I am Grey.

Larry King is the weirdest of the reptilians...  He seems so obvious, but he still gets away with it...  Oh well...  The reptilian leader is having a meeting with Majestic 12 tomorrow.  I think they are trying to get more members in government positions...  The U.S. isn't really happy with that.  They think because Putin invaded Georgia that a U.S. appointed reptilian might look for a reason for more war...

Edit- Whoops!  Putin is reptilian, just thought I'd mention that.

I gave a human female the ability to Lucid Dream.  She loves it.  She has some of the most peaceful dreams...

Shadow People are the most terrifying entity we have at Area 51...  I never go by the cell-block because of him.  Fedora man...  Yes, he is real.  Well...  One of him is real.  I don't know how many of you humans actually see his brothers, but the one we have happens to be a violent and disturbing entity.

His story goes as follows:

In 1989, a young woman called the police claiming that she had trapped a man wearing an overcoat and hat inside of her basement.  The police asked her for a description, but she couldn't give one.  He was "a shadow' as she said it...  Of course, the police were skeptical, but they arrived anyway, quickly delving into her lower level and scouting the basement.  The two police officers, whose names are withheld from the file, found the beast behind a washing machine when one dimmed his flashlight upon the appliance.  It was seconds later that they were back up the stairs, calling for backup of some kind.

We tap the phone lines in a separate room, so occurrences like this can be notified to us.  A super-computer does most of the job, going through each call simultaneously.  It monitors stress patterns, along with the pitch and amount of distress in the user’s voice.  There, it is pitched through a program that runs the words that appeal to us, such as: Ghost, Alien, UFO, Demons, etc…  Each entry is then made know to our staff, a number of well-trained individuals who can cipher whether or not a certain situation needs to be dealt with.

I honestly don’t know how human’s residing in Area 51 sleep with the amount of information that has been obtained from the surroundings of the sleeping public.  You really don’t know what they do to you…  Fortunately, our race doesn’t need sleep.  Our EEG levels are spiked from moment of adulthood, and continue throughout most our lives…  We have our own spate gland for energy.  It’s basically like a heart.  Without it, we lose our will to move on and die.

Anyway, back to the story…

After we had traced the call, a team quickly came in, captured the creature, and brought it to Nevada.  Ever since then it has been nothing but a ruckus…  Whenever the lights go on in his cell, he begins to slam against the walls, slamming into the viewing glass, but everything he does is so silent…  It’s very creepy.  We don’t repair his cell much.  He tends to attack at every moment he is in the open.

Interrogating him has done nothing.  I’ve never heard him speak unless it’s a high pitched scream of anger, when he has been toyed with too many times.

I might try to speak to him telepathically…  We haven’t tried that yet…

    Area 51 isn't very pleasant to the eyes, inside or out.  Of course, it is in the desert, and it is a U.S. military base, but it seems like with the amount of times I frequent the base, they would have adjusted the interior to my liking.  Its nothing but pale gray and yellow and black, for warning signs.  I prefer lighter colors, its something I've taken a liking to human nature, the exploration of color.  Not only the shades and tints of it, but the combinations!  Besides yellow and black of course...

    Dr. Flanagan saw me again.  We're slowly working through mathematics, but it has proven to be too easy for me...  I'm already past multiplication and I'm working my way through division.  Forgive me!  I probably should explain...

    I am the offspring of a an alien race unknown to you humans.  I was born on July 7th, the same date of the Roswell incident.  No, it wasn't me that caused the crash, but I am part of the reason my parents chose Earth to land our ship.  It supported oxygen, and we weren't going to make a run back for our home planet, that's for sure.

    Anyway, the reason I'm so old is because our species has a 30-year infant state of retardation, if you will...  I started learning English about 5 years after that and proceeded to adapt to human culture and learn of their ways.  There are so many interesting things about humans!  The willingness to be together for example.  Our species can go their whole lifetime without being with another.  We're a exploration race, bent on scouting the universe and adding every detail of what 'The Bang' has brought us.

    I'm sorry if this feels disjointed...  I'm still trying to perfect my writing...  Dr. Flanagan has told me to keep a online blog and investigate human culture.  He says from there I can publicize the documents the U.S. government has deemed available to the public eyes, though they may go unseen and unknown.  Dr Flanagan tells me that one of humanity's greatest powers is that of disbelief and of skepticism, one which I can never bypass with my nature.  Though I can tell these stories, posting a picture of myself is off limits....  The doctor says that the public would quickly exclaim "Shopped!", whatever that means, but its not worth taking the risk.  So, I'll have to find a picture of one of the better 'shopped' images of us greys...

I'll post more when I can articulate myself.