by Adam Moon
Sequence
Adam Moon
Sequence copyright Adam Moon 2013
All rights reserved
Contents
Copyright
Earth Orbit
Earth
Uninvited Guest
Abduction
Final Cleanse
Mechanized Monsters
Gene Thieves
Stasis
Strange Roommates
Reptilian
Serendipity
Dead Planet
Samda
Snatch and Grab
Last of her Kind
Questioning the
Mission
The Gray
Escapee
Retreat
Bump and Run
Irate Captain
Surprise!
Full Scale Attack
Number Three
Last Resort
Transfer
Bay
Mechanical Man
Warfare
Job Offer
Another Gray
Anger Issues
Attitude
No More Mr. Nice Guy
Topsy-Turvy
Dinner Time
Suspicions
Walkabout
Captain’s Rules
Mission
Accomplished
Outpost Planet Eight
Initial Descent
The Whole, Ugly Truth
A Secret Revealed
Apprehension
Robot Samda
Worried About Nothing
Cargo
The False God
Overdue
Reunion
Barracks
Planning Escape
Snitch
The Grand Experiment
Evil
Man of Action
Jubilation
Always a Catch
Homeward
Earth Orbit
Robot Captain
Chris
Hope
Life Swapping
Farewell
An Adventure
Outpost Planet Eight
Forgiveness
Flesh
Earth Orbit
The first mate argued with his captain, “We don’t know if these creatures are advanced enough yet to include in the experiment. I say we skip this planet.”
The captain shook his head. “We’ve come too far to get lazy. You know what’ll happen if we come back short.”
The first mate turned away in disgust. “Okay then. Let’s check them out.”
“Get the ship below their cloud cover and we’ll take a quick look. If they’re still unevolved, then we’ll pass it over. But if I’m right, we’ll follow protocol.”
“Yes sir.”
Earth
Chris Mathers was just getting done mowing the lawn. His live-in girlfriend of the past two years, Megan, was pulling weeds along the cyclone fencing as he parked the push-mower inside the garage.
He hated mowing the lawn, which was why it was always such a chore. The grass was always up to his ankles by the time he got around to it, clogging up the damn mower every few minutes. He was content in the knowledge that it would be another two or three weeks before he’d be touching anything green in the yard again.
Chris was twenty-eight and as irresponsible as a teenager. But he was fine with that. He enjoyed taking each day as it came, avoiding chores, and generally just skating through life.
His girlfriend hated his attitude enough to have cheated on him on at least three occasions, searching in vain for a better suitor.
He didn’t care about that either, much. He’d loved her when they’d moved in together, but now they just tolerated each other. Chris was too lazy to start the fight that would end it all and his girlfriend was too cowardly to end it without having an escape plan. It was a bad way to coexist, but they made it work somehow.
The fact that they both had awful, low-paying jobs meant there was no escape from each other just yet. Together, they barely got by, but that was better than the alternative.
In short, they were losers apart and mildly successful but miserable together. They weren't exactly a winning combination but Chris was fine with that.
Their friends Dave and Jackie walked up the driveway and shouted for them from the other side of the gate. They were early for a night of beers and cards. Chris enjoyed Jackie’s company, but mostly because she was gorgeous. Dave was cool too. They were a perfect match, and for some unknown reason, they enjoyed Chris and Megan’s company as well.
Chris opened the gate and let them in the backyard. Megan stood up and dusted herself off quickly to try and present herself in the best possible way to Dave. She flirted with him whenever Jackie was out of earshot, although Dave had never reciprocated. But that didn’t stop Megan from doing what she did best.
Dave held up two twelve packs of beer and said, “There’s another twelve-pack in the car if we run out.”
Chris shrugged. “I still have half a keg in the basement. I think we’re all set for a long night.”
Jackie flicked a stray hair from her face. “I think we should up the stakes this time. I’m sick of these penny ante rules.”
She was referring to their poker rules. Chris would have done anything to have a strip-poker game with Jackie, but that would be inappropriate. Because of the way Megan had treated him over the past year, and because Jackie was so damn hot, he’d had fantasies about her, despite the fact that he knew there was no way to make them a reality. He also knew it made him a bad friend to Dave. He doubted Megan had the same reservations regarding her attraction to Dave. Megan only cared about herself.
Before anyone had a chance to vote yes or no to upping the ante, something strange happened.
Uninvited Guest
The sky darkened like an unannounced total eclipse had showed up to the party.
Good, thought Chris. No sun meant no grass growth.
Megan said, “What the fuck’s up with the sun? Is a storm coming?”
Chris looked up and shook his head. “That’s no storm. If I’m not mistaken, it looks like the end of the world.”
Megan scowled. “You’re always so dramatic.” Then she looked up and said, “Oh fuck. Oh shit. What do we do?”
