An Alien Amongst Aliens

It was only last night that we came back from what some might call a fictional madness. A state of disbelief suspended in reality. We came back. I am not sure that I wanted to return but being an alien there forbade me a choice, I came back. How from here I ended there is quite the mystery but it happened so quickly after the INSIGHT event that I had no time to adjust to examine or reject the circumstances.

I remember being with some friends in the streets of our dark city, oh I have failed to tell you earlier about our city. We call it the dark city because after some strange cosmic events, which our great scientist have not been able to explain, an evening darkness covered the sky and settled never to leave. We were saved from starvation but the fact that by the time of the darkening event most of our food was quite artificial. We bragged that mother nature had no part in our new diets and indeed this had saved us all from certain death. Had we been dependent on herds, grains and fruits we would have perished.

Indeed this sparked a debate as to how brilliant our past leaders had been in gradually removing the natural diet on the grocery shelf and substituting it with artificial foods. The opponents of this view claimed that it had not been a conscientious decision but rather a subconscious guidance of the will to survive. In-spite of the fact that our more primal instincts were clinging to taste we had successfully faked them into accepting fake coloring and flavoring.

So this two schools of thought struggle on because we have to determined if we have to burden ourselves with incredible decisions for the sake of posterity. To think that someone actually understood what a blessing it has been for us to depend on a laboratory diet is incredible and perhaps we do not give the our ancestors enough credit for their brilliance.

It must have been painful to surrender what I have read are gourmet foods I was once told by a former teacher that our ancestors palate was spoiled by taste, they could not have survived one life time in a space station. The same historian told me that because so many were being killed by the wonderful taste of their foods they had to lower cholesterol salt and sugar in their diets and ironically it was this that led to the dramatic advancement in the development of artificial flavors to mimic chocolate, butter, sugar, and many other foods. And so today I can live in my beautiful dark city because in the old days peoples arteries were clogged by fine foods.

Always it seems some must die so that others might live in ways unimaginable to the sacrificed. I had to explain that bit of history so you wouldn’t think me mad for leaving in a place covered by an evening of darkness. But as I was telling you I was with friends that eternal evening when we stumbled into some strangers at a brew house. The term brew is largely sentimental, the romantics cling to it, for our beer is quick chemical mix that requires no time to ferment, it is instant like coffee or wine. Some of my friends, thinking themselves exotic specialist actually buy the darkest of packets of the chemical powder and mix them at home with purified water. They tell me it taste better this way yet I cant tell the difference. The brew houses do the same thing but my friends tell me that the brew houses are careless and that the care my friends take in mixing the blend does something wonderful to the flavor.

What I think to myself is that if I pick a bum of the street and give him the flavor packets and a bucket of flesh water right out of the faucet, he will drop the mix in the bucket and it will taste the same as my friends home brew. These foolish romantics like to complicate their lives just to give meaning and value to what they find unacceptable.

So I was telling you we stumbled into some peculiar looking people two man and a woman they were drinking a bit much so they were being loud and obnoxious, neither quality has been expurgated from the lab brew. In fact it had been questioned severely if people would actually drink if it did not induce obnoxious behaviors and sickening hangovers. These men and woman were talking about aliens in a friendly fashion and very seriously as well so I took it to be that they were relatives or direct decedents of aliens. though their manner was very civilized and endemic to our culture.

The aliens usually came to our dark city because the lab food was cheap and they could get jobs as prostitutes or entertainers. The food stuff was cheap here because we had the most sophisticated chemical labs in the world sure others who’s names are practically unmentionable had manage to duplicate the chemical process for adequate nutrition but the stuff tasted awful their flavor is not as developed nor is the coloring though now more and more people care less about the coloring the flavor still matters much.

The aliens were the unfortunate ones, and while we all felt pity for them we also felt that they had to go back to where they came from besides they wanted to benefit from our technology and services the product of our enduring disciplines but they opted for none of our cultural heritage. Now again this apparent alien group seeming to belong to our dark city were also very well dressed in simple but sophisticated attire, completely void of idolatry. I mean by this that some times in my trips into the lower areas we called them the blue areas, that is, places where the aliens formed fluid communities, fluid in the sense that they were constantly flowing in and out never settling but never leaving either so these communities were lacking of form but not of muck! Muck of earth bound primitive instinct, void of genuine culture or civility. However no muck on this aliens.

Now I should explain that because you might think me prejudice if I don’t. They, the aliens came from many places that were still living largely on the history of their culture, and they had not developed anything substantial for the future or the contemporary world to use, not including cheap labor. We could even say that they were aliens even in their own countries because their technologies, their business strategies, and even their political structures were imported. Their significant intelligentsia was even trained at our universities, so when they, these aliens, grew up on their own countries they did so adopting our music, learning concepts that were ours and not theirs, and ever attempting to be more like us while cynically clinging for pride or sanity to their heritage which had a golden past but was quiet useless in these contemporary times. There intellectuals would always tell us we are great because of our history .where you have none. Had this been a relevant factor for survival we would take them seriously but it was an attempt at acquiring life energy from the past, which leads to malnutrition.

