Six
Extraterrestrial Investigators
Judy Clark and Stephen Weiss, field investigators of the Extraterrestrial Investigators, were on the edge of their seats as they listened attentively to the beginning stages of my abduction by the aliens known to me as the Vathian’s. They had not heard the best and would probably fall off the edge of their seats when they did.
“Who is Empress Kellil?” asked Judy Clark as she adjusted her glasses. “She’s the Vathian leader,” I responded. “Before I tell you about her, you should know what they did to me.”
“Of course,” said Judy with great anticipation. There still was a hint of skepticism.
“Negu, the Vathian standing at my head place a cold finger on my forehead,” I said. “After he touched me, there was a slight shock, almost like a static shock.”
“Is that all?” asked Judy as she made another entry into her report. “No,” I said quietly. “After he touched me, I could hear his thoughts. He called it mind synchronization.” I waited for them to fall off the edge of their seats. Stephen’s lower jaw dropped as he looked at Judy who had removed her glasses. This, however, was not the best part of my abduction.
“You could hear his thoughts,” said Stephen as he finally got his lower jaw to come up. “Yeah, it was sort of like trying to find your favorite local radio station in another city or state. Just a lot of static. After several seconds, his thoughts came in clear.”
"Others have also stated the grays use telepathy," said Judy. I looked at Judy who corrected herself once again by saying, “Other have also stated the aliens use telepathy.”
“Was this their primary means of communication?” asked an excited Stephen. “Yes,” I replied. “His first words to me were ‘Do not be afraid. We mean you no harm’.”
“That always seem to be their first words,” commented Stephen mockingly. “What happened after he was able to communicate with you?” asked Judy.
“He proceeded to say I was ‘chosen’ by the Tabiil priestess Risra,” I said as I looked at Judy. “Who is that?” asked Judy. There was doubt in her voice. Judy the skeptic. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. This was the one piece of information Kellil refused to reveal to me.
“Now what did he mean by ‘chosen’?” asked Stephen.
“I was chosen for their process,” I said. “What process? Is that what they did to you?” asked Stephen as his level of excitement increased.
“Two others Vathian’s, Espi and Higo touched me and it was as if they had given me a shot of anesthesia because I didn't feel anything,” I said with a grin. I waited for Stephen or Judy to interject or ask a question, but neither said a word. I guess they wanted me to get to the end.
“Soon after, a long silver cylinder about the diameter of Mason jar with hundreds of pulsating needles on the end came out of the ceiling,” I said. They sat listening as parishioners listen to the Sunday sermon. “Attached to the cylinder where three clear hoses that filled with a bluish liquid.”
Again I waited for the two investigators to ask me a question. They sat patiently waiting for me to complete my tale.
“The cylinder hovered over me for a few seconds before plunging the needles into my chest,” I related. “I did not feel any pain from the injection because of the two Vathian females touching me.”
I could read their thoughts; both were amazed. I continued by saying, “Every cell was filled by the blue liquid.” Judy kept a clear face, but disbelief filled her mind. Soon that disbelief would be erased.
As Judy halfheartedly recorded the notes in her report, I slowly raised my tee shirt. Despite my ability to heal, the huge circular scar on my chest from the injection hadn’t gone away.
Stephen gasped as he looked at the scar. Looking at the scar, Judy put on her glasses. Her face was several inches from the scar. Instantly the nanomachines reacted to her proximity.
“For some reason, it will not go away,” I said as I looked down at the scar. “Some days it feels as if it has always been a part of me.”
Judy reached out and using her right forefinger traced the scar. The nanomachines gave her a nice little jolt of electricity. She immediately withdrew her finger. “You shocked me!” she proclaimed as she rubbed her finger.
“It was the nanomachines reacting to you touch,” I said. Hopefully, that was enough to wipe away her disbelief.
“What nanomachines?” Stephen asked as his eye widened. As I lowered my tee shirt, I said, “The fluid was filled with nanomachines. They injected me with millions of microscopic machines enhancing me in every way imaginable.”
They had not fallen off their seats as I thought, but they were at a loss for words. They were totally in shock.
“Enhanced you in what ways?” Judy asked as she snapped out of her daze. “My eyesight, hearing, strength, reflexes, and resistance to injury and sickness have all increased,” I said. “I seem to have no limits.”
“What do you mean no limits?” asked Stephen. “I ran five miles in three and a half minutes,” I said seriously. “Any proof of this?” Stephen asked even after seeing the scar and witnessing the nanomachines react to Judy. Sometimes people needed to see the X-ray proving you have a broken leg despite the signed cast.
Going into the kitchen, I removed a butcher’s knife from the silverware drawer. Taking my seat again, I rolled up the right sleeve of my tee shirt and placed the knife edge on my arm. Stephen had a look of concern on his narrow face. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Here’s your proof,” I said crossly. “What are you doing?” asked a startled Judy.
“I want to show you what they did to me,” I said staring directly at Judy. “Don't you think this is a little extreme?” asked Judy as she kept her eyes on the knife. “I agree with Judy, especially if it means harming yourself,” chimed Stephen. “We believe you!”
Suddenly I dragged the blade across my left forearm. Bright red blood immediately streamed from the deep opening, down my arm and onto the table. "What are you doing Mr. Morningstar?" asked Stephen excitedly as he slid away from the table.
“Stephen, get a towel or something!” yelled Judy as she managed to take the knife from me. Stephen stumbled as he tried to get out of his chair. “Do you have a first aid kit?” asked Judy hysterically.
“I don’t need one,” I said calmly with a huge smile on my face. Then right before her eyes, the blood began to flow back into the opening. Her eyes widen as she silently said, “Stephen, forget the towel.”
Stephen returned to the table and hovered over me as he watched the blood flow back into the opening. In mere seconds, the wound had completely healed. Not a drop of blood remained on the table or on my arm. There was no scar. “Did you see that Stephen?” asked Judy as she inspected my arm.
“Most of it,” Stephen said disappointedly. “I wish I could’ve gotten a video of it.”
“Then there’s the ability to communicate to computers,” I said with a devilish grin.