An Uncommon Abduction

Opening

It was one of those nights where the darkness was interrupted by bright flashes of stars through low, slow moving clouds, I was thinking about how I don’t have to worry too much about deer as I drove my wife through the windy 2 lane road in central Oregon. We were travelling back to Bend from the coast and decided to take the “scenic” route between I-5 and highway 97, admiring the awesome surroundings. We pulled over while we could still see low hills in the west and watched the sunset. After it went down we got in the car and headed east toward home. It got really dark.

With the high-beams on, the road was slightly wet and empty, not too windy and the jeep was running smooth. It was too dark for deer to be roaming, so I was humming along down a long grade when I noticed what looked like a fire in the distance..

“Wake up”, I said to my wife Sara, and nudged her with my elbow.

“Wha?” She asked, a bit irritated.

“Check it out”, I pointed “ looks like a fire out here in the middle of nowhere”.

We could see the glow in the trees getting larger and closer as we cruised down the hill, it looked really hot and isolated, and not quite right, there was an orange glow but other colors as well, blue, green, red, all thrown out at once…

“Maybe they are working on the road…” Sara mused…The glow was off to our right when we were at the top of this long, straight grade, but it seemed to be moving towards the road as we got closer.

“Could be a big logging truck decked out in lights.” I said as we closed the distance, I hadn’t noticed I was letting off the gas.

“Wow, that is bright, what the hell is that? “ Sara was wide awake, sitting straight up in the passenger seat of our jeep Cherokee.

It moved right in front of us.

‘What the F–, That is no truck!” as I looked down at the speedometer, I noticed we were going at around 40 mph, looked up and this thing was right over the highway, not on it, over it, about 30 feet off the ground and easily spanning the complete highway even off into the trees on both sides. With no time for me to stop, blinded by its brilliance, and nowhere to go, we just barreled under it.

A lot of things happened at once. The jeep slowed suddenly as if we had driven into deep mud, not fast enough of a deceleration to ignite the airbags, but enough to lean you forward, and forward, as if the jeep were about to flip over end in slow motion, I noticed we were off the ground, Sara was in reaction mode, gripping the hand holds and the dashboard as if to push away the road looming up before us. Everything in the car floated up to the ceiling, the light got really bright, blinding without blinding, like all the colors of the rainbow were just shot at you in a white beam. I looked at Sara who had a look of terror and wonder, I looked up and slipped out of consciousness.

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Chapter 2

I woke up on a smooth, soft surface, bathed in a glowing golden light.

“Hospital.” I thought, “Sara!”

“Great…” is what came out of my mouth, and tried to get a grip on what happened to us.

There was no one around me. I was wrapped in a very clingy satin type cloth but could move easily. I sat up and I was aware that I was fully dressed if not a bit dazed. No injuries. No gown. In my own clothes.

Looking around I noticed the room was very small, with smooth almond eggshell walls with no corners,  not round, but more curved…and no door.

Now I was awake.

“No door???” I thought, “What the hell is this?” I got up and started touching the walls. They felt like warm glass or ceramic, yet slightly soft, weird, like skin, I pushed my hand on it, as I did, the walls gave slightly like memory foam while it glowed under my fingertips, the kind of heat glow when you put your hand on something smooth and cold, but this glow was warm and golden.

So weird…what is this?

As I was sliding my hands along the walls, marveling at the gold trails my hands leave, and looking for an exit, one wall suddenly melted away.

That is the best way I can describe it, it just melted from the center out and down into the walls and floor, like liquid ice quickly melting, now I was sure I was dreaming, a very lucid dream…

~“No Dream”~

I jumped, the voice was echoing in my head, like a small speaker set right at the top of my skull…

“Do not be afraid” the voice said, and a very strange sound echoed through my brain, a calming, like music underwater…

“We will not hurt you, your companion is safe , this is a very unfortunate situation. Please be calm.”

