“Stu,” Ellis says sternly, and with a stern look, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
A silence falls in the small exam room, the conversation replaced with tension. It lasts several moments, awkwardness filling the space between the two men. It’s finally broken by the door slamming open, Carl standing behind it.
“Ellis!” Carl shouts as he starts across the room.
“What is it?” Ellis says, getting off the exam table, alarm in his voice.
“Been lookin’ all over for you — a report just came over the wire from Scoff Air Force Base in Illinois.”
“General Herres,” Ellis says without pause, and Carl nods. Ellis does too, saying, “Let’s go.”
Ellis takes three steps and then a deep rumbling sound fills the room. Stu and Carl both narrow their eyes and look at Ellis questioningly.
“Haven’t eaten since before the mission,” Ellis finally says, his face reddening a bit.
“Well Damn, Ellis,” Carl laughs, “they just served chow thirty minutes ago!”
A smile creases up one corner of Ellis’ mouth. “You buyin’?”
“Shit!” Carl says, and turns to the door, waving his arm in a following gesture, “c’mon.”
The men walk down the long hallways of the Blue Lake base, looking into the small windows of the doors they pass. Many are the same kind of exam rooms they were just in, though most are larger. Women are inside, the women that Ellis and the others freed from Dulce. Men in lab coats are talking with them, jotting down notes on clipboards and occasionally nodding… without looking up, of course. It’s all business here at Blue Lake, and that’s the way General Anderholt likes it. Though often absent, he runs a tight ship — both men can see that plainly.
“So what’s Herres saying?” Ellis asks as they walk, keeping his voice down and cutting himself off completely when they pass by others.
“It’s about Black Knight. It’s operational again.”
“Well, it’s always been operational. What’s—”
“It’s transmitting again,” Carl says.
Ellis frowns and cocks his head. “Well, I’ll be.”
The men quiet down as they enter a particularly busy area of the base, one with more soldiers moving about. The mess hall and breakfast are up ahead, so Carl decides to steer the conversation back to what’s going on around them, not up in orbit.
“Word is that the abduction process is entering a new phase,” he says as they walk.
“Oh?” Ellis replies.
“We’ve heard chatter on it before, but now these new women are telling us that the aliens aren’t so much interested in using them for pregnancies anymore.
“Then what are they interested in using them for?”
“As guides.”
They reach the mess hall just as Carl finishes, and Ellis pauses there with his hand on the door, looking over at him. “Guides?” he says.
“Guides,” Carl repeats, and puts his own hand on the door to push it open.
Inside the mess hall were a wide array of people — soldiers in uniform, most likely base guards; scientists in lab coats, probably the same that were questioning the women; civilians in civilian attire, office and personnel workers that were sworn to secrecy; and finally a few of the men that’d gone into Dulce… and made it out alive. Ellis waves to them as he and Carl heads for the food counter, and they wave back, smiling but probably thankful that their commander looks too busy to come and join them. Carl and Ellis get their food — meatloaf by the looks of it, with green beans and mashed potatoes on the side (can’t even serve breakfast, the bastards, Ellis thinks) — and then heads to an empty table on the emptier side of the room. That coupled with all the voices in the room making a low hum and the two know that their chances of being overheard are slim to none.
“Seems the Grays are starting in on the second, maybe even the third, phase of their plans,” Carl continues once they’re seated and picking at their food. “Before it was just getting the abducted women pregnant, though of course they always took the babies before they could be born here on Earth.”
“Sped up the 9-month process?” Ellis asks.
“Something like that, though usually the women would miss one or two periods here on Earth before being abducted again, whereupon the egg or developing fetus would be removed.”
“And then they’d be sent on their way, none the wiser for it,” Ellis says, and Carl nods.
“Now… what do you think happened to those half-alien, half-human babies… the hybrids?”
“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me,” Ellis says with a slight smile before scooping some mashed potatoes into his mouth.
“They’re growing up, getting older… ready to get out into the world. And to do that, the Grays are now using abductees as guides, a kind of teacher for how the world works, if you will.”
“I don’t get you.”
Carl leans back and takes in a deep breath. “Consider going to another planet. You don’t know anyone or how anything works, even the most basic things, like that it gets dark at night and then light again in the morning, or that there are all kinds of animals and plants and insects, some benign, some not. The point is, Ellis, these hybrid alien-humans don’t know any of this, so they need human guides to meet with them and tell them how things work. That’s why the hybridization plan started, and why it’s been going on for at least 10 years now, taking the embryo out after the third month to go the rest of the way in their laboratories. The hybrids need to replace the spiritually-based humans. The particular combination of the hybrid DNA doesn’t allow for a soul, so humans can’t reincarnate in hybrid bodies. When hybrids cover the earth and there are no more humans, there’ll be no place for Earth-based humans to reincarnate. Eventually the hybrids will run things, but for now it’s the Illuminati.” He chuckles as he gets ready to shovel in another mouthful of green beans. “And hybrids don’t need to eat that shit like the Grays do.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me — I’m eating here.”
Carl smiles. “You know the Grays don’t eat — they ‘feed’ off of human and animal vital fluids by rubbing that ‘liquid protein’ shit onto their bodies, which is then absorbed through the skin.”
Ellis puts down the mouthful of mashed potatoes he’d been about to shovel into his mouth and gives Carl a hard look.
“But it’s not just feeding off human and animal proteins and fluids, they also allegedly feed off the ‘life energy,’ the ‘vital essence’ or ‘soul energy’ of humans,” Carl continues, not taking notice of Ellis or his discomfort at all. “Damn Reptilians do the same thing.” He shakes his head, finally looking up at Ellis. “Makes me wanna puke.”
“Yeah, me too,” Ellis says, pushing his tray away and looking a little green in the face. First not enough sleep, now my stomach feeling like shit, he thinks.
“Anyways, the hybrids will do away with much of that need… at least for the need for so many Grays to be here on Earth doing all the work.
“But… why?”
“So the Grays can eventually take over.” Carl shakes his hand as if clearing away his words. ““But let’s be honest, here — the Grays aren’t the real threat at all. Some Grays — the living ones, at least — are hybrids already, a mix of Reptilian and Sirian. Others are mostly robotic, though so advanced that we can’t tell.”
“Take over? Don’t be absurd, Carl, there’s—”
“It’s happening already,” Carl interrupts, “and closer to us than you might even realize. For instance, I doubt any of these hybrids are in positions of power — yet — but what of the people that are guiding them?”