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An Abduction Revelation

By Thomas Hay All Rights Reserved ©

Adventure / Scifi

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Monroe escorted me to a smaller craft, parked outside the mother ship. It had only two seats. It was a much smaller version of the mother ship.

I waved  to the sexy female warrior, hoping that with a bit of luck, under different circumstances, and in time, we would cross paths again. I could tell by her smile and the twinkle in her eye that she had the same thoughts.

The smaller craft had a date panel similar to the one on the mother ship, only on a smaller scale. According to Monroe, the smaller craft could also zip in and out of time quantum’s. When observed, that might explain why UFOs sometimes appeared to be in one place one minute and then suddenly accelerate and disappear the next. That might also explain why they were usually invisible to radar. Monroe never hinted as to why they had to fly in a formation of three.

With Monroe at the controls, our craft rose through the top of the volcano and  headed to our destination.  The cockpit window provided a 360 degree range of vision. I could make out two other craft similar to ours, tagging along. Before long, we could observe the sun rising, as we approached a huge transparent dome that shielded an entire city.

Monroe told me that there were only seven such cities on the planet, each on a separate continent, and each under a similar dome. The one we were approaching was located in the central part of what used to be called the United States of America. We were to land right smack dab in the heart of Kansas.

Each city had a population of approximately one million citizens. There was only one government, one language, one race, and one creed on the planet. Everyone sang the same song. Imagine that. Maybe there was hope for mankind after all.

Outside the dome, I observed a barren wasteland. According to Monroe, it was the result of pollution and one too many wars, before mankind got their act together.

The city appeared to be approximately a hundred miles in diameter.  Inside the dome I saw a Garden of Eden paradise, with greenery flourishing everywhere. Fountains and waterfalls galore were spouting sparkling colored water into the air. The streets sparkled with gold. There was no litter in sight.

I saw small automotive-type vehicles scooting around. They had no visible wheels, as they were suspended in the air about a foot above the ground. I thought it strange how man had invented the greatest invention of all—the wheel—and then had no use for it in the future.

I saw structures of different sizes and shapes that were impossible to describe. All I can say is that the city looked to be something you would see on some planet in a galaxy far far away. I had to remind myself I was still on Earth.

As we approached the dome, an entryway materialized. Just as we were about to enter, I heard a loud thump and felt a violent jerk.. The craft vibrated and suddenly pitched downward, slamming my head into the flight console in front of me.  Warning sirens blared within the craft as it spun out of control. It was losing altitude fast. My chair began to spin out of control like riding a roller coaster. This immediately brought to mind one of my dreams. Only I knew this was no dream.

I heard a blood curdling scream coming from deep within my throat as I  blacked out.

When I awoke I saw myself. I seemed to be outside my body looking in. I had on different clothes and was looking rather ragged.  I was in need of a shave and a haircut. It looked like I had been put through the ringer. It didn’t help that it felt like someone was pounding on my head with a hammer.

There were others gathered around. Humanoids of diverse colors, sizes, and shapes that I had never seen before. I thought that I had to be having another one of those dreams. Nothing seemed real.

Where am I? I thought. Who are you guys?

No one answered. I then realized that none of them were wearing a helmet. I felt my head and noted that mine was gone too.

“We removed your helmet. You won’t be needing it anymore. They can’t hear you now,” myself said to me in a loud a clear voice.

“We also removed the tracking device from your toe. They can’t track you now. Before you start freaking out, I’m Tom-Tom, your cloned brother.” myself said to me.

I recalled I had suffered a blow on the head in the crash, so I figured I had to be hallucinating.  

Did this guy just say he was my cloned brother?

Yeah, okay. Monroe told me about you. I just need to figure out if this is a dream or reality, I thought.

He didn’t respond to my thought, so I said out loud,

“This can’t be real. I got to be dreamin’.”

“Perhaps feeling is believing,” Tom-Tom said, as he slapped me upside the head.

“Feel that? Think you’re still dreaming now,” he added.

That snapped me back to reality. It also pissed me off, and I jumped up, ready to fight back.

Everyone present jerked to attention and took a defensive position.

