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A mind implant from alien adductors
A mind implant from alien adductors
As I was driven along route 69 back in the year of 1999 when a bright light glowed in my rearview mirror of my new Ford F150 pickup the engine stop all the mail boxes where rocking back and forth and the Rail Road Crossing sine was flashing but no train coming the trees swaying to a wind that was not there.
When I woke was in a room that looked like a hospital I looked around I was the only one in there a door slid open I gasped with surprise when I saw 4 figures walking towards me or should I say floating with a bluish gray in color with ten fingers on each hand weird shape heads with three eyes and pointing at me.
They wheeled me in to another room stop looking up saw a weird machine above me being lowered it settled over my head the next thing I was asleep I thought my mind was drifting this is what I saw and heard in this sleep.
An alert popped up via the digital overlay on the cockpit main windows. The instruments onboard indicated that an unidentified object was heading toward the space vessel. The captain's heart started to beat faster.
Scrolling through all available data, the captain, a statuesque woman, tried not to get her hopes up. It was probably space junk, she told herself. Nothing could be out this far. Checking her readouts again, she waited for visual confirmation of the object.
The unidentified object was finally close enough for an advanced report. The captain read through the information gathered on the UFO. Its readings were promising, but the object was too small to be a ship. The captain used its unique heat signature to cross space junk off the list as well.
Visual in 3... 2... 1... The toneless, female voice of Kasey, the onboard A.I., echoed through the cockpit.
A metallic object appeared on the captain's digital overlay at maximum magnification.
She recognized the design. An escape pod what the hell is it doing out here? The captain, hunched over her controls, asked herself in a mutter. Kasey, the captain stood up straighter, identify the make, of the pod, she requested.
As the pod got closer to her ship, the captain's instruments could now detect one life form inside.
I've completed cross-referencing the object's specifications with my system and identified its origin, Kasey intoned. The unidentified flying object is an escape pod. No duh, the captain thought. It originates from a twenty-engine interior planet spacecraft, the voice added.
It's off an interior planet rig, huh. Strange!
The object will be within range in two minutes, Kasey informed her.
The captain waited with bated breath. A minute passed before she looked quizzically at her readouts for any new notifications. It's almost within range. Why didn't the pod, attempted contact yet she asked Kasey.
I have no new information.
Well, you're a lot of help, the captain shook her head. She turned the magnification down on her digital display as the peculiar object finally came into unenhanced view.
Why hasn't it latched on? It's going to pass us right by.
I have no new information.
I wasn't asking you, the captain retorted. She watched the helpless pod hurdle through space with a cocked head when it dawned on her. It can't It can't latch on!
The captain's backside plopped down in her chair as she frantically fumbled with her controls. Shit! she said. I wasted a lot of time. I've got to do it myself now and I've only got one shot at it. The captain took a few hasty measurements as the small pod shot nearer.
Assuming the escape pod would be able to comply with its programming and latch on itself, the captain had let the tiny escape vessel get too close to use her ship's tractor beam. She'd have to connect with the pod manually now. The degree of difficulty when doing this in real-time with a small object catapulting through space was immense.
A bead of sweat developed on the captain's brow as she gripped the controls so tightly you would have thought they'd crumble in her hands. The captain hoped she was precise enough as she flipped a switch with her thumb that suddenly released a metal strip into space.
The rope-like device, being controlled by the captain, sprung on the tiny pod, its tip splitting into a million individual ties which tethered to the flying object as it rocketed by.
The thin metal cables entered the pod's computer and started to slow the object's main engine whilst simultaneously strengthening their own resistance.
The captain managed both speeds with expert precision, understanding any misstep could result in a deadly case of whiplash for the life form inside. She didn't waste time wondering whether it in fact had a neck to be broken or not. She tracked and controlled the small pod manually with a multi-directional handle, careful to avoid any false moves.
The relieved captain let out a deep breath as the pod finally halted; the mechanical cables starting to pull it back to her ship. "That was close. Thought it was all over for a minute there," she let out another heavy breath.
I detect no threat, Captain, Kasey stated.
That's not what I meant, the captain replied.
It is of no consequence. I've already checked the pod's schematics - it contains no usable materials. We have yet to find a solution, she declared.
Now don't go bringing that up. Not now, the captain warned. It does matter a lot, actually. That's the difference between you, a faceless, cock less, machine... and me, a living, breathing, exceptionally well-hung being.
My conclusion is less kind. Your 'cock' always seems to get us into trouble. I was seconds from the scrapheap on Voltrex-8 after you and you’re exceptionally well-hung-
The captain put her hand up, stopping her onboard A.I. mid-sentence.
