Every thing the Grays told us was forgotten. Lost in a filing cabinet somewhere in the Arizona desert. The information was copied and transferred to dark rooms in obscure hallways in nameless buildings. It remained forgotten until the Elance showed us images of them. The Elance ambassadors told us the aliens we called the Grays were once our most trusted servants. Their loyalty to us was endless, which was what brought them to Earth. They were fleeing from the Scholars before coming to Earth. Somewhere in their computer system they found a clue to our whereabouts and set course while trying to avoid further Scholar contact.
I am a writer. I have these ideas and I put them into words for others to experience and hopefully enjoy. Most are going to be rough while others are thought out. Some are part of grander ideas while others are just snippets.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
1/4/11: The Doubtful Doctor
As he drove down the long stretch of road toward the military base in the distance he wondered if the clipboard had the reason he was on the base in the middle of the Nevada desert.
He had been called here by a colleague in the middle of the night and told her that he wasn’t available until the following week.
His colleague, Dr. Jane Newton, told him this project deserved clearing his schedule and getting out to the desert immediately. So he did.
“Trust me, Henry, this is worth it,” she told him.
So far it wasn’t. He arrived in Jostlin, Nevada during a freak rainstorm. The clerk at the hotel told Henry he had lived in the area his entire life and had never seen it rain so hard and so much in a single day.
When Henry settled for the night the radio and television news broadcasts were making the weather their lead stories.
1/3/11: The Grays
The Grays came to earth to warn us of the dangers that were out there beyond our solar system. But at that time we were ignorant and wanted only to exploit their technology. They prevented us from doing it though and we felt betrayed. But little did we know that they protected us from the danger.
Dr. Henry Goodal’s nerves settled immensely when he finally drove through the military checkpoint.
The young guard asked for his credentials and checked them against the clipboard. Henry wondered if the kid noticed the id card tremor in his hand as he handed it to the young guard, he had to no older than 18. The guard nodded to Henry when he handed back his id and waved him through the checkpoint as another guard at the gate raised the barrier.