I quickly calmed down when I realized I was outnumbered.

“So what the hell is going on?” I asked.

“I sensed you were in the aircraft with the alien, so we shot it down and rescued you,” Tom-Tom said.

“In an aircraft with an alien? Rescued me? I’m confused. I wasn’t with an alien and I didn’t need rescuing. What the hell are you talking about? I was coming to rescue you,” I said.

“Rescue me? I don’t need rescuing. Brother, you have been deceived,” said Tom-Tom.

“Deceived? What are you talking about?”

To make a long story short, my cloned brother revealed a completely different history of mankind than what I had been led to believe by the alien called Monroe.

According to my brother, the abductors were in no way, kinfolk.

“How in the world can aliens be our kinfolk?” He asked with a chuckle.  

He and the others had a hardy laugh, knowing I had fallen for a tall one. Come to find out, the abductors were not mankind’s future generation, as Monroe had led me to believe. They were actually aliens from another world. It seemed I had been misled, and had fallen for his story hook, line, and sinker.

How embarrassing. How could I have been so gullible?

Bet you’re thinking the same thing, huh?

According to my ‘brother’, the aliens had attacked and destroyed much of planet Earth twenty years earlier. Humans had put up a good fight, but were no match for a superior being. The Earth was scorched during the battle and made a wasteland. The aliens built the dome cities and enslaved most of the humans that survived.

Because of pollution and disease, plus the alien atmosphere inside the domes, their human slaves soon lost the ability to reproduce. The aliens ran low on slaves to handle their dirty work, so they would travel back in time to collect human sperm. Whatever it was they had in mind didn’t work.

They then tried assimilating with humans. That didn’t work the way they planned. They then decided to clone, but the clones were found to be sterile. They were fit to be tied.

Apparently the aliens hadn’t read up on human history. Man always had and always will rebel against slavery. Clones were no exception. They, after all, were human too. Up until just a few months before, the humans and clones hadn’t been much more than a thorn in the aliens’ side. At least not until my clone, Tom-Tom, escaped the Dome.

He led a rebellion, and most of the clones, half-breeds, and humans escaped to the wastelands. They joined up with other surviving humans who were living in underground caves beneath the wastelands.

The aliens had to conjure up another plan. It involved traveling back in time to convince me to help them find Tom-Tom and put an end to the rebellion.   

They tricked me into helping them find my clone, the rebel leader. They knew clones were on the same wavelength as their originals. We felt each others presence, even through time warps. They figured I could lead them straight to him. Problem solved. They were right, too, but Tom-Tom foiled their plan and saved the day and maybe mankind, too, when he rescued me.

I know, you’re probably thinking this is starting to sound like another one of those science fiction novels. Hey, I am just telling you like it is. No need to go rogue on me. I had no idea what I would be getting myself into when I decided to melt the memory blocks.  

So here I was, suckered into believing in government conspiracies, UFOs, abductions, a sibling from the future, cloning, and now aliens. Not only that, I was now stuck in the future, right in the middle of a rebellion, in no man’s land, with another major war on the horizon. The plot couldn’t get much thicker.

Want ‘a bet?

Move aside Buck Rogers, the Kid was about to come to the rescue, or discover he stepped in a bucket of shit and was stuck in the middle of some elaborate fairy tale.  Question is, can he come out smelling like a rose?

At this point I began to wonder what had happened to  Monroe, or whoever he was. It turns out that I was wearing my seat belt, and apparently Monroe wasn’t, because Tom-Tom told me he didn’t think the alien survived the crash. They hadn’t stuck around long enough to really found out. I found it ironic that Monroe had saved me from harm in my car crash and now couldn’t save himself.

Okay. So what’s next, I wondered.

It seemed I didn’t have much of a choice. This would be a chance to be a real hero and save mankind, along with myself. If I didn’t want to completely disappear from the map in my time quantum, I needed to step up to the plate in this one. I also needed to figure out a way to get back to the past. The only logical alternative to accomplish this would be to get back into one of the alien time craft. Unfortunately, though, at this point I was stuck out here in lord knows where, with no wheels in sight.