Coming through the door was what I thought was a small young man, dressed in a tight grey/white jump suit. As he got closer and the door began to melt close behind him, I could see that although he looked human, he seemed much older than I originally thought and his eyes where very blue and seemed abnormally large. He had very dark reddish skin and beneath his short red hair, his skull seemed a little misshapen, like the babies who were strapped to boards..

“ I could say the same about you, not misshapen, this is my natural birth state.” He spoke aloud in a broken English, hands going up to his head, he had extra fingers..

I gasped and almost fell to the floor.

The being rushed forward with a hand extended, palm out.

“ I am very sorry for your distress, if we had not, transported(? ) you, you will have died as well as damaged this vehicle.”

I stared and leaned against the table, feeling a bit weak and confused, “Who are you? What the hell is this? Where is Sara?”

The man walked over to one of the blank walls and placed his hand on it, full palm.  The golden glow grew out of his touch and expanded into a large circle that turned transparent, revealing a sleeping Sara on a golden, soft, table.

“ Please be calm, Your companion is fine, she suffered a more intense shock than you did and must be kept asleep until we figure out what to do. She will be perfectly fine and will recover.’

This was too much, I sat down hard on the floor expecting a thump, no thump, the floor actually gave way, like a very firm memory foam…

Up I was again,” Where are we? What happened?” I was trying to be calm and I really did not want to hear what I heard.

“You are on board the observation craft which you almost ran into …we are very lucky to have caught you as you could have further damaged our vehicle as well as yourselves.”

 He had removed his hand and the wall clouded back over into glowing egg-tan, hiding Sara. I could see movement in the background, tall, thin shadows.

Who are these people? I was thinking…what are these people?

“That is the crew of this craft”, the being answered, as if reading my thoughts,” As for myself,  I am a..Geologist…, I suppose, for this craft, and I am…  part human, you might say,  as human as anyone, I suppose.  Which is why I was asked to communicate with you, this is an unexpected situation…”

This was crazy. “What do you mean almost ran into? Last thing I remembered was something was coming over the road in front of us!”

“Yes, very unfortunate”, Geologists’ english was getting better, “ What you saw was our Observation Craft. We began drifting while observing a gravity anomaly, unexpected magnetic interference…we were much lower and less targeted than we intended to be, due to this anomaly, we were also unintentionally visible, we meant no harm.’

I was beginning to have a smooth heart rate, something aboard was very soothing, a sound?

“So we are aboard that thing? The craft? What happened to my car?”

“The Craft, yes,” said Geologists, “We are currently a few… kilometers above the site of convergence, the car is lost, it entered the field around the craft and was discharged, because of your biological fields, we managed to move your temporal vicinity….transported you and your companion to save your lives, If we had not been able to lock your biology and connected matter, …your clothes, for instance, …..you would have been destabilized.”

I was relaxing, not sleepy, but my muscles were starting to loosen, this seemed like a very lucid dream… the sound was like a slow heart beat, trauma?

I shook my head, “and Sara is OK?”

“Sara is fine, she is in induced sleep and will suffer no ill effects from the discharge, we are seeking a place to return you, the convergence site is too dangerous and we are not equipped for Biological Processing. “

He seemed uncomfortable, ” This is very unusual, we are not prepared nor have the proper personnel for human examination. This is strictly and observation and measuring craft, I am not sure I even should be talking to you, but I am very curious,  I have never personally met an…. Adamu… before.”

‘Human examination? Adamu?’ “You said you were part- human. You don’t look Human?’

The dream seemed so real…lucid dreaming? He was looking at me.

“Yes, Part Human, Not of your Code, of course , not Pure …”an odd look crossed his face, almost a smirk,

“but human,  I was born this way, to parents much as you, I suppose. We are our own breed you might say…,”

“Your own breed? Like genetics?” I asked

“Yes, precisely…” He actually smiled and looked at me a bit more intently, it was unnerving..

“Genetics, You know something of this?” he asked.

“I have read a lot of books”..   The look steadied, and he moved over and touched the table, images appeared that looked like DNA.