The captain checked the progress of the pod's tow and then said, "Our guest has almost arrived. I better prepare myself for a proper greeting." The impressive, large-cocked female captain stood up and stretched her long body out, relieving the tension she'd accrued saving the pod.
She made her way to the cockpit's supply storage. The captain pulled out a laser proof vest and slipped it over her ample chest. Next, she hooked her holster belt around her womanly hips. The captain made sure her gun was ready to fire. You can't be too careful these days.
The connection has been made, Kasey notified the captain, Filling the interlocking compartment with oxygen now.
The captain was halfway out when she remembered something and hurried back to the supply storage. She rifled through her personal items, coming away with a tube of lipstick. The captain clicked a panel on the wall closest to her and a mirror appeared.
She applied the lipstick generously, the perfect shade of red for her rich skin tone and full, pouty lips mustn't be too careful.
The interlock is now safe for natural breathing.
Unlock their pod, she told the A.I.
Pod unlock successful.
Strolling through the clinically lit corridor of her ship, the captain headed toward the pod attachment entrance. A digital overlay surfaced beside the strong tedium door separating the ship's interior from the unknown life form. The door itself was comprised of multiple prongs, fastened together like clenched teeth.
Show me through the door on the screen, the captain ordered.
An image popped up on the screen. The captain choked on her breath; her heart skipped a beat. It was a man. She'd been crossing her fingers that it wasn't some neck less pile of goo in there. She never would have let herself dream that it was a man. The well-hung beauty's freshly painted lips opened into a smile. The realization that he was cute sent blood rushing to the organ between the captain's legs.
Unlock the ship door. Open it now. The door prongs detached and receded into the walls of the ship.
The young man standing before her there was the first living thing she'd seen in so long. The captain might have been prone to hyperbole in the, first few moments they spent gazing at each other. She started to consider his miraculous survival, shooting through deep space in that tiny, ill-equipped escape pod, as not only a testament to man's dominion over space, but as an important overture to the meaning of life itself.
After stepping foot on her ship, the man immediately fell to the floor and wept like a baby.
His emotions overwhelmed him. "I didn't think anyone would find me." He reached out to her from the deck of the space vessel, "I had one day of air left. You saved me," his voice was soft and filled with emotion, "I can't believe you saved me."
The captain smiled down on him. She offered him a hand off the floor and then shook it. I'm Captain Vivian Walker V. Welcome aboard my ship.
To be continued
As I was driven along route 69 back in the year of 1999 when a bright light glowed in my rearview mirror of my new Ford F150 pickup the engine stop all the mail boxes where rocking back and forth and the Rail Road Crossing sine was flashing but no train coming the trees swaying to a wind that was not there.
When I woke was in a room that looked like a hospital I looked around I was the only one in there a door slid open I gasped with surprise when I saw 4 figures walking towards me or should I say floating with a bluish gray in color with ten fingers on each hand weird shape heads with three eyes and pointing at me.
They wheeled me in to another room stop looking up saw a weird machine above me being lowered it settled over my head the next thing I was asleep I thought my mind was drifting this is what I saw and heard in this sleep.
An alert popped up via the digital overlay on the cockpit main windows. The instruments onboard indicated that an unidentified object was heading toward the space vessel. The captain's heart started to beat faster.
Scrolling through all available data, the captain, a statuesque woman, tried not to get her hopes up. It was probably space junk, she told herself. Nothing could be out this far. Checking her readouts again, she waited for visual confirmation of the object.
The unidentified object was finally close enough for an advanced report. The captain read through the information gathered on the UFO. Its readings were promising, but the object was too small to be a ship. The captain used its unique heat signature to cross space junk off the list as well.
Visual in 3... 2... 1... The toneless, female voice of Kasey, the onboard A.I., echoed through the cockpit.
A metallic object appeared on the captain's digital overlay at maximum magnification.
She recognized the design. An escape pod what the hell is it doing out here? The captain, hunched over her controls, asked herself in a mutter. Kasey, the captain stood up straighter, identify the make, of the pod, she requested.
As the pod got closer to her ship, the captain's instruments could now detect one life form inside.
I've completed cross-referencing the object's specifications with my system and identified its origin, Kasey intoned. The unidentified flying object is an escape pod. No duh, the captain thought. It originates from a twenty-engine interior planet spacecraft, the voice added.
It's off an interior planet rig, huh. Strange!
The object will be within range in two minutes, Kasey informed her.
The captain waited with bated breath. A minute passed before she looked quizzically at her readouts for any new notifications. It's almost within range. Why didn't the pod, attempted contact yet she asked Kasey.
I have no new information.
Well, you're a lot of help, the captain shook her head. She turned the magnification down on her digital display as the peculiar object finally came into unenhanced view.
