unidentified object.

Barefoot Pilot
In the summer of 1945, I. Chebotarev from the city of Taganrog, Rostov Region, was nine years old. On that memorable day he went fishing, hoping to catch some fish for dinner. The fish were biting eagerly, and before long the boy had nearly a full bucket.
This was on the shore of the Taganrog Bay of the Sea of Azov.
Just as he was about to head home, an enormous frying pan without a handle dropped from the sky. I. Chebotarev recalls:
“It hit the water so hard that spray shot up in all directions. I was soaked from head to foot; my clothes were dripping wet… The ‘frying pan’ was about five meters across. Its body had a metallic sheen. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t afraid.
When the water settled, the object lay quietly on a sandy shoal, barely covered by water, only a few meters from where I had been fishing.
I took a couple of steps forward and tried to reach it with my fishing rod, but couldn’t.
Then bubbles began to rise around the ‘frying pan.’ After that a ‘fellow’ climbed out of it — that’s what I called him at the time. He was wearing silver clothing, something like a coverall.
The ‘fellow’ jumped from the ‘frying pan’ into the water and walked across the shallows to the shore. Once on dry ground he stopped six or seven meters from me. His head was completely hidden under an opaque oval helmet: above his shoulders rose something like a jar made of dark tinted glass. In one hand he held a blue stone, and on a cord around his neck hung a small pouch.
He stood frozen on the sand — silent, motionless. I stood rooted to the spot as well, waiting for him to say something. Two minutes passed, then three, then four… The stranger kept silent. My patience ran out. I asked:
—‘Where are you from? The Moon?’
The answer did not come at once, but it did come. After a long pause the ‘fellow’ with the dark glass jar on his shoulders finally spoke — in clear Russian.
—‘No,’—he said.
—‘I am from another planet.’
—‘What is your planet called?’
My oddly dressed companion seemed not to hear the question. Instead of answering, he said — again after a long pause:
—‘Earth people have surprises waiting for them — ones they will be very glad of.’
Burning with curiosity, I asked:
—‘Please tell me about your planet.’
The ‘fellow’ ignored that remark as well. He pointed to the ‘frying pan’ and then offered:
—‘If you want, come into my ship. Soon you will be on my planet.’
His inviting gesture and offer did not appeal to me at all. Here, you understand, were nearly two dozen fat, sizeable fish waiting to be taken home. Mother would clean them and start frying them… And this character with a jar on his shoulders was inviting me to set off on an interplanetary journey at once. Who knew how long it would last or when I would get back. By then the fish might have spoiled and would have to be thrown away. Then I would have to catch new ones. And while we were traveling and while I was later catching more fish, Mother would be worn out with worry. She would sigh and look at the clock, wondering where I had gone.
No, that turn of events did not suit me.
—‘I don’t want to fly with you!’ —I said in a loud, even slightly defiant voice. And I explained:
—‘I have to go home. Mother is waiting for me. We are going to fry the fish. Here they are — see? — in the bucket. I just caught them.’
—‘A pity you don’t want to,’ —the ‘fellow’ muttered. With that he turned and walked unhurriedly back toward his ‘frying pan.’
At the moment he entered the water I noticed he was not wearing shoes. I remember that struck me. A ‘Martian,’ the captain of an interplanetary spaceship — and barefoot! His bare feet ended in large toes, exactly like ours.
A little short of his craft the ‘fellow’ paused.
—‘If you want,’ —he said, —‘you may tell anyone about our meeting. But remember — no one will believe you. Goodbye.’
The ‘fellow’ climbed onto the ‘frying pan’ and disappeared inside it. He must have entered through some hatch in the upper part, invisible to me.
The ‘frying pan’ moved. It drifted away from the shallow shoal and did not take off into the air, as I expected, but… sank. In other words, it behaved like a submarine plunging rapidly into the depths.
I picked up the bucket of fish and went home…”

You just can't help but ask: why are aliens being taught the Russian language, yet they aren't provided with shoes for interplanetary travel? Can you imagine an astronaut who, upon stepping out onto an unfamiliar planet, takes off their shoes but keeps their helmet on?