Typical alien abduction scenario. My name is Mike
Bammer. I was driving on a rural road, at night, bright
lights appear, car stops running and then I'm teleported
to some stainless steel looking room.
I find myself strapped to a cold table and an alien
enters the room. A tall thin alien, more hips than
shoulders, big eyes, long arms. It's holding something
that looks like a syringe. It puts on a rubber glove.
I try and resist and then I'm out. I don't remember a
thing until I'm back in my car watching the bright lights
jet off to the horizon and then they're gone.
A few days later I start hearing a buzzing in my head.
It becomes unbearable every time I go in one direction
and then diminishes when I go in the other direction.
As I try and stand still the sound gets louder, until it
becomes unbearable until I go in the right direction. I
get in my car and head towards the city. The sound is
there but low and bearable as I keep driving. I pull
over to a quick stop to get a cup of coffee. The sound
gets louder. Once back in the car it quiets down again
when I start driving to the city again
A couple of wrong turns and the sound leads me to 1818
River Lane. I park the car and go in the front doors.
The sound continues to abate as I move in the direction
of the elevators. As I step into the open elevator the
eleventh floor button lights up. The elevator goes up I
get off. I step left and the sound gets louder, I go
right and it quiets down. The sound finally abates in
front of room 1111. I try stepping away from the door.
The sound returns. I have little choice. I knock on the
door.
A gentleman in a gray suit opens the door. "Come
in," he says. The sound in my head is still quiet.
There is a group of similarly gray suited men sitting
around a large laminate table over by some windows that
overlook the city. "Sit down," another says as he
stands up and gestures me to the only empty chair.
"Okay. You obviously drove me here. What's the
deal?" I asked impatiently.
"We have no quarrel with you," a soft spoken elderly
gentleman said who was sitting next to the one who had
stood up and is now sitting back down. "We have directed
you here to deliver a parcel to recipient zero."
I look around the room. It is empty except for a
round, what looks like a panel, on one side that extends
from the floor to ceiling. Next to it is a stand with a
round, stainless steel looking orb.
"A parcel," I say still trying to sound like I'm in
control. "What's in it?" I ask.
"Medium for patient zero," the elderly gentleman once
again replies. He gestures to another gray suit sitting
across the table who gets up and walks over to the panel.
He puts his hand on the orb and then steps through the
panel, which seems to have turned opaque for his entry.
All of a sudden a small cylindrical object comes back
through panel. It bounces on the floor and the suit that
went through returns through the panel and picks it up.
The cylinder is round, about eight inches long and capped
on both ends. It also looks like stainless steel, or the
color of it, although it appears to be light weight as
the gray suited gentleman handles it. He hands it to the
elderly suit.
"Patient Zero is in this city." The elderly suit
touches the table in front of him and a holographic image
appears in front of Bammer. It's an image of a beautiful
brunette."
"That's Crysti Winkly." I recognize here
immediately.
The suit responds. "Yes we know. You are friends."
I had been on a couple of cases where I reported to
Crysti. She is the good looking local news anchor on
channel 2. She's successful and has connections. We
have a deal. She pays for 'the first lead' as she calls
it. If I come across something, and it's newsworthy, she
will pay it for it if I gave it to her first. She's also
good at getting people through the right doors. I need
Crysti and Crysti needs me, usually to do th dirty work.
But how am I going to tell her about this? She'll never
believe me. Aliens?
The suit tossed me the cylinder. "Hey it's light
weight." I said as I caught it.
"Good dexterity," the suit said.
"You must keep it sealed until you reach patient
zero." A holographic image appeared where the image of
Crysti was. It was of two people kissing. "Then you
must swap dna and then and only then can you open the
cylinder."
"What if I open it right here?" I said grabbing an
end cap and pretending to pull.
"You will turn into a fungi," said the elderly suit.
"Your life as you've know it, with movement, senses, and
the human experience will all be gone and you'll be a
simple fungi life form, attached to a rock or tree, or
something wherever you happen to be at the time."
"What's this dna mumbo jumbo?" I demanded
"You must get some of her dna. She is the only
person alive who can mutate the substance zero into a
toxin for all mankind so they can fight off the Marsuveal
invasion. You must have some of her dna in your system
before you can mutate effectively. You humans do this
quite ineffectually when you touch lips." The suit
didn't blink while he talked to me.
"This is absurd. Marsuveal. What's that?" I
demanded further.
"They are a species fast approaching your solar
system. They invade by taking over the dominate species
on a planet. You humans must develop a chemical makeup
that will repel the Marsuveals. Once they try and invade
your species, and find it distasteful, they will leave
and your planet will be saved. However humans loose all
intellectual control once they absorb the substance zero
and either become really smart self absorbed or really
dumb. Dumb people make mistakes that the Marsuveals will
get frustrated with and smart people are arrogant and
just sit around and talk a lot which the Marsuveals also
can't stand. The Marsuveals will be repelled and go
away. There are a couple of other little things, but I
don't think you have to worry about that. You don't have
a choice." The suit shifted in his seat.