Not to worry, my brother said. He had a plan. A plan to destroy the dome and the aliens. A plan to save mankind in the past and the future. And a plan to return me to my time quantum.

He told me that we would  accomplish all this with almost no weapons, a small group of clones, a few sick humans, and some half-human/half-aliens. Needless to say, I had a few second thoughts.

I reminded myself that Tom-Tom worked and lived inside the dome. He probably knew its Achilles’ heel. I really had no choice but to provide a helping hand. How could I refuse? After all, I was expecting the adventure of all adventures.

“Let’s go get ’em,” I said.

“Okay, Brother, here’s how it’s going to go down,” Tom-Tom replied.

His plan was a dilly. Indiana Jones would have been impressed.  

“We depart at first light. You will be needing company to keep you warm tonight,” Tom-Tom said.

“Company? To keep me warm? Sure, why not,” I said, wondering what he might be implying.

The war with the aliens had drastically reduced the ratio of males to females. Females now outnumbered males seven to one. Those odds forced a change in social behavior. It became necessary for each male to accommodate more than one female. No matter how civilized humans became, when it came to sex, our instincts prevailed. We are the only species on Earth that uses sex for pleasure as well as reproduction. The night before battle was for pleasure.

Three attractive female warriors, of exotic nature, lay with me that night. Some of the genetically enhanced warriors had defected to the rebel side. They were extremely provocative and attractive in their own unique way.

One looked familiar. She was tall and had a pale blue complexion, with dark blue freckles covering her entire body. Her fiery red eyes pierced my soul. Her short curly flaming red hair and plush rosy lips set my body on fire. I recognized her from the mother ship. I could see by the twinkle in her eye and the smile on her face that she had been anticipating this moment.

Another was of medium height and had olive skin. She had sparkly yellow eyes with pupils that showed lighted candle wicks blowing in the wind. Her long straight blonde hair flowed over luscious watermelon breasts.

The third female was only about four feet tall, with skin as black as night and as smooth as silk. She was  completely hairless from head to toe. She had bright shining electric bedroom eyes that changed colors each time she blinked. Her breasts were proud and pointed, with long protruding cherry red nipples that enticed me to play with them.

It got extremely warm in the cave that evening. In my time, this would have been many a man’s dream, to bed three women at once. In a jiffy we were naked as  jaybirds. Our lovemaking was fast and furious, turning into an all-night marathon. The more I gave, the more they wanted. Together the three absorbed my body like a sponge. We got so tangled that someone watching would not have been able to tell who was who. Our mating ritual must have resembled and sounded like wild cats in heat in a big city alley. Needless to say, this tomcat had one rousing, rollicking, and bruising night.

Sorry, I know I got you all worked up, but it’s that dad gum PG-13 rating again. I can’t elaborate anymore. You’ll just have to use your imagination.

As you can imagine, I didn’t get much sleep that night. The next morning I could hardly move, let alone go into battle with aliens. My brother had foreseen my predicament and had prepared a special energy drink. Good old Red Bull was still in production. In a New York minute, I was raring to take on anyone or anything.

Careful what you wish for, Tom, because you just might get it.

Tom-Tom assembled our small ragtag rebel force, which consisted entirely of misfits and unsung heroes, to make the journey through an underground tunnel, which led to the base of the alien dome.

We had to crawl on our hands and knees through slimy, rotten, smelly water. Where was that mask when I most needed it? This was not how I had envisioned a hero would travel. I darned near got bitten by a rat, more than once. Go figure, nearly two hundred years in the future and there were still rats! I hated rats!

Not only that, there were cock roaches everywhere. Crawling up my pant legs, shirt, and even getting into my hair. This was not what I had signed up for. If there hadn’t been someone behind me, I’d have turned around and gone back to bed.

After crawling for what seemed an eternity, we finally reached our destination. You can imagine what we looked and smelled like. The aliens didn’t have a chance. Our smell alone would have them on the run.

Somehow my brother knew how to penetrate the dome without setting off any alarms. Or so he thought. He must have had a connection on the inside, because just as we arrived, a small opening appeared in the dome.