All this was in my view most obvious in the dress code, there has always been depression in the way an alien dresses probably because the aliens were running away from the country and people that are in their heart, this has to be painful and brutal, all while running into and away from our culture, the one that out of body they live in everyday. When aliens arrive at our country it is as if they had arrived at the place conditioned into their ideals, this was the place to be, so the disappointment our culture produces is never genuinely accepted. Born into diametrically opposed cultures, with a desire for both translates into rest in neither, and that realization has to be postponed indefinitely or until it is impossible to change it, not doing so would make them mad or force them to commit suicide which is to say postponed till death is an absolute.

When I visit the blue zones this becomes very apparent in the dress the women wear. Women are always the ones to represent their ethnic social dynamic with their wears. They display of an ethnic dress while wearing a color, a belt or a hair do representative of the new world. So part of their fashion is rooted in their mother country while they also attempt to display a vogue relationship to ours and this clash, for that is what it all ends up being, produces a hideous backward and awkward display of taste and manner that only occurs when two very distinct cultures are separated by people rather than land or ocean. And this harsh crossing of styles and colors insult the eye and force one to look away and that looking away is how the borders are marked by personalities.

But this three aliens were not displaying or betraying such social realities. Why by their look I might have gone to their same school or lived in the same neighborhood we could have even quoted the same authors or voted for the same established radicals in the last election. That I did not know them was not unthinkable, the dark city had long ago reached zero population growth but with 4.5 million people I did not need to know everyone.

What was odd was the fact that I was paying so much attention to them, my friends were mocking some social standard and displaying their affection for one another but I had completely disassociated myself from them and I was now concentrating on this individuals as if they were special, a halo could a been on their heads, I don’t know, I watched them and could do little else. They with their presence, average in our group, were unique I could not see them; and sure I was that if they stood in any city amongst my 4.5 million spot them I would without effort.

The woman, had this attractive cold appearance that always fascinated men that had had problems with their mother as children. She was too sure and too capable for a man to be acceptable to her he would have to be fantastic at the art of deception otherwise how could he keep her attention. The child always seeking mothers approval. Give me cold kisses and impossible dreams!

The men could have been models except that sharp eyes and subtle gestures betrayed that they were bound to action. Now I should point out that they were not in perfect physical shape, it was more their demeanor and not their appearance that granted them elegance. My friend interrupted me, “Are you with us this night or are you still suffering the loss of the stars.” That was Abrahm calling me. Always the loudest in our group, his gesturing to me simply meant that he had lost the attention of our friends and was now using me to get it back.

The loss of the stars came at about the same time as the cosmic event that brought us the eternal evening. The moon was the only representative of the rest of the universe. As with all important questions our scientist are unable to explain this phenomena and the younger ones in our city have never seen stars. I dare say that if our scientist continue to be the masters of ineptitude in a couple of generations the expected explanation will be obsolete.

We just don’t revere scientist like in the old days. People are more likely to believe in the blind astrologers than the physicists. The cosmic event was really a cross for science it hasn’t reincarnated from it. Occasionally the Dark Night magazine publishes some obscure article by an esoteric theorist of some resolve but it is never read. Principles aside the evening continues...

I smiled at Abrahms and without understanding why he might comprehend my thoughts I said “look behind you” of course my voice carried well and our companions Amygdala, I know what you are thinking about her name and the first time I heard it I thought the inconsequential as the drinks sitting on their table. My friends turned back towards me clearly saying there is something unique and enigmatic about this personalities but what? same thing, and Colette immediately followed Abrahms eyes. As they did so the trio took minor notice of our glances and remained calm as if these folk starring were as

Abrahms doubting his own question asked me “Are they aliens?” I said “I don’t think so.” Colette a fast talker that formulated her thoughts only in the spoken word interjected. “They are not from these parts they are not regulars here or at any local club I visit, impeccable impostors perhaps.” Amygdala kept silent, she was always the guardian of observation, she would observe all then draw a conclusion which would never be shared, she would join us in our activities but some how never participate. I loved her ways.

I do not know how to explain our mutual understanding or the hidden phenomena brought forth by these aliens any more than I can explain why or how women that work in the same office synchronized their menstrual cycles. I can make the common assertion that they are just securing equal potential access to the male for the mere sake of fertilizing an egg, and if one believes in the competitive patterns of evolution this would be possible but the main question somehow remains how do these women know? What is their method of communicating their quiet physiological cycle? And why haven’t they developed false communication so as to deprive synchronization and have a fertile advantage? And more interesting how do they determined that this is a desirable transformation? And it also seems to me that the men are taken for granted here, is it that the male will automatically be more attracted to the one that is at the peak potential for fertilization and if so how does he know,? Does she tell him?

Maybe the answers already exist and I have yet to read the material, but my friends and I had come to a silent conclusion through a similar process. We had concluded that the aliens were of some importance and deserving of serious curiosity we did not use known laws to come to that conclusion. The aliens, their adopted name, made a motion to leave. We, interestingly, instinctively moved to focus our eyes on a concentric point where our stares met but not to see each other but to see some focal point that some how magnified our vision though not with the sight that was making it possible.

Through this process a decision precipitated and had the aliens given us more time we would have verbally agreed, we would follow them! The shadows from the aliens grew quite large, stepping on us as they walked out. I would have made an effort to notice if we were the only ones following them but I was to involved in our artificial sphere to care much about my surroundings.

