The traffic had started to
back up about half hour on I-15 north of Barstow due to an accident
and in that traffic was a black Porsche driven by Alex Dell, Hollywood
screenwriter heading back to LA from Vegas after what he thought had
to be one of the luckiest days of his life. It was almost eerie that
he had won every double-down hand on the blackjack tables, the last
which netted him 30 grand for the weekend. УGuess this ends the
streakФ Alex was nervous about the drive back. He knew that luck
didnt hold forever and many times ended with a nasty run of bad luck,
hopefully this was the worst of it. After finally reaching Barstow,
with no end to the traffic in sight, he exited the Interstate and took
a secondary highway heading west toward Edwards Air Force Base,
figuring it was better to head into LA from the north from
Lancaster. The Porsche ate the desert miles quickly until suddenly the
lights and engine quit completely. УSon of bitch! ThatТs # 2!
OH FUCK! stuck out in the middle of the desert at 1 in the morning,
gonna have to wait here all night for some goober to tow me, and
heТll probably charge me the whole 30 fucking grand I won,
SHIT!Ф Alex picked up the cell phone to call the California Highway
Patrol, but it was completely dead like the Porsche. У Number 3, OK
- what the fuck else is gonna go wrongФ as he banged the phone on
the dashboard and became vaguely aware of a low humming sound and a
strange blue light descending from the lonely desert sky.
In the conference room at
National Security, everyone looked at Dr Levin for some kind of signal
that this was all a stunt, but her expression was never more
serious. After a minute, Ted Larson stood up and told his peers, У
From now on this project has top secret classification, and NOBODY,
and I mean sure as hell NOBODY is to enter this wing of the building,
or the site where the subject is without my PERSONAL approval, and
godammit Charlie, make sure this time none of the maids or janitors
can read a word of English! Understood?Ф УYes sirФ
Alex had momentarily forgotten
the stalled car and the dead cell phone, and turned to look at the
light which was approaching slowly from about 150 yards from the
highway. He thought at first it might have been a chopper from the
Base, but within a few seconds he had realized that this was no
helicopter or plane. He felt the car roll off the road and toward the
craft. He tried to hit the brake but couldnt move his legs, or open
the door to get out of the car. Whatever this thing was, he had its
attention and it wanted him to come over, and a wave of panic overcame
his paralyzed body before he fainted.
Patrolman Mike Mendoza was on
his patrol on state highway 58 out of Barstow when he spotted what
appeared to be a car parked out in the middle of the desert. Mike
immediately wheeled the car into the dust, and came upon a black
Porsche with no one in it or around it. He walked up to the car
sitting there in the early morning light and inspected the inside for
any signs of trouble. The keys were still in the ignition and there
were no drugs or anything else unusual. He thought it unusual that if
anybody stole an expensive car they wouldnt leave it in the desert, it
would be in Mexico by now. He went back to the patrol car and punched
the license # into the computer. It was registered to an Alex Dell,
35504 Mulholland Dr , Los Angeles, CA, but there was no report of it
being stolen, and being a Monday there was a good chance he would miss
the car. Medoza radioed to dispatch. У Yeah, This is Mendoza, I got
a Porsche parked out here in the middle of the desert off highway 58
about 25 miles west of Barstow, California plates 3NWA953, belongs to
an Alex Dell in LA. Could you check with LAPD to see if anybody
reported it stolen and see if they could call this guy and tell him we
found his car?Ф УSure Mike, anything else?Ф УWell, if he
doesnt answer, maybe they better go over there to see if he ate a
bulletФ
The transcripts of Dr LevinТs medical and psychiatric examinations were handed out to the task force, detailing an amazing story which would normally be found in the supermarket tabloids or on the X-Files, but this was the result of an assesment done by a team with impeccible reputations. But this story told by the patient was only a prelude to what may be an agenda by unknown forces impacting the entire human race, and they had to further probe the memories of the patient and painstakingly re-examine every word to look for anything the patient witnessed and exprienced over and over to find the answers.
