I heard a familiar skid, that of wingtips scraping the ground.
My captors have finally decided to schlep on in and say howdy-doo. Maybe they would give a decent explanation as to why pray-tell I was being held without pants in what equated to be an inexpensive terrarium. A guess was only a guess, possibilities I could glean from all my favorite sci fi shows.
I could end up in some classroom on a distant world or worse, in the cafeteria. But then I thought who would feed ME to their children, I couldn�t meet the bare nutritional standards in any star system.
You must be wondering why I was not under the impression that I wasn�t in the custody of the U.S. government somewhere in Nevada? When I got a good look at the mug on the man with the meals on wheels all bets where off.
a creature with milky sea foam eyes and blossom pink teeth, those pink teeth ignite against his pustule plum hued skin when he smiled. He wore a smart business suite despite his low position, he dialed a few things on a note pad and one of the sack lunches with my name scribbled in crayon appeared before me. I saw no compartment open or close. Without any hesitation I opened my sack lunch hopping for some courtesy aspirin.
I didn�t really understand what the afeminant voice was echoing over head, but I did notice that my hangover had not dissipated in the slightest during my nap. Of course acrylic is not the best of pillow stuffs.
Back tracking I was on babysitting duty all night, have this horrible high heel and liquor aftertaste in my mouth, and four whack jobs in a black sedan nab me conspiracy style in broad daylight.
Do I really WANT to open my eyes? That was the million dollar question wasn�t it. It was something I would have to risk eventually and I immediately regretted it It turns out I was under some sort of UV heat lamp not unlike the ones I used for my reptiles.
I was in a seven foot by seven-foot acrylic box in a row of fifteen. The outside room was more like a laboratory than anything. But the tech stacked on the counters was nothing like what I was used to. For one thing most of the gadgets widgets and doo-hickey�s you find in a modern lab are beige or sable gray, all this stuff was glossy like a root beer flavored lollypop disgaurded on a playground. And I couldn�t tell centrifuge from pipetter or petri dish. Some of it was like globules of molten material bearing one hinge and a LCD flat display, others where sleek showing no signs of door or hinge or function what so ever.
I had just enough room to stand, that�s when it hit me I was missing my pants. I noticed a red distortion where my glasses weighed down. I took them off and squinted, a ladybug shifted into focus. It was quite a bit heavier than it should be. It crawled around to the other side of lens. I didn�t want to disturb the little fella So I slipped the heavy spectacles back over my nose and hunched back into the corner.
gggoottt NO
slaaaaaack? then get outgetoutgetout!
Go here!