Author : J.S. Kachelries
My head throbbed like Iâ€™d been drinking cosmopolitans for three straight days and nights. When I was finally able to open my eyes, I was staring up at a white ceiling. Huh, thatâ€™s not my ceiling. Where the hell am I? I struggled to sit up. The walls were white too, but there were no doors or windows. This canâ€™t be good. I stood up on shaky legs and staggered toward the nearest wall. I touched it. It was hard and cold, like steel. But the floor was warm. I looked down. Whoa, I wasnâ€™t wearing any clothes except for a bath robe that ended at my knees. That settles it, this is definitely not good.
I heard a whoosh behind me and turned around in time to see a door open, like an elevator, and two deformed little man-like creatures, with large obsidian eyes, walked into the room. They looked like those pictures of the Roswell spacemen. One of them was carrying a Star Trek tricorder thingy. My legs became useless. I backed up against the ice cold wall, and slowly slid down until my butt came to rest on the floor. Thank God I didnâ€™t pee myself.
The one with the tricorder said, â€œGreetings, Ms. Earthling.â€ It sounded like a child. I hadnâ€™t seen its mouth move; I just heard the words in my head. Of course, I donâ€™t know if I can trust my senses right now.
I was stuttering horribly. â€œW-w-who ar-are you? Whe-where a-am I? Wha-what d-d-do you want? Wha-what are you going t-t-to do to m-me? Pl-pl-please donâ€™t hur-hurt me.â€ I was trembling, and sobbing, and generally behaving like a big baby. But, hell, I was scared, and Iâ€™m not ashamed to admit it.
â€œHonestly, Ms. Earthling,â€ it (he?) said, â€œyou watch too much late night television. We donâ€™t abduct intelligent species and perform perverse experiments on them against their will. That would be uncivilized. And, of course, we are civilized. However, we will eventually need to erase your memory. After all, we donâ€™t want this little encounter to end up in one of your supermarket tabloids, do we? Now, letâ€™s get down to business. This is Eloot,â€ he nodded his oversized, bald head toward his companion. â€œHe will be your council.â€
â€œC-c-council! Wha-what do I need c-c-council for?â€
â€œAs I told you Ms. Earthling, we are civilized beings. In 56,980.32, our world passed the Alien Bill of Rights, which requires us to obtain your consent prior to all tests and experiments. Eloot is here to make sure you understand your rights, and that you consent of your own free will.â€
â€œT-t-tests and e-e-experiments? Wha-what kind of e-e-experiments?â€
â€œRelax, Ms. Earthling. Thereâ€™s absolutely nothing to be concerned about. Just the standard prodding and probing, a series of nuclear magnetic resonance imaging, followed by some exploratory surgery, a couple of biopsies, and of course, weâ€™ll end with a little inter-species copulation. Thatâ€™s my favorite part. In fact, someday, you might have looked back on this little adventure and actually laughed. But, of course, you wonâ€™t remember any of it. Now, shall we begin?â€
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