“Move quickly, before it closes,” he whispered.

There were about ten of us who scampered through the opening. Only nine made it. The tenth wasn’t quick enough, and I heard a hiss and turned to see a lightening spark vaporize him as the opening closed on him. Ouch! That had to hurt. Thank God I wasn’t last in line.

“We’ve got to keep moving,” Tom-Tom said.

As bad as we stunk, I smelled that smell again from the cavern on Easter Island. Similar to the west wind that blows from Kansas. It was the atmosphere that the aliens breathed. It made me wonder if Jayhawks weren’t aliens too.

Tom-Tom said that the air wasn’t harmful to humans. It just stunk and made a person want to puke. But now was not the time to be throwing up.

“Just breathe slowly and keep moving,” he advised.

The dome was actually a shield. Tom-Tom knew it had a power grid to keep it in place. That was our target. If we could disrupt the power source, the shield would collapse, leaving the aliens exposed to earth’s atmosphere. Supposedly, they could survive by breathing our air, but it made them sick when they were exposed to it for a long period of time.

Our plan was to disable the power grid, capture or kill the aliens, steal a time craft, and whiz me back to 1978, where I could continue my dull life. Unfortunately, however, not all plans go according to plan, especially when dealing with a superior race that has just conquered you.

I’M HURTIN’

Seems to me, my destiny is to be just hurtin’, yeah hurtin’.—Roy Orbison

No sooner had we assembled inside the dome, we saw that we were surrounded. I about crapped my pants when I saw Monroe and several of his warriors pointing laser guns at us. It looked like he had survived the crash after all.

One of the warriors had my discarded helmet and forced it back upon my head.

We have been expecting you, Tom. Thank you for bringing your brother along, Monroe said.

Oh man. We fell right into their trap. The aliens must have planted a rat in our midst that had spilled the beans on us.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a plan ‘B’ up your sleeve, would you?” I asked Tom-Tom.

He frowned and shook his head, “afraid not.”

It looked like Monroe would be the hero this day. This wasn’t going to look good on my resume.

Put them through the distillery, they smell like human waste. Then escort them to the prison compound, Monroe told his warriors.

After being stripped naked and sprayed with a fine sweet smelling mist, we were clothed in a gray metallic cloth outfit that everyone wore in this future culture. We were then marched to a building that resembled a prison compound and separated. I was put in a small room and strapped to what appeared to be a hospital operating bed,  resembling those in our present-day hospitals. I was then left along to ponder my demise.

As I surveyed the room, I noticed a small table with a tray containing utensils. The utensils looked similar to what you see in a dentist’s office.

This didn’t look good. In fact, it became downright depressing. I was definitely between a rock and a hard place, and up the creek without a paddle. I couldn’t remember having scheduled a dentist appointment for today.

Okay Tom, time to think this through. What would 007 do in a situation like this?

How about nudging the bed closer to the table, grabbing a sharp utensil knife in one hand, cutting through the strap, freeing myself from the bed, rescuing my comrades, escaping from the building, blowing up the shield’s power grid, killing all the aliens, stealing a time craft, returning to 1978, and living happily ever after with my leading lady?

Absolutely brilliant idea, Tom!

There was only one small problem. This was not the movies and I was no James Bond.

Monroe brought me back to reality when he entered the room.

Well, earthling, there is no need for any more tricks, he said.

As you humans would say, it is time to get down to the nitty gritty, so I will get right to the point.

Thank you for leading us to your clone. We allowed the rebels to shoot down our craft and rescue you. We suspected they would plan to disable the shield, so we were waiting. Now you can provide us with the rebels’ base location and their identities.

Apparently, their rat was the one who got vaporized, since Monroe still needed that information.

Uh oh. I was in a heap of trouble now. I hadn’t bothered to get any names, except for Tom-Tom, and they already knew him. Plus, I don’t recall Tom-Tom having GPS.

I would if I could. No one told me their name and I have no idea where their camp is, I said, knowing that was probably the wrong answer.

You can read my mind, so you must know I am telling you the truth, I thought.

Ah, but the rebels have probably trained you on how to hide some of your thoughts, said the alien.