Why hasn't it latched on? It's going to pass us right by.
I have no new information.
I wasn't asking you, the captain retorted. She watched the helpless pod hurdle through space with a cocked head when it dawned on her. It can't It can't latch on!
The captain's backside plopped down in her chair as she frantically fumbled with her controls. Shit! she said. I wasted a lot of time. I've got to do it myself now and I've only got one shot at it. The captain took a few hasty measurements as the small pod shot nearer.
Assuming the escape pod would be able to comply with its programming and latch on itself, the captain had let the tiny escape vessel get too close to use her ship's tractor beam. She'd have to connect with the pod manually now. The degree of difficulty when doing this in real-time with a small object catapulting through space was immense.
A bead of sweat developed on the captain's brow as she gripped the controls so tightly you would have thought they'd crumble in her hands. The captain hoped she was precise enough as she flipped a switch with her thumb that suddenly released a metal strip into space.
The rope-like device, being controlled by the captain, sprung on the tiny pod, its tip splitting into a million individual ties which tethered to the flying object as it rocketed by.
The thin metal cables entered the pod's computer and started to slow the object's main engine whilst simultaneously strengthening their own resistance.
The captain managed both speeds with expert precision, understanding any misstep could result in a deadly case of whiplash for the life form inside. She didn't waste time wondering whether it in fact had a neck to be broken or not. She tracked and controlled the small pod manually with a multi-directional handle, careful to avoid any false moves.
The relieved captain let out a deep breath as the pod finally halted; the mechanical cables starting to pull it back to her ship. "That was close. Thought it was all over for a minute there," she let out another heavy breath.
I detect no threat, Captain, Kasey stated.
That's not what I meant, the captain replied.
It is of no consequence. I've already checked the pod's schematics - it contains no usable materials. We have yet to find a solution, she declared.
Now don't go bringing that up. Not now, the captain warned. It does matter a lot, actually. That's the difference between you, a faceless, cock less, machine... and me, a living, breathing, exceptionally well-hung being.
My conclusion is less kind. Your 'cock' always seems to get us into trouble. I was seconds from the scrapheap on Voltrex-8 after you and you’re exceptionally well-hung-
The captain put her hand up, stopping her onboard A.I. mid-sentence.
The captain checked the progress of the pod's tow and then said, "Our guest has almost arrived. I better prepare myself for a proper greeting." The impressive, large-cocked female captain stood up and stretched her long body out, relieving the tension she'd accrued saving the pod.
She made her way to the cockpit's supply storage. The captain pulled out a laser proof vest and slipped it over her ample chest. Next, she hooked her holster belt around her womanly hips. The captain made sure her gun was ready to fire. You can't be too careful these days.
The connection has been made, Kasey notified the captain, Filling the interlocking compartment with oxygen now.
The captain was halfway out when she remembered something and hurried back to the supply storage. She rifled through her personal items, coming away with a tube of lipstick. The captain clicked a panel on the wall closest to her and a mirror appeared.
She applied the lipstick generously, the perfect shade of red for her rich skin tone and full, pouty lips mustn't be too careful.
The interlock is now safe for natural breathing.
Unlock their pod, she told the A.I.
Pod unlock successful.
Strolling through the clinically lit corridor of her ship, the captain headed toward the pod attachment entrance. A digital overlay surfaced beside the strong tedium door separating the ship's interior from the unknown life form. The door itself was comprised of multiple prongs, fastened together like clenched teeth.
Show me through the door on the screen, the captain ordered.
An image popped up on the screen. The captain choked on her breath; her heart skipped a beat. It was a man. She'd been crossing her fingers that it wasn't some neck less pile of goo in there. She never would have let herself dream that it was a man. The well-hung beauty's freshly painted lips opened into a smile. The realization that he was cute sent blood rushing to the organ between the captain's legs.
Unlock the ship door. Open it now. The door prongs detached and receded into the walls of the ship.
The young man standing before her there was the first living thing she'd seen in so long. The captain might have been prone to hyperbole in the, first few moments they spent gazing at each other. She started to consider his miraculous survival, shooting through deep space in that tiny, ill-equipped escape pod, as not only a testament to man's dominion over space, but as an important overture to the meaning of life itself.
After stepping foot on her ship, the man immediately fell to the floor and wept like a baby.
His emotions overwhelmed him. "I didn't think anyone would find me." He reached out to her from the deck of the space vessel, "I had one day of air left. You saved me," his voice was soft and filled with emotion, "I can't believe you saved me."
The captain smiled down on him. She offered him a hand off the floor and then shook it. I'm Captain Vivian Walker V. Welcome aboard my ship.
To be continued
Published 29th Aug 2020
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1st Sep 2020 3:20pm
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