After going down north of Roswell in 1947, one crew member died in the crash, and the second died in transit to a U.S. Army Air Force Base in Roswell, months before the U.S. Air Force was created. This guy knew very little English, he was the engineer of the craft, not the crew chief. When the military asked what his name was, he thought they were asking him where he came from. He said, "In orbit," in the best English he could manage. They misunderstood him, and thought his name was Norbit. The name stuck, as the weeks passed, and he learned English, and the government personnel learned of his world and ways.
Yes, the Roswell crash was 75 years ago. But Grey aliens have a natural lifespan of about 150 Earth years, and Norbit was 35, in our years, when his ship crashed. At 110 years old now, he's got plenty of life left, comparable to a 60-year-old here on Earth.
Norbit has been working with various U.S. government agencies, mostly on engineering projects, since 1947. And yes millennials, he smokes. His planet actually has air that's quite toxic by Earth standards, and the Greys have adapted to it over thousands of years, and their bodies flush airborne toxins out much better than ours do. He picked up smoking in the 1940's, when many of the humans he worked with smoked, and hasn't stopped. He still shows no signs of lung cancer, and telling to stop smoking really pisses him off.
Norbit, overall, is really low key, like many engineers. He doesn't talk a lot, he likes solving tough engineering problems, and keeps to himself much of his off time. He enjoys playing backgammon and a few card games now and then, and watching science based shows on TV and YouTube.
While he was the first Grey to live here on Earth, among humans, for an extended period, he's not alone. It turns out that, as advanced as the Greys spacecraft are, our lightning here on Earth can really do a number on them, or at least the craft from a few decades ago. As more and more craft crashed on Earth, more and more Grey aliens crashed in the 1950's, 60's, and since. The survivors all lived in secret bases, deep underground, until the mid 1970's. At that point they had a bit of a mutiny, and demanded to be able to live somewhere on the surface.
After much debate, a well hidden little canyon, a ways east of White Sands missile range, in western New Mexico, was chosen as the site. Government officials moved in a bunch of single wide mobile homes, drilled a well for water, and put in the basic necessities. The 53 Greys in the U.S. at the time all moved in, and the place soon got nicknamed "Grey Valley."
Since aliens don't officially exist, they can't travel anywhere in public, so they're pretty much stuck in Grey Valley. There is a big cave next to their trailer park, with a pub in the front part, just out of sight. There are several lower levels hollowed out in it, for labs, machine shops, and tech rooms, for the various types of work they do. They had TV early on, and eventually got internet a couple years after it came out.
So now most of the aliens there are active online, using aliases. Several play multi-player online games, and interact with humans who think they're just another person on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram somewhere. They also buy a shitload of stuff from Amazon, eBay, Etsy, and other online shops. Everything they order gets delivered to a main gate loading dock, miles away, then transported by truck to Grey Valley. Most of them are into buying crypto as well, and several have become crypto millionaires, which doesn't make the U.S. government very happy. But they do their respective jobs, and otherwise keep low profiles. So the feds tolerate their online interactions, and crypto and a bit of stock trading.
After many years living as a small group in a trailer park, though, some of them are getting kind of weird. In the future I'll share with you my drawings of this odd, quirky group of aliens. They are the Grey Trash. Here are a couple more. There are many more to come, with their thoughts on different things.
Moron disclaimer: Just in case you're a complete fucking idiot (and many of you are, judging by your online posts), this story is all FICTION. The Grey aliens living in secret bases is an American urban legend at this point, and my Grey Trash drawings are my take on this idea. I have no idea if aliens actually exist, if the Greys exist, if a UFO is what crashed outside Roswell, or any of the other things people have heard about aliens. I started drawing aliens in 1998 or so, and first drew one smoking a cigarette in 2009. It just made me laugh, and the idea of "white trash aliens living in a trailer park," began to form in my head.
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