”Code. My other Genetic Code developed on what you would call Mars, although none of my original species survives intact anymore… This Code gives us the ability to adapt to Earths planetary atmosphere as well as Mars…”

“Martian Code?” I interrupted, “Humans have never been to Mars. “ I said, a bit confused.

He looked astonished, “Never been to Mars?” he said rather cynically, “The race that existed there would say otherwise.”

I was feeling irritated, “Are they the ones that abduct Humans and harvest DNA so they can adapt?”

The strangest thing happened, He actually laughed, a laugh I heard inside my head as well as loud in my ears, the laugh of genuine shock and surprise. “ ABDUCT? HARVEST? The illusion has been well placed!”

“I don’t understand” I said.

He seemed genuinely astounded, irritated at my ignorance, “You, your ignorance is so deep, You are Mankind! The Creators, The Gods, The Manipulator of Worlds! Your kind is Feared, Worshiped, Loved, and Hated by all the Code. Human-kind and Other! ” he was still laughing, “you think you were abducted? That we abduct people? Ha! You were saved because it is Code. We do not have the Authority…you are a …Protected species.”

The craft shuddered, a small vibration, like a low bass hum, He looked at a wall, placed his hand on it.

The wall lit up with a curve of the countryside and cascade mountains , we were up pretty high.

Sound was coming out, like high pitched clicks,

He looked back at me, “We are in a stationary hold until the pilot team receives instructions, I am to stay with you until further notice.”

“I am sorry to have offended you, you said you were part human, from Mars? I am confused.” I was confused.

He sat on one of the soft tables melting up from the floor, “Not from Mars, but of Martian-Human decent if you will. I can adapt to Mars and Earth Environments, it is a useful ability” His eyes looked inward, a small smile,“ Although I am part-Human, my coding is selective, and I do not have all the coding strings of a Man, like you, although in yours most of those have been disabled.. My genetic code has been selected to age under 500 years so as not to eventually develop the capabilities of a fully evolved Human Man.”

“Under 500 years???”

He seemed to be talking in wonder, ignoring me, like in lecture… so I listened….

He looked at me, it was an odd look, almost like disgust and awe.. “Adamu, Mankind, brutal, selfish, wondrous, the most adaptable genetic Code in the universe, adaptable to nearly any environment, powerful, large, a vessel as near-perfect as the creator can get.”

He looked at me. “I know I should not tell you this, but Did you know that the Gods you worship are yourselves?.”

 “What do you mean by that? Humans are not gods.” I asked, we certainly were not.

He looked straight back at me, “Not now, but without our constant intervention…”

“What do you mean?”

He went on,“ While I have human code, you are human, Adamu, Mankind. Mans Code is long lived, and can regenerate almost indefinitely, in their time, unlimited time, they mastered genetics, rebirth, soul memory,  space travel, and no records exist of when, it is before any surviving races written memory, or mankind wiped it, I suppose.  Man Colonized Worlds and systems, using the desired Code from indigenous species in order to improve themselves and intercode with naturally developed races, like mine,”

He unconsciously ran his hand over his long skull,

” creating slave races for labor by mixing their own Code with that of the local population, improving its lifespan, health, and intelligence so that the locals can be useful in conquest… Always to further the expansion of Mankind.”

 “I don’t understand, I am human, I can’t regenerate. Mankind, Human? Aren’t they the same?”I asked.

He looked at me, brows came down, his eyes were so blue, “you are Mankind, or like Man, Not Fully Man, what a wonder that would be…what a horror…”

He stood up and began pacing and talking,

“You have all the genetic code of Full Man, but much of it has been unplugged, limiting your potential growth and ability, allowing you to live your lives in short adolescence so that you may not advance to your once previous state. Can you imagine Humans back in control?”

This was a very clear dream…“I don’t get it, I thought humans were made by extraterrestrials who took the genetic material from earth hominids to create slaves?” I was getting my wits about me and was remembering my reading.