Applying ourselves like amateur detectives to a case that we had not been assigned to pursue, we made our way crossing familiar avenues that seemed no less familiar to the aliens. The aliens were oblivious to our actions they were laughing, talking, fast paced walking, sometimes stopping perhaps so as to make a point but their conversation at least judge by their motion seemed to be a recollection of school memories or interesting musical wonderings.

We, however, were silent, we did not dared to speak because unknowingly we feared that the vibration from our vocal chords, would betray our cover, through the elastic chord that tied us to our quarry. Lights and perhaps moons later, through puddles of a flesh rain, our wet boots accompanied by perspiration from the nervous system; we came to a halt by a three story building.

The aliens not having our problem went through the front door while we quietly plotted our next move, unaware of why we were even bothering. The building was not lit so we knew that their location would be announced by the lights. For a moment I thought of the woman that was with them and how the lack of her having an identity bothered me so I gave her a name, Adriana. Names personalized the world I could live with the anonymity of the men but hers was not tolerable. I don’t know how I arrived at the name I knew no one with such a name nor did I have an emotional association fictitious or otherwise with it.

Reasons at this time were useless Adriana was in there with those men my interest in knowing why she was with them was intensified by the fact that I knew her by name an I had a dysfunctional childhood which made me only see the feminine I had no use for male relationships, I now wanted to participate in what ever was going on and to know these aliens I mean Adriana was with them.

A light on the second floor to the far left of the building, filtered through a curtain that did not betray shadows. Colette, thinking again said “lets go.” Then hastily paced towards the doors without waiting for common agreement. I didn’t like this woman, there was no doubt in my mind that she was still upset about the fact that her brother had jumped off a bridge and had only left a note saying, “Sorry had to go.” We followed her, the doors were unlocked, was this ever going to get difficult? Were they so into themselves that they did not sense our presence? And why were we after them?

The endless night kept its secrets, we went in found the elevators and the stairs and logically we took the stairs and as we moved closer to them we also narrowed the distance between each other so as to reassure ourselves that we had nothing to fear. If this hallway and this building had not reflected the appearance of an average building I would describe it to you. We proceeded to the far end where light as beacon guided us. By the entrance we stood back to back with the minutes, quarters of hours past unnoticed, silenced from within, silence from without. We stared at each other! At each other no longer at that concentric mutual vision.

We froze, when a hearty voiced from within the room, rumbled forth with fortuitous energy as if it had gone through every organ of origin before being excreted by an alien, we froze well below twohundred degrees some where near absolute zero and lost all resistance. “Come on in!” We heard the others utter whimsical laughter, we looked at each other searching for souls inside of our bodies but feeling that existence was being overpowered by reality we, flustered, proceeded into the room. Abrahms comforted by the laugh went in first and we then lined up next to each other like prisoners for a head count.

There was a table, a long table and no chairs the two men were sitting on top of the table comfortably smiling and Adriana was leaning against it, arms crossed sporting a plotting smile. We stood motionless and silent. The man with the penetrating voice spoke, he was young, actually they were all young, early thirties or possibly late twenties. “Welcome. Welcome to this building.” Colette always lacking enough information said, “Who are you?” The man with the heavy voice said “Why I should ask you that question were it not ultimately rhetorical.” Laughs, he liked to laugh after every sentence as if the language were not natural to him and as if the success of speaking it brought him incredible satisfaction.

He continued. “We came for you Abrahms. Just have some basic business with you, the others can go.” Smirked. Abrahms went pale white, a reflexive and obnoxious trembling took over his legs, I, Colette and Amygdala stayed calm probably because what ever was going to happen we kind of knew wasn’t going to happen to us. I repeated Colette’s question. “Who are you?” “We are aliens, you know, aliens.” Laughs. “We came to take Abrahms with us.” The way he said that almost sounded like a recording as if it were not his voice a certain monotone was audible in all of his speech. “Aliens from where?” His voiced roared, again in monotones. “From beyond the moon, shame you can see us, we can see you.” I was surprised by Amygdala’s uttering of a question. “What do you want you just can’t take Abrahms just like that... just by saying you are.” “If you could change it my dear we would not bother to share it with you.”

“You all leave in an interesting world sort of on auto pilot all the time, your certainly not aware of what is going on around you, in your nasty form of existence you are isolopsistic creatures, (Laughs) we will take Abrahms, tonight is the night we all fly away.” And as he laughed the laugh all three reach for Abrahms, we try desperately to prevent it, but we cant seem to grabbed them, they are slippery to the touch, much so, Abrahms goes into shock not much help from him that way, Amygdala cries, Colette being ignorant to tears keeps on trying to grabbed them and so she meets the floor many times. I try to reason with them but they cut off all communication with us, the two men secure Abrahms with their grip and Adriana, that traitor, leads them out through the halls.

