teacock and I were talking in the Neutral Zone
Share Your Alien Abduction
teacock and I were talking in the Neutral Zone, and tea asked me to share my Experience of Alien Abduction. It was suggested to put it in "Misc."
Share your stories. Do not be afraid. Liberate your Altered Psyche.
I was out walking one cool late-summer night, doing a little star-gazing and Tom-Peeping, as is my want. After spying a particularly fruitful star cluster (the Seven Sisters) and an equally fruitful Peep (The Two Sisters) I felt a sudden chill and disturbance in the air. I could see my breath as I exhaled, and I was haling my ex's rather rapidly.
Without warning, I was blinded by a Light that was at once bright and filling. Somehow the photons were sustaining me, a literal manna to my fear and confusion. I gradually detected a Sound to go with this feast of senses, and the sound was not unlike that of the Enterprise's engines going to warp.
Soon it was apparent that I was traveling parallel to the ground at a rapid rate. The ground shortly disappeared, and I then found myself on a table. The material of its construction was at once familiar and alien. As if a stainless steel examination table took on some of the attributes of the T-1000, malleable and form-fitting.
I heard them before I saw them. A group of chirps and squawks and beeps and whirrs, at once unmistakably sentient, and mechanical, like implements and tools in use, attached to some sort of terrible intelligence.
Then, a Presence. Almost an Energy Field, tantalizing my flesh. Tesla, I wondered.
Into my field of vision entered Beings. 3.5 meters, maybe a bit more. each with a coterie of contrivances. "Galaxy Quest" I thought. Only with not a drop of pigment.
Markings, to be sure, and all unique in size and shape. No color. I strained to get up or to greet or to bolt or to shit or some such, but, denied. I could sense or see no restraint, but restrained I was.
There, below the threshold of aural sensation, a sub-sound. Barely. After a time, a tiny bit louder, then, a little bit louder. A little bit louder, still, until I could make out a Song. But, Jesu, what a Song. A mellifluous moving of pressure and displacement such as I had never grokked. It seemed to touch the very center of my scrotum. There was no other way to describe it.
He/She/It spoke directly to my temporal lobes, and my thalamus struggled to make sense of it. "We are the Els," H/S/I intoned. "We come from what you would call "The Orion Group." HSI went on to tell me that the that the Els were among the oldest in the Universe, from the Dryson Region. They had studied and befriended many in their travels, and had heard about our planet from some old television transmission waves. HSI said they were something called Imperial Margarine commercials picked up In the far reaches of the Solar System. Apparently, they were happy to know Earth was ruled by a Queen Named "Mother Nature." At this news, the "Galaxy Questians" chirped and whirred at a noticeable increase in sound and speed.
"We ask all we come across (!) for permission to study and take samples from," HSI continued. Using He/She/It was getting tiresome and unwieldy, so I asked if there was a name or designation I could use to address her.
"Rishathra" she said, what I felt was with particular pride.
"May we study and sample you, You-Man?"
Much chirping and whirring and spinning and beeping!
I must have acquiesced, because, after a time, I became aware of areas of my body that felt pierced, yet healed and reborn. A sheen of silken liquid adorned my corpus, and I shivered at the slightest air disturbance or stray thought. It was then that I noticed an impossible shape next to my head as I lie on the soft forest floor. The shape seemed to "phase" in and out of reality and at times it glowed. I was sure I was hallucinating most excellently. A VoiceMemory entered my Consciousness, thanking me, and explaining that, in trade for my ManEssence, I was to have The Everlight. It was what we would call a tesseract, powered by the very essence of creation.
Essence for Essence