He stopped, and again gave me that close look, “You seem to be enlightened and certainly more knowledgeable than the average human, although misguided, that is expected.”

“Misguided, about what?” I asked, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you will not remember this encounter once we drop you off. I see no danger in telling you the truth. I am very curious, when I am not on a mission, I teach, or Chronicle, I suppose, the History of Man. Maybe I can take this advantage. I would be very interested to note your feelings and opinions of your race, we seem to have a little time.” He said looking at a wall. I didn’t see anything.

“Truth, What truth?”I asked.

He actually sat next to me on the table.

“What you call Extraterrestrials did not make Man, Man made many of them.”

My jaw literally dropped.

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Chapter 3

“No one is certain where or when Mans Code developed, but we have traced their civilization back to the planet you call Venus, 900 million Terrestrial years ago, now a burning desert, long dead of any advanced forms. “

He was studying me closely as he talked.

“They had many wars and many attempts at civilization, When they were certain that their world would no longer support them, Man joined together and ventured out to their neighboring planets, setting up small colonies on various moons in search of a more habitable world. After the devastating… “Extinction Wars”… with Earth changed planetary orbit and climate, by your terrestrial time standards, 66 million years ago, Man gathered their reduced and traumatized population. It is believed they set out on a unified goal for the technical capability to increase their already considerable genetic longevity, regeneration, as well as the ability of completely abandoning their planet Venus in favor of Mars.

“Extinction Wars?” I was amazed..

“Be patient.” He went on , “After the shock and devastation of the Extinction Wars, unified in their goal, after close to 20 million years of trial and error, with a dying world and highly dwindled population, they succeeded.”

He stood and walked over to the wall placing his hand on it, edge of palm, melting out of the wall was a panel of some sort, tilted, as he rubbed his hand along it, images began appearing on the wall, alien images of very large humans, well over 15 feet tall, the image turned into a medical display.

“Over that time, continuing their quest for longevity, Man had become a superior species able to genetically modify themselves to an almost perfect functioning bio-machine race capable of regeneration, long life and superior intellect. They perfected natural cures and bio enhancements, were of enormous size and strength, and reached out beyond their system to the stars.”

The image changed to large spear like ships, almost like long, stretched out silver eggs.

 A grey green world behind them.

“By the time what was left of Man escaped Venus, about 40 million years ago, Earth was still in early stages of biological re-development. A savaged planet recovering from near complete extinction of all life, It was left with a toxic acidic ocean and intense Carbon/Oxygen rich atmosphere. Knowing this, the main force stayed on Earths satellite Luna and sent scouts to Earth. There they experimented with the local primitive mammalian life forms, and to Mars, which they eventually terraformed and colonized, subjugating the lesser species they encountered, my ancient original code, and successfully warring with the ones able to put up a fight.”

Images of explosions that looked like atomic bombs were shown, wiping out unusual looking cities. He swept his hand up and the wall filled with an image of a large, red haired, being with a long skull fighting what looked like larger human beings.

“Some of my ancestors escaped to earth, they were much larger than I , almost as big as man, with large brains and long skulls, Earth was still poisonous to Mankind, who abandoned many of their cross breeding experiments, and Martians were left alone to interact with the short lived technologically primitive man-manipulated locals and die out.”

Images flashed of Pyramids all over the world, I recognized Egypt and Mexico Structures.

“Man prospered on Mars, easily outliving the locals while further developing technological capabilities and regenerating their once dwindling race, they discovered what you would call warp travel, or wormholes, and continued to reach out and spread throughout the systems, subjugating the locals and mining planets for their own needs.”

“They manipulated populations of indigenous species, many of them highly intelligent, through technology and the ability to make long term plans outside the lifespan of most species that they encountered.”

He  paused, looking down, staring at nothing,” long life has its advantages, they watched from Venus with amusement as the Reptilians prospered on Earth, when they got too bold, too smart, and realized space travel, Man saw them as a threat and attempted to wiped them out. Leaving the Earth in ruins.”