Jackie was wide-eyed in awe. She said, “We can only hope that they’re friendly.”
Megan was starting to hyperventilate. “That thing does not look friendly.”
She was right. It looked like a flying warehouse, but seamless and pitch black. It looked like a harbinger of death.
It floated in the stratosphere like it belonged there. Then a lot of nothing happened as everyone witnessing its arrival went haywire.
This was the world’s first contact with an alien ship, and it had taken them by surprise.
Chris grabbed Megan and they rushed into the house, followed by Dave and Jackie. Chris knew it was a dumb move, but it was instinctive. If that blocky spaceship wanted them dead, their two story wooden house wasn’t going to protect them.
Then, all at once, he and Megan, Dave and Jackie grabbed their ears as a voice came to them from within their own heads. It had inflection but it rose and fell in all the wrong spots. It had a sing-song quality to it.
It said in perfect English, “We need one apex animal from this planet. The apex animals are you humans. We will give you one minute to decide who we are taking with us. When that minute expires, we will choose for you.”
The voice was now suddenly absent and Chris let out a long breath.
Megan let go of her head and said, “This can’t be real.”
Jackie looked at Dave and exclaimed, “”This is amazing. This is historic. Can you believe it?”
Dave smiled a big dopey grin but h
e remained silent, lost in his own imagination.
Chris said quietly, “Just lay low until it goes away. Some dork will volunteer to go with them before—”
Jackie interrupted, “I’m the dork you’re talking about. Dave is too. We’ve spent countless hours discussing first contact.”
Dave said to her, “We should volunteer to go.”
“Only if we can go together. Imagine the things we would see.”
It caught Chris by surprise. He had no idea they felt that way. Then again, he used to have similar flights of fancy before Megan came along and sapped all the enthusiasm from his bones.
Megan glowered at Dave and Jackie but it didn’t dampen their spirits. “You can’t be serious. Why would you want to volunteer for something like that?”
Chris didn’t let them answer. He interrupted with, “Shit, if I’d been asked a few years ago, before I met you, I would’ve said yes to them. Can you imagine the bizarre stuff you’d get to see?”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope. I would’ve looked right up at that big block and said, ‘Take me with you.’”
Chris felt a shudder in his bones and his vision went wonky.
The first thing he noticed was that he was no longer inside his house, but in a dark room. Everything about it was alien. Only then did he put two and two together, and realized he was onboard the spaceship.
He muttered to himself, “You god damn dumbass.”
Abduction
He started to gag, but then he heard a hissing noise, and within a few seconds the air became cleaner, more palatable. The four walls of the room were bare and dark, like a jail cell.
He yelled, “I didn’t mean it. Send me back.”
That same melodic voice came from within his head: “If you made a mistake, it’s too late to take it back. We’re at the other end of the galaxy now.”
“That’s impossible. That would require faster than light travel.” He knew that light speed was the cosmological speed limit because he watched the Science Channel whenever Megan wasn’t hogging the TV. He also knew how silly it was of him to argue with an advanced alien being about science and its limits.
The voice ignored him. “Take the pills you’re about to get. You will then expel your waste.”
A drawer opened in one of the walls and when Chris approached it, he saw three pills and a worm-like metallic rod. “What are the pills for?”
“They’ll destroy any parasites and bacteria within you. We cannot allow you to contaminate this ship with uninvited guests.”
Chris handled the pills like they were miniature bombs. He hated to put anything in his body without knowing what it was, but when the voice added, “If you don’t take the pills we can’t let you out of that room,” he swallowed them all down at once. He had to get off of this ship and get home, and that would be impossible if he was trapped inside the room.
Then the voice continued, “The translator must be inserted into your mouth now.”
“It’s too long. I’ll choke.”
The silence said it all. If he didn’t do as told, he wasn’t getting out.
He gingerly picked it up and rolled it between thumb and forefinger. It was slick to the touch and had almost no weight. He put it towards his mouth and the thing came alive. It slipped out of his grasp and shot in between his lips before he could close them. Then it melted like chocolate and sealed his throat.
He panicked. He looked around the room with wide beseeching eyes, hoping for some type of alien intervention. Then the melted rod ran upwards into his nose, burning his mucous membranes, and downwards into his lungs, tickling his bronchial tubes as it seeped inside of him.
His brain screamed out in terror and confusion for a second and then everything went back to normal.
He put a palm on the dark wall to steady himself. He was trembling uncontrollably.
The voice returned. “You can now speak to and understand every life form on this vessel. The apparatus also acts as a breather so you can survive in our environment with few ill-effects.”
“Can I come out yet?” His voice was tinged with hope, but also fear. He had a feeling that what awaited him beyond that door would blow his mind. His heart filled with dread at the realization that his fate was in alien hands.
