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The Short Story

Is this a supreme truth? I never trusted hospitals I have always seen them as research facilities researching....? There are those who die from complications with aids. It is like you don't die from the “Diseased” sex act itself you die from the programmed illusion, socially embedded in your mind that; if your black, living in the hood (or inner-city) and you have unprotected sex with members of your own kind then chances are someone has given you aids. In your mind you think about it each and every time you have unprotected sex during periods when you where high. After a while you start to feel bad about yourself and at random you catch a cold. It is really nothing but an ordinary cold you keep getting because of an unknown allergy

So you do the trustful thing and go to see those trust worthy, urban community loving, youth program supporting Doctors, or clinician (whatever) and your magic number comes up, The Good Doctor Says; “I am sorry but YOU ARE HIV Positive. You need to take these medicines”, because these Draconian Reptilians, otherwise known as your loving doctor Says that; “this medication will save your life long enough for us to find the cure, so be patient and let us help you.

As time goes on you may feel as though you’re getting sicker, but that is a good thing, because this means that the medicine is working. If you start to get the shivers let us know and we will prescribe for you a higher dose. Your insurance should cover it, Have a nice day and remember if you get the chillz let us know”. You take your medicine and it seems as though your cold has gotten worse you say to yourself “oh it must be working it has been two weeks”, then the shivers start to creep up on you and now it is hard for you to walk. You go to see the Doctor and it says to you “come in now I have something for you that will make you feel much better. I going to let you know, right now, that it is a long Needle that I have to inject you with; however, this medicine works it has been proven to free folks, like yourself, from these sever aches and pains”.

You go home feeling a little better but sleepy a bit. You arrive home, get in to bed and slowly you start feel yourself transpire... a little later, your friend Scratch pays you a visit and finds your lifeless body laying on the floor. Scratch locates your relatives as he rushes you to the hospital. After a long wait a Doctor comes and informs your family that you have passed away do to your complications with Aids.  Your body is then sent to a morgue where you are cleverly switched with a life like manikin, a skin job, while your real body is offered to the consortium for humanoid collections.

The funeral was sad everybody cried and your loved ones were none the wiser that the body before them was a fake so they go on with their lives in morning. You awaken to find that you are now in chains in a dimly lit room with a single window and all you can see outside that little window are stars then it dawns on you, you are not on earth any more. Your head fells groggy as if you had just been in a traumatic situation. As your eyes regain focus you notice that there are others laying around who are also shackled to a wall. Something disturbs you, and you look to see what it is than a being appears. You shut your eyes and squint so that they won’t notice that you have regained consciousness.

As you peak through your eyelids you are disturbed to see that that the being was using a laser guided tool as it removed the hair from the heads of the other captives. It is now your turn. You try to move but the laser somehow keeps you still. The Alien being removes your hair and you are dragged along a warm red glowing slimy surface. You look towards your feet and see that you are naked and your pubic hairs have also been removed. There are these strange walls that seem to change in pattern and the lights are giving you the worst headache you ever had.

      The being lifts you in the air by your neck, while your body is in a paralyzed state, and examines your chest area with a silver ball. You get a real close look at your captors and noticed their humanoid features with spiky horns that protrude from out their faces. They seem to be communicating in this weird language and the only word you can make out is your name, Mr. Jackson. The Being with its powerful arms places you in a see through container where you are suspended by hooks attached to the shackles around your neck and wrist. While you were in this container, a cold liquid substance fills the space you were in until your whole body was submerged. By this time you have lost consciousness as electrical currents flows through your body.

            While you were unconscious, inside of that container, the alien beings make copies of your body. These copies are genetic hybrid organism 2 parts human and 5 parts alien, who serve the wishes of the consortium. Their outer skin represents the human portion of the DNA molecule; while the reptilian portion of that molecule is its anatomy. You awaken to find yourself in a white room with your arms and legs bounded together and for the first time, since your initial awakening, you see an image of yourself but it is not you, it is your clone or at least one of them. These clones are not bound hand and foot like you are; they freely walk around as if in a mindless state. Unlike yourself, they are fully clothed; they have a mysterious evil about their very being and their thoughts seem to dance inside your head.

            In the midst of the chaotic rampage these being are having with your mind, a memory appears reminding you of your parents and the life you have lived and took advantage of. No happiness seek your worry heart for no one knows that you are gone they believed you died from aids when in reality you were kidnapped aboard some alien vessel. You sob hopelessly as you accept the cursed dimensions of your journey. That God you once believed in has sense abandoned you in the hands of alien creatures. This was your experience before we rescued you from that container research vessel of the Debidians. We are the evolutionary freedom force sent here to save you from a fate worst then death itself.

            For after they are through cloning the very fabric of your being; your body parts are sold as a form of currency. We are against these acts of cruelty, some of us who have served under that same consortium vowed to free you. Do not fear the place you are in, this is our ship and no harm will be done to you. Ship you were in, has since been destroyed, we found your body in an operating room, unconscious of the day that precedes the night. Our medical officers checked you out and your body has been restored. We have data recording of this event so if at any time you want access it just locate myself or others of this ship. I am Olmak Frudu; I am in command of this rescue vessel. I would also have to say that, I am sorry but at this time we cannot take you home our mission is to stop these atrocities and we may be headed for war, if we are challenged. A trip to your home planet would exhaust our resources and to make things worse we have not the command codes for the grid location of your planet.

            You need to rest your mind and gather your thoughts for the time being and later you will learn everything. At this moment we are in rout to Sadien whereby you shall be received with open arms. You are our first successful rescue you will be treated with respect, honor and dignity may your journey to Sadian be a comfortable one. I will send someone in to service your every need but first get some rest you have a long travel ahead.