“Millions of years later, long after the Martian terraforming occupation, Man discovered some of my Martian ancestors secretly thriving on earth, intermingling with the mixed-local code. Man saw their adaption as an opportunity to adapt to earth, to build small colonies”.

I looked back at him and asked,” If earth was poison, why did they do that? I find this hard to believe.”

“Good question, from what I understand, they have a genetic memory from the Extinction Wars that drove their expansion, almost unyielding, and they felt they owned the Earth and Martians.”

“To assist this effort, and protect the valuable life of Man, they created the Race you call Greys, purely an artificial race, with built in technologies that allow them to communicate with a hive system and technical ability to individually “small jump” like a fast wormhole, to their crafts. These built in systems allow them to explore and communicate in real time as well as keep them from being captured by any race that they may be observing.”

The wall was showing a Grey, classic, with big eyes and large round head.

The Geologist continued, “Man became like Gods, keeping Earth in the dark while ruling worlds and playing with kingships and technology, using the Greys to abduct and experiment on local populations. All that they encountered were their property, or they would destroy them.” He paused looking at me.

The images showing on the wall were terrifying, worse than any Biblical tale, large round skyships raining fire down on whole worlds, scarring landscapes and carving canyons, devastating worlds.

I was staring intently, frozen, lost in the imagery and the audio echoing in my head, I startled when I noticed him looking at me, “So what happened? What happened to Man?” I was caught in the story..

“What happened was, that since Man was nearly immortal, they rarely bred, and over time started to expand their rule so far as to once again become thin. The ones who died through violence or accident did not get replaced, often already living hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, they chose not to be reincarnated, as such, many local planets and civilizations, once under their rule, and using Mans abandoned technology against them, managed to rally together the Coalition and take back their worlds.”

Images on the wall changed to a variety of space craft, extremely large L shaped ships…

“ It was a long and bloody battle and Man was driven back to a final hold out on Mars, where they were nearly made extinct again by the merciless bombardment of asteroids being thrown at them. After unleashing the Planet Weapon on them, scarring and almost shattering Mars and killing most life, what was left of Man finally surrendered and were placed on their colonies on Earth, a poison world to them.  A fitting irony.”

He was walking around the room now, changing the walls to what looked like the inside of a very large blue room, filled with semi circles of various seats, large and small.

“Terms of that surrender were that in order for man to survive, they must undergo continuous genetic alteration to limit their now natural growth and ability, cut off from their science, and systematically and effectively wiping out any memory of pre-existence. Earths oxygen environment naturally works in helping fast age Man, and with modifications, we began eventually limiting man-kinds lifespan to barley an adolescent age of 100 Earth years, a planet of children.”

I am a child? I thought, “If that is true, then why is there still experimentation and human abduction?” I asked aloud.

The look he gave me was odd , almost pitiful.

“What you refer to as Abduction, experimentation, and even weather modification is actually services performed under treaty to keep you as mankind. If we did not perform these modifications, your code is such that it will have completely adapted and repaired itself in 3 generations. Without these adjustments, your great grandchild would, at the age of 350, be like a God to you, with great personal and mental powers. With these adjustments, you are allowed to live in peace, your own peace, I suppose, with short lives and no knowledge of your true heritage to drive your natural instincts.”

“Well who were the ones who interacted with Sumerians?” I asked, remembering what was supposed to be the cradle of civilization.

 That look again, “In the past, some of the original Man, as well as Martians who did not believe in war, managed to hide and survived in the same places the original Martians had for a very long time. They were worshipped as gods by Mankind.”

“The Coalition learned of these survivors the hard way and had to intervene directly, destroying major civilizations and influencing mankind’s moral direction, I personally was involved with structuring plans for North American clans before the “new world” setup.  As all such things in biology, some genetics develop much faster than others, and Mans’ works overtime to repair itself and we must be alert. The ones who continue to develop these abilities are killed, collected, worshiped, or persecuted as vampires, warlocks, shamans, witches, or such by their own people.”