“You must first expel your waste so that we’re sure the pills have destroyed the contaminants you brought with you.”
“Where should I do it?” He was relieved they wanted him to defecate. He’d had an overwhelming urge to crap his pants ever since they’d abducted him.
“On the floor is fine.”
“Don’t watch,” he said as his stomach began to rumble.
Final Cleanse
The drawer in the wall closed and then opened once again. Inside was a damp white cloth. It shimmered with hints of silver and it was lighter than it looked. He didn’t need to ask what it was for. He quickly wiped and tossed it at his feet.
He pulled his pants up and said, “Let me out now.”
“We’re checking your waste. We’ll let you out when we’re sure you’ve purged everything. Stand still while we cleanse your extremities.”
Before he could ask what the hell that meant, a harsh gust of air blew over him from every direction and a light lit him up from all around the room. His black hair was swirling in front of his face so fast that he almost went dizzy.
Then a door opened up to a brightly lit corridor. The light was blue and the walls were white and smooth. It didn’t look too alien at all. It looked like every hospital he’d ever visited. Then he had to fight off the image of being anally probed. If it was a hospital or lab, that might still happen, or worse.
He didn’t want that to happen to him, but he had the unsettling feeling that these aliens, whoever they were, would do whatever they wanted to do to him and there wouldn’t be much he could do to stop them.
The voice instructed him to walk the length of the corridor to be sure all contaminants were removed. As he took his first step out of the room, the corridor lights flashed on and off like strobes, making audible clicks, nearly blinding him. He could only assume the lights were UV, or something that would kill off whatever leftover bacteria he might have on his skin and in his hair and on his clothing.
After he’d walked about a dozen steps, a flood of warm, clear liquid dropped on him from overhead.
He flinched and said out loud, “Warn me next time you do something like that.”
“No.”
The liquid smelled sterile, like a detergent, so he assumed it was also supposed to help clean him of foreign contaminants. He wondered why these aliens were such germaphobes.
He made it to the end of the corridor without any more surprises. There was a single door at the end. He waited for it to open and after a few seconds it finally did.
What he saw inside made him want to run away and find a nice dark hiding place.
Mechanized Monsters
A robotic monstrosity fourteen feet tall and six feet wide approached Chris quickly and grabbed him by the throat. It lifted him a foot into the air as he clawed at its metal arm.
But instead of squeezing his head right off, it looked him over with its single centered eye. An array of laser light washed over his body from a source somewhere on the robots abdomen and the eye swam all over his figure before it dropped him to his feet.
It said, “You’ve been adequately purged. Welcome aboard. What should I call you?”
Chris rubbed his raw throat and thought about telling the robot to get fucked.
Instead he said, “I’m Chris. What should I call you?”
“Just call me captain.”
The robot was strangely humanoid in that it was bipedal. It had a head on top and two legs on the bottom. But it also had tentacle-like arms that jutted out over every square inch of its trunk, front and back, and from neck to waist. The tentacles were of various lengths, but they averaged about four feet long and half a foot wide. Its voice, instead of coming a
t him from within his own head, now issued forth from a circular membrane on its metallic neck.
Chris’ mind was reeling in utter terror but he managed to keep the horror from his features.
The captain noticed Chris looking him over so it explained: “I am not a life form like you. I am a mechanized unit with a living consciousness uploaded into it. My real body is in stasis back on an outpost world. My mind is here.”
“Okay.”
“Let me show you around before I put you into stasis.”
“I don’t want to go into stasis,” he yelped, suddenly more afraid than ever. Why should he have to go into stasis anyway?
“I don’t care what you want. You volunteered for this, remember?”
“No I didn’t. You misunderstood me.”
“I still don’t care. Come with me.”
This was unfair. There were others who would have jumped at the chance to be aboard this ship. Dave and Jackie had voiced exactly that. So why did he draw the short straw?
Chris noticed three other mechanized units behind the captain, all staring at him like he might be a threat. That scared him more than the thought of being put into stasis against his will.
Gene Thieves
The mechanical monstrosity showed him a holographic monitor that displayed a star, up close, shining a brilliant white and filling the entire screen.
The captain said, by way of an explanation: “The fourth planet from this star has sentient life. We will introduce ourselves as soon as we translate their language and catalogue it.”
“Are you going to abduct one of them too?”
“Yes, if no volunteers come forth.”
“But why?”
“We need their genetic material.”
“Then why don’t you just take a sample? Why do you have to take the whole creature?” He was mostly referring to himself.
“A sample can become lost or it can deteriorate or it might not be pure. An entire creature can give an almost endless supply of DNA so long as it’s kept alive. That’s also why we make sure to rid our passengers of all foreign microbes and bacteria. A corrupt sample could ruin everything.”
