God, it looks like there are fifty maybe, or a hundred, a lot. I mean, well maybe not a hundred. I don’t know—a lot. It’s really sad, they all look like they’re dead.
Do you see any movement coming from the babies?
I don’t see any. But I know they’re alive.
As you look do you see any… is this a room just with these boxes, or is there any other kind of… ?
I think there’s some kind of feeding device, but I’m not sure. There’s something very strange about the room, but I don’t know what it is. By this time I’m just absolutely exhausted, anyway. I’m too tired to even argue. I just want to lie down.
… Do you see any babies that are completely enclosed in something? In closed containers of sorts. Or are they all just open-air boxes?
They seem like they might be in water or something. Possibly.
Are they lying horizontally, or are they… ?
No, they’re curled up. You know, I think they’re little embryos, or big embryos, or fetuses, or whatever. The impression that I have is when I was in biology in college, and they used to have all the babies at every stage, in little jars, it was horrible. That’s what’s going on here.
Now, when you take a look at these jars or whatever, is that what… ?
No, they’re in boxes. It’s like the Museum of Natural History. I am reminded, I keep thinking of fish, fish, I keep thinking of fish. And I’m thinking of babies, and the way they have gills, and… I’m just so confused and tired, and I don’t care.
So, when you look at this nursery, are you seeing a sort of variety of babies, in different stages of development, or are they all sort of the same?
I think that it’s graded, sort of. That as you go into different areas there’s different stages, past certain areas. Oh, now I see why I didn’t want to remember this, too. When you see the kids it’s pretty weird. When you see the babies it’s weird, but when you see the little fetuses, there’s no doubt about what they’re doing.
And what do you think they’re doing here?
They’re breeding us. I mean, but there’s no doubt. I mean, as weird as the other stuff might, I mean, as much of the other stuff might seem not to leave any doubt either, this is absolutely clear. These are embryos they’re taking from human women, probably, and they’ve stuck them in there…. Some of them may be human babies, as far as I know.
(Karen Morgan, 32, 1981)
Anita Davis had the opportunity to see the Beings placing an em bryo that they had just extracted from her into a tank in an incubatorium. A Being had told her that other babies she had created were on board. She wanted to see them, and the Being obliged.
We just go out straight into this big area…. It seems to get brightly lit and very large and almost square, like a room, a big room. I think he says it would be impossible to see all of them that I had ever had a part in creating, because I started creating them when I was eleven. That’s too many. They’re not all there. They’re someplace else.
What’s in this room? Is this a big empty room?
There’s one row of, the whole wall is tanks, the whole wall of tanks, almost like fish tanks. Rectangular. We know what’s in them.
There’s liquid in them, you mean?
Mm-hmm, and little hybrid whatever-they-ares.
Mm-hmm.
I seem to have approached them with a positive attitude borne of familiarity, that they’re not hideous or horrible, because I’ve been there so much. Just like he [the Taller Being] is not hideous or horrible, it’s familiar…. I just walk almost up and down the rows looking at all different phases of development, and he points out, “This one’s yours.” I want to see which ones are mine.
He can tell that?
He can tell me, yeah—unless he’s doing it to humor me. It seems he’s very adept at pointing out, “This one is from a month ago.” There are five or six that are mine, right on that wall.
How are these babies in there? Are they suspended? Are they lying on the top?
I would say suspended and attached to the side, or almost attached by something, but it is not an organic something, like a cord…. It is something that sticks out, and they had plugged a little fetus thing onto it, and that’s what it’s growing on. That’s what provides food, and whatever.
Is the fetuslike thing in a little sort of sack?
Mm-mmm [No], just there. Almost inanimate. You can see bubbles, though. I don’t know if there’s a breathing process, but it’s like fish tanks. They’re sort of “starey,” almost dead-looking. But they’re growing.
How many are there?
I would say a hundred.
Do you hear any noises, or not?
I get the impression that I hear a bubbling kind of, maybe the liquid inside moving somewhat, maybe a machine running the whole contraption. It does seem like real sound.
Okay.
It’s not water in there. It’s waterlike. It’s not solid, and it’s more solid than liquid.