I knew it! I  suspected all along there was a way to hide them, and he had kept it from me.

I was hopeful you would cooperate. If not, then I will be forced to cause you much pain, Monroe said.

I’m telling you the truth. My mother taught me to never lie, I wisecracked.

By the look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t appreciating my sense of humor. Somebody must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.

You will not think it to be funny when I demonstrate how much pain you can tolerate.

Monroe, or whatever his name was, picked up one of the utensils and started yanking out my teeth.

YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH, I screamed, as I spat blood at him.

That hurts. Don’t you have some truth serum you could use?

I prefer primitive methods. Much more effective, the alien said, with that shit-eating grin on his face.

And, when I am done pulling out all your teeth, I will start on your fingernails and work my way to your toenails.

Christ! Who was it that outlawed water boarding? I had a bone to pick with them, right about then. It’s time to abandon this adventurous hero stuff.

So what happened to ‘when the going gets tough, the tough get going’’?

Get real.

I told you I don’t know any names or where they are hiding, I said, as I started to choke on the blood filling my mouth.

Oh, by the way, you wouldn’t happen to have any Ibuprofen or Extra Strength Tylenol handy, would you?

I figured it couldn’t hurt anymore to ask.

He must not have had a funny bone anywhere in that alien body, as he grabbed another tooth and yanked it out.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” I shouted. (Mom, cover your ears).

Pardon my French. My temper was getting the best of me. I’ve heard that stressful situations can bring out the worst in people. I was definitely a little stressed at that moment. I would certainly be experiencing some post-traumatic stress disorder after this ordeal.

“That’s the last straw,” I said, as I spat more blood at the alien.

“Do you have any idea what my dentist will do to you when he sees what you’ve done. Then after he is done with you, I’m going to pluck those big weird eyes out and tear your mother fuckin’ weird-looking head off that scrawny body of yours,” I screamed at him.

Superman and Batman would have been proud, but I had to remind myself that this was not the comic books. That was real blood oozing out of my mouth and real pain shooting through my brain.

You are not in any position to make any threats, earthling, Monroe pointed out, as he yanked out the last remaining tooth.

It just so happened to be my only gold one. Can you imagine the price of gold in 2191? That little sucker would have done wonders for that cranky portfolio of mine.

I suppose you really do not know anything, or else you would have at least thought it by now, Monroe finally said. He turned and   pressed a button on the wall.

Two other aliens entered the room.

Terminate him along with the others. They are of no use to us anymore, Monroe told them.

“HEY! WAIT! DAMN YOU TO HELL,” I screamed at him.

“I still got fingernails and toenails?” I yelled, grasping at a last straw. Anything to delay my execution. 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. I thought I was the good guy. Good guys were supposed to prevail. Someone had gotten the script wrong.

The aliens weren’t listening as they rolled me out into the hallway. I heard screams coming from behind each door we passed. They rolled me into a room that smelled of death and had me gagging even more. It was smoking hot from the inferno coming from a furnace. 

Human and other types of corpses covered the floor. Squiggly worm-like critters crawled from their eye sockets, ears, noses, and mouths. They got bigger and bigger as I looked upon the frightful sight. Another dream had come true. Only now my dreams were turning into one humongous nightmare.

Time to wake up, Tom.

Problem was, I was already awake.

I had to admit that I was scared. I’d never been this scared in my life. Fear within itself is impossible to define. It must be experienced to know its meaning. Right about now, its meaning was coming in loud and clear.

I had found out that this Buck Rodgers crap wasn’t any fun after all. No wonder he had retired a long time before. It also seemed highly unlikely that my superheroes would come to my rescue anytime soon. It appeared I had met my Waterloo and would be disappearing from the face of the earth in the past, present, and future.

One of the aliens pulled out his laser gun, pointed it at my head, and said, sweet dreams, earthling, as he pulled the trigger.

“NO!” I screamed, as my head exploded, revealing the alien half of me. I heard the fat lady sing as I kicked the bucket and bit the dust.  I was as dead as a door nail.

How can the Kid come back from the dead? Surely this isn’t The End?

PS  It's not.


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