Subject Name: УJane DoeФ - given by subject as Alex Dell Date of
Birth: No birth certificate - given by subject as 3/5/69 Place of
Birth: given as Hempstead, Long Island, NY by subject Height:
5Т9Ф Weight: 125 Eyes: Green Hair: Brown Sex: Female Race:
Caucasion Ethnic Background: Irish Occupation: Exotic Dancer - after
incident; Before Incident: Screenwriter Mother: Not Found - given as
Maria Pastore Dell by subject Father: Not Found - given as George Dell
by subject Present Address: 3975 Magnolia Blvd, Burbank,CA - also
given as 35504 Mulholland Dr, Los Angeles,CA Physical: Subject in
excellent condition, no indications of disease or cancer. Small
reddish
circular marks on lower abdomen between the navel and
vagina. Uterus shows indications of repeated gynocological
examinations, no indications of childbirth, miscarriage, abortion or
pregnancy. Blood Type B+ , normal red cell count, white cell count
slightly above normal, HIV negative. (continued)
Dental
exam; filling on left rear and upper right 1st molars, root canal
scars on upper right incisor. No capping, crowns, or bonding. Normal
alignment
NOTE: Dental records of subject and Alex Dell match
completely.
Psychological: Subject shows no dysfunctional behavior, has an
indivualistic and occasionally rebellious and stubborn
personality. Much closer to mother in childhood and adolescence than
father. Ambitious and creative with a strong imigination. Political
views libertarian ,carries a cynical attitude toward government. All
testing indicates that subject can distinguish between fantasy and
reality. Superstitious. No indications of schizophrenia,
manic-depression, or strong
paranoia. Symptoms of post-traumatic stress are
evident. Subject reports vivid and frightening nightmares. Subject has
highly developed memory skills prior to 6/29/95. Has memory lapses of
events subsequent to that date which have been accessed thru hypnotic
therapy. IQ rating: 145. Subject showed no stress each battery of lie
detector tests. All testing known for delusions proved negative.
SPECIAL NOTE: Fingerprints obtained from Los Angeles County for
subject and for Alex Dell match perfectly. Events pertaining to the
life of Alex Dell
narrated by the subject for the previous 25
years have been verified by Task Force investigators. Events about
Hollywood celebrities not known to the general public have also been
verified by investigators.
Under normal circumstances, All evidence would
be admitted in a court of law. All evidence indicates beyond
reasonable doubt that the subject is Alex Dell, reported as missing
6/30/95, last seen traveling by car between Las Vegas NV and Los
Angeles CA in Barstow CA at approximately 11:30 pm Sunday June 30
1995. Case still open with
Los Angeles Police Dept, Los Angeles County
SheriffТs Office,
San Bernardino County Sherriff, California
Highway Patrol, Las Vegas Police Dept, Nevada Highway Patrol. Although
limited transgendering is possible by available medical means, all DNA
and chomosome tests indicate subject is female with a fully developed
and functional uterus and ovaries, menstruates and is fully able to
give childbirth, which is currently impossible with any known medical
technology . Neither subject nor Alex Dell is hermophoditic.
Alex sat up in the bed in her
room, which the task force had made to feel as homey as possible, but
it still felt to her like a Ramada Inn or something. She had accepted
the fact that she was changed forever, but she thought sardonically
that the least those alien bastards could have done was given her a
valid birth certificate, social security #, driver license and credit
cards. Then she could have at least had some kind of life. Hell, now
she would be considered normal for sleeping with men. The aliens had
done a complete job on her including all the plumbing. She didnt look
or sound like some sort of drag queen out of West Hollywood. No adams
apple, different bone structure, just the right size breasts, although
the other girls she worked with when she was dancing told her if she
got implants she would make more money. And one more thing the aliens
didnt forget, these goddamn menstrual cramps she was having. She had
taken some Midol and finally gotten to sleep, but one of those dreams
about the aliens had woken her again. She looked out the window toward
the stars and said aloud, УThanks for nothing, Motherfuckers!Ф
Mike Mendoza went out on his
shift on the highway out of Barstow the same way he had done for every
morning for the last year, since that morning he had found the Porsche
in the desert. He also stopped at that same spot in the desert,
walking around that spot which the government had raked over, carrying
away the burned brush and strange soil. Something more than a
suspected murder had happened to that Hollywood writer, that much he
knew. Hell, even if he was Tom Cruise or Arnold Schartzenegger or
something, the Feds and the Air Force wouldnt have come to erase all
the signs of a crime scene and taken the car into an enclosed trailer
and hauled it away, they had taken his video of the scene and his wife
had said that agents had come to the house when he was working to look
for any copies of the tape after he had shown a copy to a network
reporter and showed it on national tv. The Feds finally took down all
the barriers when environmentalists raised hell about the government
digging up the desert. He was hoping to find at least one grain that
the Santa Ana winds might have carried out of the Feds reach. Mike was
walking back to the patrol car when he felt a pebble in his shoe. He
took the shoe off and looked at the sole and it hit him right then and
there; У thatТs it! of course, YO LO TENGO!!Ф
Another cop was thinking about the Dell case, in LA