It’s got a different consistency than water?
Yes. It’s like Jell-O before it’s set…. You could say it’s solid, but it isn’t. Or the stuff that you make from cornstarch and water that has three different consistencies.
Where is he? Is he standing with you while you’re observing this?
Mm-hmm.
When you walk into this room, are these tanks covering 360 degrees of the room?
It looks like just one wall, one side. That’s it. I don’t think they are anywhere else in the room. Just this one wall.
You say you basically see them in different stages of development?
Mm-hmm.
So I’m assuming they go from smaller…
Not in any order.
I see….
The little guy comes in another door while they’re standing here looking… [and] he walks over to a tank. It’s right about at his level. And I’m bending over watching this process. It’s like almost a spatula kind of thing.
Hmm…
How can he get into the tank? That’s what I don’t understand, because they’re all piled up. He reaches into the top, and has this thing in his fingers. He doesn’t have as many fingers.
What about the spatula?
It was to lift it [the embryo] up out of this dish, and to put it like this on two fingers…. And he attaches it to something around the middle of the tank. Like a little hose that comes out or something. I don’t know how he attaches it. There’s a sense of “There, there’s another one. I’m done with this job.” Then he goes away, the little guy.
Uh-huh.
There’s some excitement. It’s like I’ve never been allowed to see this before….
So if he puts it into a tank, are there other empty tanks there?
I think a few, not a whole lot. There’s some near the top that look just about fully formed, they’re bigger. So maybe there’s a big turnaround, I don’t know.
So when he puts it in, what does he do then?
He turns around and leaves.
(Anita Davis, 32, 1991)
The Nursery
In another child-presentation procedure, the aliens take the abductee into a room either singly or with a group of other abductees and show her a nurserylike area containing as many as a hundred babies. Abductees nearly always say that aliens attending the babies are females. The babies may be lying on a “bed” or on some sort of a holder. There might be many rows of them, with each row containing perhaps ten babies. More often than not, they are lying in hard, transparent boxes. Obviously not fetuses, these babies are old enough to live on their own. However, the babies appear phlegmatic and sickly.
Karen Morgan has seen nurseries on a number of occasions. The aliens usually show them to her with groups of other people. Typically, she is told that some of the babies are hers. She resists this idea and refuses to have her emotions swayed by it.
Then they took you through a hallway and brought you into this other room….
I’m in the nursery this tim
e…. There’s lots of babies there.
Now, Karen, as you look at these babies can you tell me what they look like in terms of how they’re being held?…
… There’s attendants in the room, those creatures. I think they’re women creatures. I think of them as nurses. I know why, because I’ve seen them before. I think they’re the nurses.
You’ve seen them before in this nursery area, or somewhere else?
No, I’ve seen them in the nursery…. I see attendants in a room, and I don’t know how many—four, five, I don’t know. Sort of like, see, this is confused with our own nurseries because it’s not maybe that different. They’re kind of bending over them, you know… but mostly they’re just sort of standing there, like they’re standing guard. They’re standing. They’re just standing.
Now, as you look at the babies, are the babies horizontal, or are they vertical, or… ?
Horizontal. But they don’t make baby noises like crying and stuff. I mean, it’s not like they’re crying. They should be crying, that many babies.
How many babies do you think there are there?
Twenty, thirty, I don’t know, a lot. Twenty?…
Are the babies… are their feet toward you, or are their heads toward you?
I wish I could see it better. The room’s here, I have this impression that, okay, I’m standing here and it’s like they’re, what’s the word, they’re lying like this, here’s their head and here’s their feet.
So they’re sort of horizontal to you.
Perpendicular to me. I think they might go in like a semicircle. I can’t see this very well. I don’t know why. It’s kind of frustrating, because I know I’m there but I can’t really see it.
Can you see what’s in back of you?
I’m very disoriented. I don’t… What I’m giving are impressions, they’re not really even…
That’s okay. Why are you observing this?
