Dangerous Experiment
By Regalo3000
PG
The submarine emerged from depths the ocean but not of its own accord, an unidentified flying object hovering just above the waves was pulling at it with a beam of light eminating from the alien craft, effortlessly lifting the vessel from the ocean water as if it were a mere rag doll.
The Captain of the sub turned to Buckaroo: Our defenses are holding out, no one is reported passing out, not yet. Our intruments are working. They're doing their job.
Yes! exclaimed the second in command in his enthusiasm. Sorry, sir. No more outbursts.
Buckaroo said, Let's ask our expert. He looked to Perfect Tommy.
Why look at me? said Perfect Tommy. How would I know if I were experiencing psychological abnormalities like hallucinations or mind-control? It's like asking a crazy man if he were crazy, how would he know? I just hope these are the same guys that have been abducting me. I'd like to give them a piece of my mind ...
They haven't let the ship go, said the second in command, even though they know we've counter-acted their mind-controlling technology.
It's a stand-off then, said the Captain of the sub. It's their move now ...
They're easing off, yelled a man seated at a control panel, and they're setting us back down, softly, but they're not leaving.
We're getting a radio signal!
Let's hear it.
P-p-erfect Tommmmmy, said the alien voice.
Buckaroo said, Okay, Tommy, you're up.
Yeah, Perfect Tommy here. I just want you guys to know you can't come to our planet and just take people, okay? It's not right. People have jobs, you know? They have to work for a living. He smiled at his own joke, but no one around him was smiling.
Get to the point, Tommy, said Buckaroo.
Okay, said Tommy. All right. Why are you guys abducting me?
School, said the alien. Tests. Please come to us.
Oh no, said Tommy, so you can poke me again? No thanks. This locator you put up my nose, it's going to be removed.
No, please, don't. Failing grade. We gave you memories. This is how you repay?
Memories? What memories? said another alien. Have you been injecting illegally? You have failed the course. You are a disgrace. You have disgraced the corp ... None of this came out in English but in some alien tongue.
Did anybody get any of that? asked Perfect Tommy.
The alien language translator aboard the submarine spoke now, Well, let's just say the teachers are not happy with their students.
Students? said Tommy. You mean as in College Students?
That's pretty much what the situation is, they're trainees in abductions. They gather species from all over the universe from one end to another in order to preserve them. They probably colonize habitable planets. Good chance you've got children all over the universe, Perfect Tommy.
They're leaving, said the second in command.
Children, said Tommy touching his nose. Children ...
We best be leaving as well, people, said the Captain of the sub. If their back up arrives there's no telling if our new technology can withstand combined efforts on their part. We've learned our intruments work on a limited scale, let's be satisfied with that for now. Set a course out of the Bermuda Triangle. We'll come back another day ...
Excuse me, sir, said Buckaroo, what kind of instruments do you have aboard this sub that would counteract their mind-controlling technology?
That is classified, Buckaroo.
Classified ... classified ... classified ... The word echoed in Buckaroo's mind, gnawing at his curiosity. He and Perfect Tommy were back in the States heading for the Institute in a limousine.
I know what's on your mind, Buckaroo.
Do you?
Yes. You're wondering how they pulled it off.
That's right.
I have a theory.
Is that so?
Yes. But I don't think you're gonna like it.
Tell me anyway.
When they need to they can become a group mind, and that carries a lot of power with it. They don't use technology, circuits, chips, what have you. They use their minds.
And the only way to counteract a group mind is with --
-- Another group mind, PT finished. I believe the silos on that sub carried more than just nuclear war heads. I believe some of them carried --
-- Aliens, finished Buckaroo.
Yes, Buckaroo, somehow forced into cooperating, kept in seclusion, attached to electrodes, maybe even strapped with explosives. I mean, sure, there was a lot of fancy-looking equipment on the sub, but, that could have all been for show ...
All right, enough, said Buck not wanting to hear anymore. It's too horrible to even contemplate.
But it's just a theory. That's all it is.
Yes ... said Buck. A theory ... a theory that carries a lot of weight ... Tommy, have you decided what you're going to do about that locator in your nose?
It's gone, I had them remove it, it disintegrated immediately, amazing little thing it was.
So, no more abductions, eh?
No, no more. Not for me, that is. But others out there are still going through horrible experiences. I think I'd like to start a therapy group for abductees, Buckaroo.
Sure, said Buck, we'll get working on that right away.
Perfect Tommy looked out the window and sat there silently until day became night and the stars shown in the nightskies. He thought of his children and he wished them well.
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