Day 330 – Meditation in the Backwaters of Outer Space – Part 10?

Word count: 620

“Good morning Jack,” a computer generated voice whispered in his ear. Jack got frightened and woke like a startled pig, squealing.

“Wha? Who?”
He surveyed the room. It was the same as the one he had fallen asleep in, but there was something different about it that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Lying down, he shifted up into a sitting position and hiccupped. He needed water. Suddenly a glass of water appeared on the side.

“Water for your sir,” the computer generated voice returned. “Please welcome Doctor Cchhakkle.”
Before Jack had a chance to work out who this Doctor was, a door slid open and the man – creature would be more accurate – slipped into the room as is feet were resting on a conveyor belt. He was the most incredible sight that Jack had ever seen in his life. There were no words created yet that could be used to describe the creature. His skin was grey, his mouth – or what Jack assumed to be his mouth – was shaped more like gills. He had tentacles protruding from his back and scales appeared at the side of his face where hair would usually be on a human, for he did look human, but only appeared so by apparent coincidence. There was no possibility that this strange man and Jack were related by any fabric of DNA.

“Good morning, Jack,” he said, without moving his lips/gills. “I have come to assess you for habitation.”
“Habitation?”
“Correct. I must assess that you will not bring on board any diseases or contaminate the air supply.”
“Me – contaminate, wait, what, no this is not the right question I should be asking. Where am I?”
“We are now circling around the Nebula Rim. This is a small area of space not yet discovered by the human race. It is famous for its Fast Food restaurants. I am inclined to believe we are here due to the Captain’s long established lust for all foods greasy and unhealthy.”
“Right, okay, so assuming that this is not all one big wind up, can I be returned to home?”
“Incorrect. This is one big wind up. The Captain wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“A wind up?”
“Yeah, he is always like that. He always thinks he’s such a great laugh. It’s embarrassing at times.”
“What is going on?”
“With regards to yourself? I’m not sure what his game is. I think he will reveal his plan in due course. Perhaps you will know in time, perhaps not. It is hard to tell whether or not his heart is in anything.”
“No I mean what happened to me? How did I get here?”
“Well we picked you up; you were in the forest or something. Then you were in here. You were a little difficult to handle when we knocked you out at first, but you calmed down and now I think you are in what we call Acceptance, which is when new on-boarders finally agree that they are in space and that they are not going mad.”
“Oh, right. Is that common?”
“For first time travellers who have no prior knowledge of space travel it is almost guaranteed to affect them. However, you did come to Acceptance pretty soon. This is not common among Humans.”
“You’ve picked up some of us before?”
“Yeah, we do it all the time…”
A screeching game across the tanoy and some hissing spurted forth, “Little shits, why didn’t they give me the – oh hi! I’m on voice… Er summon Prisoner – no wait – Captive Forty-Two please. I wish to speak with him!”
“Oh dear.”
“Why?”
“The Captain wants to see you.”

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~ by S.G. Mark on September 1, 2012.

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