I don’t know! See, they don’t give me any reasons…. I think the two little things are still with me, but maybe the other one has come too, the thing I thought was a woman. And I say, “It’s a big incubator. It’s a giant incubator! My God!” She doesn’t say anything. I say that, “Why are you showing me this?” She says I have to see it. But why? “Why do I have to see it?” “Because you’re involved with it.” “No I’m not. Oh no I’m not!” And she says, “Oh yes you are.” And I don’t like the way she says that. And I stand there and I’m staring at them, and I say, “Sorry, but you picked the wrong person. I don’t care about babies. I don’t even like babies.” I mean I’m giving it more coherence than I thought, you know, but I gave her that impression. She says, “That’s all right, you’re still involved. You’re still involved.” And right then I’m determined that I’m not going to let them use those babies to get to me, because I didn’t have anything to do with them. And there’s like a curtain that comes over me, and I just won’t let them use it.
Does she say anything about the state of the babies?
Yes. They need mothers. They need something. They need their mothers, they need their mothers. They have to have their mothers. I say you should have thought about that before you started them, because I’m not going to get involved. She says, “Don’t you care about them. Don’t you care?” And I say, “Don’t you care. Don’t you care?” And now it seems like there’s almost something approaching anger in her, it’s something approaching anger. And it’s like a darkness in her or something, it’s like a… something I feel from her. And she says either “They’re yours,” or “It’s yours,” or, “Some of them are yours,” but there’s some of those babies in that room that are mine. Probably just one, because they’re all the same age. And I say, “So what. I don’t care. I don’t care.” And now it’s like she shrugs and says, “It doesn’t matter if you care or not, it doesn’t matter. They need their mothers, they have to have their mothers.”
(Karen Morgan, 30, 1979)
While on vacation in Ireland in 1988, Barbara Archer was abducted and taken into a nursery where she also observed babies in holders.
They lead me to the end of the third row, and then down the side, back out to the doorway. And then we’re in that hallway that’s darker again. And then we go out onto the main corridor. And then we turn right again. I think we continue down that hallway. We walked by a few rooms, subrooms on the side. And after we passed three or four of them, we come to one that they lead me into. And it’s still pretty big, but it’s not as big as the other room. And instead of tables… [I see] something like a bassinet, but that’s not what it is. It’s small, and it’s not deep, but you can fit something into it….
How many of these tables are there?
I think there were probably about twenty. And there’s like a nurse in there taking care of all these babies that are there. I feel a little scared when I see these babies at first.
Are these older babies, or younger, or…?
I think that there are a lot of baby babies, but then they get older. There are some that look like they are several months old.
From your vantage point, when you look at this, can you see them all, or are some too far away for you to see?
There are two rows of ten, and I’m sort of standing in the middle of the rows.
I see. Do the babies have diapers on or something?
They have sort of like a diaper thing, but it’s not like Pampers or something. Some of the older babies have like a little dress thing, but not a dress, it’s just kind of a, it’s not real fancy or anything, it’s just kind of, maybe like a nightgown is the best description I can come up with.
Like a smock?
Yes.
Does it have arms?
I don’t think it does. They’re not long-sleeved if it does. I can’t really tell from where I am where the older babies are.
Do you get a sense of whether they’re boy babies or girl babies?
I guess there’s probably both.
But it’s not readily apparent, I guess?
You kind of, it sounds strange, but I think that I kind of know the difference.
So you sort of stand there between the two rows of babies. Do the babies look a little bit different, or… ?
They scared me when I first looked at them because they looked odd. They look kind of old. They don’t have much hair. They have some hair, but not much. They kind of scare me a little bit when I first look at their faces.
What’s their skin like? Is it normal-looking skin, or… ?
It’s a little bit more, it’s like grayish, or it’s like lighter than ours. It’s not, but it’s not the same as theirs either.
Are these babies squirming around, moving?
Some of them are, a lot. Some of them are just more quiet, I guess. They strike me as being very fragile. I feel like maybe they’re what I would think of as premature babies, or babies with, they’re fragile, they’re not, I feel like they’re not real strong.
You’re saying they don’t look healthy and robust?
Well, they don’t look healthy to me. They’re kind of scrawny or something. But some of the older babies are longer.
Are they also thin?
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