"The obvious question is why don't you deliver it
yourselves?" I still wasn't sure and was trying to buy a
little time.
"We don't have the energy to sustain this human
presence long enough. We need a fellow species member to
deliver the substance zero and you are the perfect
choice."
I picked up the cylinder and headed for the door.
"One more thing," the suit said. "Once you are
exposed to the substance do not dance. You will have
lost your rhythm and will look ridiculous."
I paused for a second and decided not to ask and
went out the door. The noise was back but at a dull hum.
I proceeded down the elevator and out the front doors.
The flapping slip of paper under my windshield wiper told
me I had gotten a parking ticket. I had parked just a
couple of inches over the white line in the next space
and for this they gave me a ticket. It was already
getting harder to save the world.
I drove across town to Crysti's. The dull sound was
there in my head, not painful. Just enough to let me
know that if I didn't follow through on my task it would
get louder. Somehow these aliens knew. I don't know how
they knew, but they knew.
Cyrsti lived in a downtown condo not far from the
river. I pulled up and parked in front, went to the side
entrance and pressed Cyrsti's key code.
"Who is it?" I heard her voice over the intercom.
"It's Mike. "I've got something important." I told
her.
She buzzed me in.
As soon as I opened the door to her condo; "On your
knees slave boy!" Crysti was a dominatrix.
"Yes mistress." Sure I played the game but look what
it got me.
Crysti was wearing a short frilly tutu skirt with
garters high on her legs holding up stockings. She wore
a tight top and carried a riding crop. "How dare you
open my door when I didn't call you," she went on.
"You know Cee ..." That was my nick name for her.
"You can ride your stallion. I'm here for you."
"What brings you to darken my door step?" She
punctuated with a slap across my back side with her
riding crop.
"Aliens Cee. They want to take over the human race.
I thought you'd like the story. You have to help me,"
I blubbured a little for excitement.
"Oh come on. Aliens? You haven't wigged out on me
Bammer," she instructed.
"Take me to the stable." She punctuated with another
slap across the back side as she put her leg over me back
to ride me like a horse. It's just a game we play.
I carried her over to the Armour she kiddingly called
a stable. It contained all of her bondage gear. She
pulled out a muzzle with a leash and started to put it on
me. "No Cee. I have something important to tell you."
"You must ride me over to my editing table and then
I'll let you talk," Crysti went on.
I played the game some more. She was getting kind of
loose with that riding crop but I still took her over to
the desk where she edited her video feeds for the news.
"On the floor," Crysti barked. "you will address me
only while you are in the prone position."
I laid down on the floor as Crysti got off. She went
behind her desk and sat down at her computer.
"Look Cee. You're not going to believe this, but I
was abducted by aliens. They probed me and put something
in me to make do what they want." Sure I was blubbering
a little, but it was just for effect. This is how Crysti
and I got along.
"That's crazy. I might have to put you on the rack."
Crysti said.
"Oh honey," I said.
Crack! The riding crop hit the desk. "I didn't say
you could speak. Go ahead what is it?"
"Look Cee. These guys are legit. I'm not seeing
things here. There is some advanced technology. Stuff
nobody's seen." I wasn't sure yet how much I should tell
her.
Crack! "And you want me to buy this story from you?"
Crysti was looking at her computer screen while she
talked.
"No Cee. They gave me this." I pulled the cylindar
out of my pocket.
"Let me see." Crysti looked interested.
I tossed her the cylindar. She looked at it and then
started to pull off the end.
"No!" I said. "Don't open it."
Crysti paused. I got up and went around the desk. I
grabbed her and kissed her. It was a sloppy wet kiss,
but we swapped dna. "Okay now you can open it."
"What?" Crysti looked perturbed. "I didn't say you
could get up." She didn't balk at the kiss.
"Okay. Now you can open it." I relaxed.
Cyrsti pulled the end off the cylinder and looked
inside. "Hey it's empty," she said.
"Well that's my story and I'm sticking to it." The
seen changes to an office. It's white, medical.
"Do you have the cylindar?" A doctor asks from behind
the desk.
"Yes," Bammer replies. He hands the cylinder to the
doctor.
"It's empty," the doctor exclaims.
"I know, but the aliens told me ... well you know ...
dna and all. That's how I saved the World from the
Marsuveal invastion.
The doctor presses a button on his desk. Two
attendants come in with a straight jacket.
"I wonder if you can put this on," the doctor says as
the attendants hold it up, "so we can alert the army, the
navy and the air force."
Fade out.
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Mike Bammer
Crysti Winkly 'Cee'
patient zero
substance zero