We follow, staggering with multiple anxieties, complicated by serious mental misalignment and too much free association. Ideas surface. Ideas we are not prepared to manipulate. To the roof top, a terrace, sure a helicopter must await them there. But as we exit into the open a huge ship glimmering in a flood of lights just like those reported by UFO enthusiast meets our presence. It floats, sure it floats, just like if it was hanging from some rope, we have no time to ponder the general implications we notice a door in the under belly that is beginning to close and we dash for it. The aliens must have thought us incapable of reaching for a friend in need all though my motives were probably more from not wanting to be left out of some incredible story. Like idiots we jumped on this thing as it begins to ascend. Steel like rubber surface, like solid, real solid, we heard high pitch whining, other noises, spinning curbing sounds, beeps and beeps, flashes of light, something like a generator going off in a bad way, we like rats moved for the corners, we found some moist bags like sand bags, only they seemed to be breathing moisture, and then we saw a window. And we went to look through this window to watch in shocked horror a few flashes of lights scaling the heavens and the earth staying behind. I was more emotionally attached to that place than I had earlier suspected. I couldn’t stand it I drooped to the ground behind the moisture breathing bags and did not move from there.

We did not talk to each other but we asked silent questions, we felt the movements of the ship, vibrations, gyrations, oscillations, after a while we moved closer in a feeble attempt to hold humanity together in an expanding space. Much later. We heard steps, we heard voices, what did aliens do with castaways? Was there a humanitarian view in space? But don’t imagine that I think of humans as humanitarians. Thoughts of course were plenty but they were quickly drowning in our emotions, in the moisture breathing bags, in the metallic rubber, in the sterile air of an alien ship, bouncing back as silent echoes not by choice but because there was no escaping into a vacuum.

So our emotions were stuck inside of this ship. Our embraced continued we were a lump of intrepid but timid minds lacking the fear that this alien ship might not land before we would starve to death. Abrahms we supposed must be in good hands, they wanted him alive, they were going to question him and you cant question dead people. Abrahms, I always suspected his intellect and now instead of changing my mind I opted to lower my opinion of the aliens. Aliens that had selected him instead of me, aliens that could not comprehend how many brilliant observations I could offer them, how I had already even done the analysis so they would not have to, these Aliens had to be seriously lacking.

The ship bolted through space but velocity had only been apparent near the earth, I was interested in learning more about the propulsion system but Abrahms had surpassed that interest. Perhaps the Aliens were homing in on me with some special device that could detect my brilliance, a brilliance that had been grossly undetected on earth, perhaps these three were only astronauts that only understood the signal and not the essence so it was entirely possible to conceive and in my eyes extremely possible that Abrahms may have been as usual breathing down my ear as they were checking the signal leading them to miss identify their subject.

Time lapsed or dint but relativity was probably having some noticeable effect on our physiological clocks. I looked at my watch, it wasn’t atomic but it was Swiss, I was not sure if the Swiss had managed to obviate the effects of a relativity obedient universe but regardless is was eleven past three, and this ship was traveling so silently that I held in suspicion the curbed, warped nature of time and space. It seemed to me that we had come to equal the speed of light and on occasion, so as to tease it, get ahead of it and look back condesendenly so.

The moisture breathing bags altered their mass, we consoled ourselves with their liveliness while space was still outside. Then in that vacuum that sits the universe we saw an intense brightness dazzling with colors penetrating with intensity through the rubber steel of the ship, we clung to life, the ship begun to act as if it were moving again, it dives, our stomachs sense motion, it ascends, Amygdala vomits, it displaces mass, friction rubs the hull and its transparent fingernails produce ear piercing sounds. We spin, so much so that we felt that the center platform of the ship had to be independent of our spin condition, on a separate plate. We maintained our silence but it was from exhaustion not from lack of want. We wanted to scream, to vomit our guts out a few hundred more times, to tear into our arms with our own teeth, too byte away flesh, we wanted to dig with fingers in exploratory surgery for hearts in those heartless Aliens. Landings are just always like that.

As we came to a steady stop, Colette took the liberty to raise her dress and squat to secrete some warm urine that she had been fermenting in her bladder, into a few of the nice moisture bags, I watched.

Silence, a steady stop, voices from the center of the ship, Abraham’s name called out in our mother tongue, someone laughed, we pricked our eardrums with toothpicks to insure sensibility to every sound, a cold air, cold, 40 degrees cold, colder still, and it filled the cabin, we clung together, this was becoming a ritual, clinging through time to keep a sense of continuity. We clung. We must separate, a thought too crammed into to small space to keep. We drifted apart, gradually coming out like mummies, corpses from hells past, blood suckers were our hearts, everyone’s heart is a blood sucker, deep breaths, suckers were our lungs, you are never going to get my love said our brains, explode, Goddamnit explode!

Brains always want to explode when they are confronted with an overflow of information that is senseless, that has no root relationships, having not the ability to detonate our brains settled for numbness. We crippled our neurons by over firing them, and the brilliant some what violet light kept on penetrating the ship with the cold ambient air. And that light in over abundant quantities continued to prove that our dark city had been robbed! We stood in awe, god would not have deserved as much reverence, light, furious, ferocious, dazzling, I felt it go through my blood sucker.

The violet violent light stayed with the company of the temperature at about 40 degrees and so this could not be hell. I always felt that there had to be truth in anything believed by masses, that sustained itself through time. Hell was thought to be this inferno, I had no evidence to the contrary, I also believed in Genies, Witches, Fairies, Leprechauns and Unicorns. This was because I was a fundamental pessimist, I just dint think that humanity was intelligent enough to be creative, thus all these things they thought of had no choice but to be real and true.

The ships haul or a huge hatch opened after what had to be some sort of pressure equalization procedure, I dint smoke but it felt like a good time to hit the deck and smoke one. We saw Abraham’s being walked off the ship without physical objection. I thought Abraham’s could they be confusing you with the guy in the bible, but his name is spelled differently, or is the entire history of the world hidden in your genetic code, you poor idiot!