Lt Bob Griffin had gone through the ringer and was still trying to fight off the Gay Rights activists giving him a ration of shit over the grilling he gave DellТs roomate and lover Dave
Krager. There was always some loud mouth protester on the evening news spouting about how Griffin should be with his fascist buddy Mark Fuhrman in Idaho and not oppressing the politically correct victim groups in LA. Krager hadnt told the whole truth about how he and Dell were getting along. Krager had left Vegas earlier the day Dell disappeared after a nasty argument witnessed by other patrons, and receipts from the airline had shown he had flown back to LA after he said Dell had called him. It looked like he had a pretty good suspect until that crazy bimbo got arrested in the Valley for having DellТs license and credit cards on her. After that it got nutsy, when her lawyer claimed in court that she was not guilty by reason of insanity, claiming she was Alex Dell and that aliens had change him into a woman. It got totally strange when the lawyer got Dell and the topless dancerТs fingerprints and the damn things matched perfectly. That along with that Mexican highway patrolman who showed the videotapes to a reporter. Next thing he knew, the FBI was in the office and took the woman off. The entire case was dropped, the Feds told him that as far as anyone was concerned, the case was now inactive and that the girl had nothing to do with the Dell case, and that he should just drop everything for his own good. Fine with him. He just wished that the homos would just drop everything too.
6/14/96 - I hereby swear that all events which I am describing happened exactly as I remember them. I was born Alex Michael Dell on March 5, 1969 in Hempstead, Long Island (NY). I was born male and was that way until the night of June 29, 1995. On that night I was driving back to Los Angeles from Las Vegas after a weekend with my lover, David Krager. David had flown back to LA after an argument, but I didnТt care anymore, I had just won 30,000 dollars at the blackjack tables and was ready to tell him to move out. I was starting to fall in love with someone else and was breaking it off with him. I left Las Vegas at approximately 9 pm that night and drove south on interstate 15 until traffic backed up north of Barstow, CA. Stopping for gas and coffee, the attendant said traffic was backed up to here all the way to Cajon Pass due to an accident. I took an alternate route which was California state highway 58, traffic was suprisingly sparse and drove for about 15 minutes until the car completely lost power. The cellular phone in the car was also dead. At that time I heard a low humming noise and noticed a bluish light off the road maybe about 150 yards away. The craft approached me and the car suddenly rolled off the road toward the craft. I was unable to move my body at this time. As I got closer to the craft I thought I saw something or someone coming out of it and toward the car. I dont have any waking memory of what happened exactly after that but Dr LevinТs tapes describe better than I think I want to really know. The tapes describe what I see in my dreams a lot. The next thing I remember is being alone on the side of the road outside of Palm Springs and feeling very strange and different. I had on the same jeans and shirt but they didnt fit right. My feet didnt fit my shoes and my hands were smaller. My skin was different, and I had grown breasts. My hair had grown from shoulder length almost to my waist. Most of all, my penis didnt feel like it was there, and opening my pants I saw to my horror that it was gone. After gathering myself together after the shock, (it was strange to hear another voice coming out of my throat) I managed to hitchhike into Palm Springs and catch a bus into LA. I still had the money I won in Vegas and figured that would hold me for a while, but I didnt know how I was going to work or where I was going to stay. I stayed in a hotel in Hollywood, and remembered a man on Santa Monica Blvd who did good fake IDТs. He only had to change the M to an F and take a new picture of me to change the license. I could still call myself Alex since the name fits both men and women. The credit cards I figured were OK because my signature was still the same. I needed to find some work and the only work I could find where they would only ask for proof of age was as an exotic dancer. The aliens at least made me very attractive as a woman, but I was considered good looking when I was a man too. I found out that I has about 2 months worth of time missing between the time I was abducted and the time I was freed. There have been other times since then until I was arrested and taken by the Federal Government that I have had time that I couldnt account for. On February 12, 1996 I was pulled over on Ventura Boulevard in Sherman Oaks and taken into custody for possesion of a false drivers license, then arrested for possesion of stolen credit cards and suspicion of murder. I was grilled by the detectives who wanted to know where I got the cards from. I said nothing until I was able to get an attorney. I knew I had no explanation for having the license and credit cards so I took a chance and told the attorney what really happened. He made a motion at the arraignment to have the charges dismissed due to insanity, but I told him to check the fingerprints for Alex Dell and the dental records and when he found that they were and exact match he decided to call HardCopy or Current Affair or one of those tabloid shows and when the story got on tv, I was taken into custody by federal agents. From there I was transferred to this operations center which I have no idea where it is located.
