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I can tell you this, hand to God: it doesn't matter if it's angels, demons, little green men, Russian tech, swamp gas, atmospheric inversions, or a flock of geese. When I was at the Pentagon, I made the mistake - twice - of joking about it. In both cases, the friendly conversation stopped, and the other individual walked away in mid-sentence. Period. I was a ghost to them. Whatever it may be, we're aware of it, and have been for a while. And it obviously isn't spoken of outside of a secure area, even at the Pentagon. Let's just say that the demeanor of the other person turned, well, for lack of a better term, grim. There was almost a physical pall in the air. It creeped me out and part of me isn't sure I wanna know anymore.