Waiting, we knew from the movies that waiting was mostly a good thing the hatch stayed open, the air had long settled, we continued to wait that was as I’ve said our action plan. Waiting. Now most would think that we should be panicking, that we should be in fear of our situation, but most fail to realize that we were the generation brought up on artificial realities, on video games, in a dark world where lab food and plastic plants were pleasant and even romantic.

Digital thoughts. Now we were inside of the game, this would not be the first time that we faced monsters the only difference was that these were more likely to be fragile, to have fears, fears which our video game monsters did not possess. This completely justified our uncommon sense of not being out of place. This was the world we had been prepared for. This vindicated my belief that society always, somehow prepares us for our future hitherto unexpected situations. In our case video games that our parents thought were corrupting us would be our salvation.

To labor that point I should mention that life to me has always been an escape from a truth which we find abominable. A truth that is intolerable produces life and so life is an escape which makes it a nonentity, which indeed it is because running away does not allow it to become anything, and being it so it is nothing and nothing is not much of anything. But sense life is this thing that is running away from a truth that it finds unacceptable in order for life to find any comfort it must accept the truth and sense the truth is what it is running from then life has to recreate it in another more acceptable format. And I think this is the phenomenal and most terrible of tragedies. See life is an escape from truth because really the truth is not acceptable to life and this is probably because the truth does not particularly favor life and so you could say it rejects life for what life becomes when it is living in truth is not really life.

But living in an escape condition is not eternal which is why life is such a mortal. And sense its escape is not eternal life is not happy because it has to live by a process of escaping and in constant fear of the inevitable, death! A return to truth! But life having been the only known constituent of truth that was willing to endure suffering which is to say escape still misses being absent from the truth. That is life wants to experience truth it just does not wish to experience it as nothing. Life then with is wondrous energy seeks to do two things first to secure eternal life so as to not live in constant fear of death, of the truth and also it seeks to reproduce the truth in an artificial environment so that it can live in it, control it and thus tolerate it. And this of everything you read hear is the most important of facts. The creation of an artificial world and the destruction of the natural is not an accident but a deliberate act of murder being executed by the human race. And the killing is done only to the degree which the feeling and the idea can be replaced by an artificial reproduction that in human eyes may exceed the natural one in beauty and satisfaction. But remember and you must remember this, life is involved in a reproduction of the truth, everything that we produce is associated with it and so it is life’s way of experiencing its past, of returning to its origins but as a reproduction it is still fake, life is still fake, life is an escape artist. Always on the run and it will be caught. Currently we have substantially developed the artificial world but the energy required, the flight required is enormous and while life likes to say that energy can not be depleted that it can only change form, I will tell you differently, energy exhaust itself, sure light is our ideal for light can run away from nothingness at 186 thousand feet per second which is why light has the greatest degree of escape possibility, the closest chance at survival and this is also why it is important to believe that the speed of light can be exceeded and perhaps the answer has nothing to do with velocity or light. Life hopes the answer can breath oxygen and accept matter other wise the light force might change the way we view consciousness specially because the condition of life has much to do with matter, a condition of arrested development.

Night came by my watch for night did not come to this place, but acting on the evidence on my watch we solicited the night, walked off the ship, nice ship too, wished I had one like this, and I thought life could not be to bad or horrid in the place that developed such a wonderful ship. The breathing moisture sand bags stayed inside the ship smelling Colette’s urine. It was at this point that I remember that I did not like Colette, I hated her and this is a horrible realization when your millions of miles from home and you cant change the bitch.

I decided then to change her name so that my mind would disassociate from her at least internally, from now on her name would be Wendy. There was nothing special about that name but Wendy as a bartender on earth had served me many a good drinks. I had fantasized about her and I suppose life would have been good to me if we had gotten married; thanksgiving dinners and all the things that go with turkey. I don’t mean that she was typical in character, actually she was very unique but unique people are always going out of their way to normalize their lives.

Actually I never spoke with Wendy, just drank the beer that she poured, beer tattooed to her body but I knew that I was being kind to Colette for Wendy had a genuinely good heart and from now on Colette would be Wendy, still obnoxious Colette but Wendy by name. I brushed my hair with my fingers which was a sign that I was liking this place, we walked away from the ship, occasionally looking at it wondering if it would take us back, “Mother ship,” wondering we walked away from her, thinking, while watching for those others that should a been searching for us.

Rescuing dogs for a living would a been a good job at this time. Wendy said something stupid Wendy, I wanted to say, you speak untimely and are quiet untimely. But since I liked her name I refrained from commenting. Wendy, I felt, would have never made it into the ship, and into the violet infested planet if it wasn’t because of me, I helped her, fool me. My eyes were tired, itching, irritated, we walked almost carelessly, almost in a hypnotic state, the ship would become our grounding mechanism, we kept it in sight to save ourselves.