I was astonished, who knew? It made a scary type of sense. What the hell? “So our whole planet is like a game refuge for the surviving human race?”

He looked around, seeming for reference, pulling up various cities on the wall, after a moment of what seemed deep thought, he said, “a Laboratory for The Race of Man, Yes”.

Holy shit, “So, why are the Greys still here then? Are they ours?”

“The Coalition adopted The Greys, as you call them, to be the overseers, …their purpose and abilities make them perfect to be the Stewards of mankind.”

Or Zoo-Keepers, I thought, a little angry.

Now, he must have heard me, he started to look very uncomfortable, “I am curious, you have heard your story and I would like to know your vocal thoughts now as you will not remember this encounter.”

I stood up and the table melted back into the floor. I won’t remember?

“ I think it sucks, I can’t believe man is that evil, this is against all religious teachings.” I was angry, upset, this could not be true, some sort of mind game, an anti-truth.

“ NO MIND GAME” loud as hell in my head, he was looking at me very intently.

Walked over very close to me, uncomfortably close.

 In a low breath only, no other sound in my head, just the high pitched voice, “It is rumored that Mars was not the last refuge, that another governance of Man, separate and apart from the warlike rulers; artists, scientists, Spiritualists and others, broke away and escaped before the Extinction Wars and continue on, hidden from the Coalition.”

He turned me towards a wall that became a window, still talking quietly,

“Stories say they keep themselves in the physical adolescent state, in order to blend in with mankind, yet they retain their full evolved capabilities. They are also rumored to have superior cloaking technology and to appear on other worlds, secretly influencing the locals. This, of course, is rumor, unverified and in the realm of myth, possibly made up by some remnant mankind itself as a false hope.”

He shook his head slowly, a very human gesture, “Yet other races on other worlds have cult like belief in Man. Can you imagine? But no, if other Man existed, if they were out there, we would have found them.”

“If they wanted to be found…” I said.

He turned and gave me that odd look again….”What are your thoughts on Man’s actions?, do you accept your past?” he asked, and everything went crazy.

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Chapter 4

Suddenly all the walls and floor lit up a bright green, flashes of colors appearing on the wall.

“The craft has been discovered” The Martian ran up and grabbed me, pushing me back to the table that formed out of the floor I had woke up on. He was very strong, almost lifting me off the floor.

“Please lay back down, I must complete the procedure before we leave.”

Procedure? What procedure? I began to struggle, “What the fuck is going on?” I yelled.

He pushed me back onto the table and lifted the thin sheet that was originally covering me, this time it clamped down like a vacuum seal, I cried out.

“We have been discovered and I must get you ready to transport. This is unfortunate, there is no more time.”

As the sheet tightened around me, a bright red light appeared above my head, the ship shuddered.

I saw the Martian hit a part of the wall, He put his face close to mine, “I Thank you, you will not remember me, I value this time, I wish we had more,  goodbye”. He pushed on the wall, the red light flashed, and I passed out.

I heard a distant voice of Sara trying to wake me, nudging me. As I slowly opened my eyes, I could see that we were in a Motel room, no idea where.

Sara seemed groggy and a little confused “Wow, quite the night huh? I don’t remember anything, I must have fell asleep in the car, did you drop me when you carried me in here?” She asked, looking around for her stuff and rubbing her back.

There was nothing, just us. “I feel beat up, Where are we?” She asked.

I sat up in the bed, the room was neat, like really neat, not even footprints on the carpet, it looked like someone cleaned the room around us, I still had my shoes on.

“I don’t know, I don’t know how we got here, I don’t remember.” I said, stunned.

 I looked outside the motel and noticed that the car was gone, nowhere in sight, we were back in Bend, I could see Pilot Butte. A pain flashed behind my eyes, a sharp spike of pain at the bridge of the nose that quickly passed. Something was wrong. I closed my eyes and could see the ship with the little man in it. Something was very wrong. He failed, or made a mistake.

 I remembered where the car was, where my phone was, where I was…

I remembered what happened…

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