Alex Dell
Dr Levin took a deep breath and entered the conference room with the final report on the patient designated NSC-42987. УCome on in Julie, weТll skip all the priliminary bullshit and get started right away, you know everybody in here, so have a seat and lets hear what the vedict isФ She nodded to Ted Gorman, the head of the National Security agency and looked at the rest of the group. As a psychiatrist she knew immediately the high suspense and anxiety in the faces of the group. The last time she saw a room this hushed was when everyone watched the OJ Simpson verdict on TV. They awaited her verdict, and she was as sure of the diagnosis of her team than she had ever been. У WeТve run all the tests that we know of and our final conclusion is that this patient is not fabricating this incredible story and suffers from no delusions or pre-existing pyschosises or any of what Ted calls the Уpsychobabble-my-momma-abused-me-give-me-government-check-and-a-day- on- Geraldo - crapp-o-laФ. She watched the incredulous look on the faces at the table and repeated, У ThatТs right, Completely and Totally SANE!Ф
The traffic had started to
back up about half hour on I-15 north of Barstow due to an accident
and in that traffic was a black Porsche driven by Alex Dell, Hollywood
screenwriter heading back to LA from Vegas after what he thought had
to be one of the luckiest days of his life. It was almost eerie that
he had won every double-down hand on the blackjack tables, the last
which netted him 30 grand for the weekend. УGuess this ends the
streakФ Alex was nervous about the drive back. He knew that luck
didnt hold forever and many times ended with a nasty run of bad luck,
hopefully this was the worst of it. After finally reaching Barstow,
with no end to the traffic in sight, he exited the Interstate and took
a secondary highway heading west toward Edwards Air Force Base,
figuring it was better to head into LA from the north from
Lancaster. The Porsche ate the desert miles quickly until suddenly the
lights and engine quit completely. УSon of bitch! ThatТs # 2!
OH FUCK! stuck out in the middle of the desert at 1 in the morning,
gonna have to wait here all night for some goober to tow me, and
heТll probably charge me the whole 30 fucking grand I won,
SHIT!Ф Alex picked up the cell phone to call the California Highway
Patrol, but it was completely dead like the Porsche. У Number 3, OK
- what the fuck else is gonna go wrongФ as he banged the phone on
the dashboard and became vaguely aware of a low humming sound and a
strange blue light descending from the lonely desert sky.
In the conference room at National Security, everyone looked at Dr Levin for some kind of signal that this was all a stunt, but her expression was never more serious. After a minute, Ted Larson stood up and told his peers, У From now on this project has top secret classification, and NOBODY, and I mean sure as hell NOBODY is to enter this wing of the building, or the. There have been other times since then until I was arrested and taken by the Federal Government that I have had time that I couldnt account for. On February 12, 1996 I was pulled over on Ventura Boulevard in Sherman Oaks and taken into custody for possesion of a false drivers license, then arrested for possesion of stolen credit cards and suspicion of murder. I was grilled by the detectives who wanted to know where I got the cards from. I said nothing until I was able to get an attorney. I knew I had no explanation for having the license and credit cards so I took a chance and told the attorney what really happened. He made a motion at the arraignment to have the charges dismissed due to insanity, but I told him to check the fingerprints for Alex Dell and the dental records and when he found that they were and exact match he decided to call HardCopy or Current Affair or one of those tabloid shows and when the story got on tv, I was taken into custody by federal agents. From there I was transferred to this operations center which I have no idea where it is located.
Alex Dell
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