You know, rescuing dogs is probably a very good job. We walked towards an emptiness of buildings, morning came by my watch, violet lights brighter than hell, damn no sunglasses, perhaps I thought, we should talk. “Wendy, hey Wendy!” She was out there but no response. “Hey Wendy!” Oh, “Colette.” She had not taken the time to acknowledge the name change, she and Amygdala thought I was going nuts, they were ignoring me to be polite, I said, “What is this place?” She looked at me impatiently while saying “This is where they have Abraham’s.” Right then and there I knew that my hate for her had the potential to grow exponentially and infinitely, of course this was not a good time for hating so I consoled myself because I knew that she was a mortal but I did not bother to reduce her mortality to math because I was older, but still.

I kept on telling myself I could be a dog catcher, I could do it, its not like its that difficult, most of the time the dogs are suffering from death or an injury that will cause death anyway, they want you to rescue them. I once hit a cat left him there to die, bouncing in pain, death. I did want to run over him a few times, either out of empathy to put him out of his misery or to enjoy the savage game of killing something that was alive and helpless. This past of mine tormented me so, I could catch dogs for a living, be the best dog trapper in town, cats tormented me, less dogs to bother cats, atonement.

Destiny always worries about the details so it was no surprised that the first place we walked into was also where Abraham’s was being held. There was this group of them about eleven, twelve would a been a better number, well it was twelve if you counted Abraham’s as one of them, and I would do that because they were in an extremely amicable setting. Sitting in lovely couches, some standing, drinking something, Abraham’s was most unconcerned, but he was not communicating, the aliens were engaged in conversation using a foreign tongue excruciatingly difficult to listen to. The alien that laughed a lot was there, Adriana was there, interestingly she was quiet and staring at Abraham’s. I found this a bit uncomfortable because my being the main character of my own story should have permitted me the luxury of captivating attention from all the females in it, but instead I was here watching Adriana stare at the ugliest and stenchest of souls, while I shared a ship with a bunch of wet bags, Wendy a woman that I could not like even as she was beautiful and Amygdala a fatalist heart that would for sure rent two rooms for her honeymoon just in case things did not work out.

Abraham’s was not particularly attractive, I thought I had a more charming disposition but then who knows what monstrosities alien women find attractive, besides I did not even know if Adriana had the same sexual organs that I could safely presuppose Wendy and Amygdala had in common. At this point Adriana seemed a transsexual, an alien that had the inclination to behave and dress like a woman. An alien that was probably not even aware of what being a woman really meant, like I’ve said a transsexual, not even a hermaphrodite for at least hermaphrodites can really experience the passions and conflicts of the sexes but transsexuals are trying to be the other which they are not and through the process to deceive themselves and us into believing in their femininity while we know that they are men. That what we might commit is a homosexual act and maybe that's the real charm that we can fake ourselves into believing that we are having a homosexual encounter with a woman, this is the only way that heterosexual males can explore their homosexual urges and still retain their macholinity.

Still I had to give Adriana severe credit what ever her true appearance as an alien she had hidden the monstrosity well, she may in reality be a Lizard, tongued crossed, with a Kangaroo’s maternal instinct, and possessing the mentality of a Scorpion and a Sharks heart, but her long dark, very dark hair hid all that so well. Her olive skin exuded an odor of desire that could only promise to drive men mad, mad I tell you. My being male made me vulnerable to her beauty while Amygdala and Wendy retained their immunity. How I fancied that they have lesbian tendencies so that they too could surrender as I was. The aliens must have read many women's magazines to come up with such a perfect woman, here she was her breast defying gravity like our ship, her smile procuring all the kindness and devotion that could be had, her warm and gentle hands moved through the air as if they were stretching forms out of thin air, the gravity of her puissant body, feverishly gentle stretching men mad, mad I tell you! I knew that if I were to lay next to her I would shake to death before reaching her, just something about that woman.

I must now tell you that I was not at all interested in rescuing Abrahms, I suspected that it was more an excuse to jump into the alien vessel to remain by Adriana, so I would not be hurt if Abrahms were not to make it back alive. Besides why think of going back to earth, to work and live out a dull life, drinking too much beer, no I was thinking about liking this place, a place perhaps more distant from my destiny, I was thinking about the aliens and how I might get them to share their lives with me, about the new curious conditions, oh yes, I wasn’t thinking of going back to earth I was thinking about adapting.

Amygdala and Wendy made me seriously responsible because keeping two women alive when you are traveling on alien ships, visiting hostile worlds and getting back to earth without having them suffer from an unknown virus, fall victim to an accident, or just keeping them away from the aliens that might want to rape them with frugal instruments, was going to be full time work. Because of my inability to manage to many things at once this would a been a good point to have the aliens take out a laser monster blaster and have them blast these two wenches out of their lives. But, in these politically sensitive times, I have already killed to many women in this story so I have to keep these two alive so as not to be branded a misogynist, that's just the kind of sensitive guy that I am. Besides as a young adult I had failed to help mother with the daily responsibilities that a single parent encounters with four children, so my assuming responsibility for Wendy and Amygdala would atone for my failed past.

Suddenly we were surrounded by what looked like a bunch of Mongol warriors ready to abort the children we were not pregnant with. The aliens must have read history books to make this ugly looking bunch certainly not a credit to our species. Amygdala and Wendy surrounded me expecting a comfort or safety zone which I presume my masculinity was expected to provide. But I was a coward, and yet like all men, made strong by the feminine so that I could protect them. I placed my arms around them and stared at the monsters with fear that had transformed itself into strength.

Some of my readers might be a bit disturbed at my lack of courage, at my inability to stand up for alien rights, but remember that I am in a place completely unknown to me that I was being as calm as I was, was certainly commendable. To help you empathize with my situation picture yourself walking to your friends house then suddenly the crowded buildings become trees and the streets become dirt and the people jungle tundra. You cant see but a few feet ahead of you, in the distance you hear a hungry Leopard, and on the tree limb of your coming left is a sleeping black Panther that hates to be disturbed. Inside your rectum, also reaching deep into your large intestine, you are holding a fart the size and density of a giant water balloon and you know that if you let it go, the noise will wake up the Panther and the smell will attract the Leopard, so you walk with your us shut tight but abruptly you step on a Cobra that has not eaten since the holidays, and feeling this slidery thing causes you to panic which induces the release of the fart. And it was as such for me, every moment hearing the leopard, watching the panther and stepping on the damn snake, and you might now empathize with how it was for me every moment that I stood on that Alien world.

And so these Mongol warriors were still thinking of performing the abortions and since they were not properly sterilizing their weapons it did not look like they expected us mothers to survive. I presumed that if I had had the time to think about it I would have tried to talk them out of it. I had after all the ability to reason the unreasonable and this bunch was certainly unreasonable, but time was not on my side. Add to that the fact that we did not have any weapons, highly undeveloped telekinetic powers and for the most part lacking any faith which kind of counted out any chance of us getting God to perform a miracle, specially on such short notice.

Two of the Mongol beast broke from the group and trashing around a bit forced me away from the women that gave me all of my strength. I was ultra sensitive to pain so while the roughfians did not severely injure me I was still able to magnify the pain to that of quadruple bypass surgery without anesthetics or more appropriate to the occasion a butchering cesarean. Wendy and Amygdala were lobbying on my behalf by screaming at these Mongols to leave me alone, but it was obvious from the fact that they were not ceasing their actions, that there understanding of the English language was limited or nonexistence which I attributed to the Aliens being accurate in their rendering of our history.

My belly was brutally exposed and I prepared to let out a nice primal scream as these barbarians beast salivated at the thought of tearing me but the civilized peoples in the other room decided not to ignore us anymore and came out to see what all the grumbling and rumbling was about. The alien I called Adriana hastily made her way to me and gave the proud Mongol warrior a tremendously swift and forceful kick in the face, this kind of exploded his nose because not just the hairs and snout came out although strangely enough her boot remained polished and clean. My eyes caught some of the debris from his flesh and so did my face, my hands messily attempted to clear it and the Mongol was so upset that he was savagely excavating his grubby bloody face with anger. The rest of the fine Mongol warriors instead of attacking Adriana displayed a great deal of respect and proceeded to retreat.

Now why could I not have done that? Adriana gave me her hand and I grabbed on to her, Amygdala and Wendy came to see if I was O.K. and then we were told to follow her. We did. We went into the nice room with all the nice furniture and we were given drinks and what could pass for cookies here but not on earth. I regained my composure and complimented Adriana on her physical abilities particularly the ones that she applied to barbarians though, I silently wished that there would be others that I could later experience. Let the reader beware that I do not necessarily think of every women as a sex object but in all fairness I do allow for the possibility.

Adriana told us that we had been less than wise in following Abrahms, nothing we did not already know, and she explained that we were now in a Galaxy far removed from the Milky Way, in her planet, which she called Erehwon. Adriana was also quick to reassure us that Erehwonians did not wish us any harm and that they would return us to earth at the most appropriate time. Meanwhile we would be placed in a containment ward, where we would be kept safe and fed much like animals at a zoo, and she profusely apologized for their not being able to provide us with a television set. I took that to be some sort of insult but said nothing, just remained silent, like Wendy and Amygdala.

Adriana stayed by our side, for about an hour until some female looking guards walked in and motion for us to follow. Adriana reminded us that we would be well and that we should forget about Abrahms because he would not be joining us here or back on earth. I still felt betrayed by destiny just what was it about this guy Abrahms that made him so special that aliens should want him and so much so that they were obviously expending a great deal of resources to secure him. I was also quiet curious as to why Adriana herself seemed some what taken with him, she was looking at him with that attentive look that women can place on men that says I will make sure that you feel like a man. More interesting still was the fact that Adriana was clearly the leader of these aliens but she seemed like a disinterested participant, like someone that is committing the act but not the atrocity, she was in two words, equanimity's will.

The aliens had no regard for gender we were all placed in the same room with three beds that were right next to each-other and there were not closets or private laboratory, there was a sink against the wall and what seemed to be a toilet more or less although it was clear that we would not be sitting at rest when using it. Now the idea of performing a balancing act while secreting excrement and facing Wendy and Amygdala was enough to induce voluntary constipation. The unfortunate part was that we had been on the move for so long that constipation was no longer an option our intestines had reach their containment level and to some degree exceeded it and this was not a good thing and so a bad thing was about to happen.

I did not want to be the first and I knew that Wendy was probably going to hold on to her stuff so I was betting that Amygdala would be forced to make of herself the first spectacle. And indeed the virgin did give in first which kind of shamed Wendy and I so without a word Wendy and I turned our backs on Amygdala and let her do her thing but their was a certain smell and silence that made her straining more obvious and more loud and one could only hope that the girl was not looking to terribly like an ostrich but we knew better.

After all of us had done our ritual humiliation which by the way did more to alienate us than bring us together, we went to sleep and this was possible because we really were so exsusted mentally and physically that sleep profoundly came to us. The previous scenes were repeated for three nights but on the third night I was awaken by the touch of a beautiful women. Adriana was caressing my hair and as I woke up she just stared at me but said nothing, I did not object and said nothing back. Then after a few minutes of this she motioned that I should follow her and having no reason to fear her I did just that.


Following woman was something that I was in the habit of doing so it had not require much incentive I went with Adriana through many corridors, through what we could call elevators and I saw many strange things that were not in sight long enough to be really strange or really understood. Adriana was beyond doubt a cross country marathon runner and she had a pace that did not permit for tender, intimate relationship building conversation.

We entered the Last door of a mile long hallway, it was a red door, I had had bad experiences with the color red and so it would not have been my door of choice. She closed the door before light entered the room and requested that I stay silent for a few moments I had no bargaining chip so I maintained until the lights went on, full bright of violet blues and some red that seemed to run on rails along the center of the room. We could see each-other well enough and she stood before me with that imposing appearance which had endear her to me but I did not sense that that was mutual, besides after all the time on the ship, with fear and anxiety everywhere I went, and the more than ridiculous moments that I spent in front of Wendy and Amygdala, I was probably not looking very much like a suitable marriage candidate for an Alien clan leader that knew things that I could not even imagine.

She gave me a warn smile and I accepted it as a sign of friendship, she walked me over to a chair, served me some weird liquid that was drinkable but tasteless and then she sat in front of me commenting on how long of a day it had been. Was I being considered the waiting husband that hears all of the issues my dear wife had confronted at the office? “No don’t be so silly.” She said this but I had said nothing, I was surprised but not really there was so much to be surprised about that at this point it did not matter. “No not some husband, a friend maybe.” I responded “But friends are not usually captives and they usually know each-other, I don’t know you and I am certainly not here by choice.” “Well” she said “You are and you aren't, we certainly did not beg you to jump into the ship and now that you are here we are merely coping with the fact that we need to get you back to earth but as you might suspect we do not keep regular shuttle service to that wonderful planet of yours.” She slowly drank from her cup, “Come late tomorrow we will have a flight ready and you and your friends will be returned and forgotten.”

My turn, “You say that as if we were just a pain in your pancreas, if you have a pancreas but we are feeling human beings that need a substantial explanation of what is happening here, certainly you do not expect us to forget this incident and certainly we won’t.” After another sip of her drink, “Oh but you will forget so there is no point on an explanation for you are going to forget much better to have sex instead don’t you think.” Wait, hold that thought, you want to have sex with a total stranger, me an alien I don’t even know what you really are or if you even have sexual organs that might not devour me so let me just defiantly say that that is absolutely out of the question.” Almost mocking me, “You are such a talker you would have sex with a plastic doll at least I look more real than that or have all of your masturbating session made you incapable of satisfying a female or is it that you have always been incapable of it? “You are much to rude have you not the capacity to fake being nice or is that something that aliens can not phantom?” “Well to be nice is not something we place before honesty.” Great, great that is just great so honesty beats niceness, that is just wonderful can we not go on like this can we just try to deal with the fact that this is way over my head?” “Sure if you like but honesty is nice so stop trying to give me some kind of moral protocol that will make you sound like a better person than you are or even could be. You need to take that back I won’t accept it, take it back!” “Take what back?” “You accused me of being rude take it back I mean it! Besides I just got you out of that room with those two women that you call your friends even though you behave as if they were the least desirable pair to be with on a fine voyage like this one, and this is how you display gratitude.” “O.K., ok, I am sorry I take it back now lets not attack each-other, maybe we are just trying to get each-other to open up why don't you start by telling me what this room is for why the special lighting and tell me what it was like to be borne an alien and why you do this kind of work, then maybe we can discuss general elements of your real anatomical structure and how that may in some way mean that we are compatible enough to consummate our relationship.”

“How about if I offer you something better like helping you resolve some of your issues with destiny.” Very surprised and not hiding it I responded, “How do you know about that?” “Oh common you poor earthling, you don’t like women that act naive but you have no problem acting stupid, you think we don’t do our home work, you know we can travel through interstellar space in spinning spaceships that play around with the speed of light, we can make women that are replicas of your masturbatory imagination and you do not suspect that we may know something as basic as is a mere's human personal conflicts, give us a little credit this is not a game.”

“Adriana, forgive me please I must concede that you are correct but I must be trying to act naive so as to secure your protection, much has happened that is not everyday material for us mere humans and so it is not without reason that I act like a timid rat.” “Well I suppose that means you concede something though I am not sure what.” “Well it does now you know of my struggle with destiny so how can you help me?” “Well let me show you,” She moved to a holographic display, you know the type those three dimensional displays that aliens seem to have in abundant quantities but on earth are priced higher than the queens head, Anyway these holographic displays give one the feeling of being there all you need to add is a couple of packets of scene smell, she pushed a few buttons and the display zoomed in on a cemetery, a tube released the stink gas mimicking a cold, rainy, foggy midnight, and the holograph swirled and zoomed in finally to capture with cinematographic excellence the epitaph on a tombstone that read: