After the guards had dragged the gel-bed I was lying on out of the room they turned right at the beginning of the hallway and followed the team of slug-scientists which had halted waiting for us a few meters ahead. After the guards dragging the hovering bed+me to the scientists, they all began moving forward.

The hallway is made of the same material as the room I woke up in, sleek-looking metal, with indents along the way signifying doors. Seems as though there are many rooms along this hallway, could we be in the center of the ship?

The hallway seems to just go on and on, we have already been moving for 3-4 minutes. Contrary to appearance, these Slug-like aliens are actually quite fast.

Ah wait, the elder one from the scientist group is sweating more than before, and the other two are also looking rather weary. Could it be that they are not that physically strong? Nah, the guards look perfectly fine, the scientists must just have crap physiques.

Well, even if their physiques were worse than currently, they still wouldn’t be as physically unfit as me. Just walking 100 meters can drain me totally, even to the point of blacking out. And that is WITH support.

Did i mention my body being crap?

Anyway, it would appear as though we have arrived at our destination. We are standing before a very large door. Now, the normal doors are 3x2 meters, this one though is 4x6. Moreover, it is a massive bulkhead door, seeming impenetrable and strong beyond belief.

The elderly scientist at the front looked back and motioned at the guard with the medals. The guard nodded and moved forward to the left side of the door. The wrinkly scientist moved to the right side of the bulkhead door, and at the exact same time as the guard, put their hands on a pad. At this time, I noticed that the Aliens only had 3.5 fingers. The 0.5 comes from the fact that one of their fingers seem to be made of 2 fingers that have slowly begun melding together. It is rather odd, because it seems as though the pad was designated for 4 separated fingers, so their hands does not actually fit that well in the pad.

Immediately after that, a few beeps are heard and the massive bulkhead begins opening. Though my head movement is currently rather restricted, i am more than able to gawk at the sight before me. We have entered a colossal room. It is easily a 100 meters in diameter, circular in construction, with tens of meters to the ceiling. The roof appears to be dome-shaped. Well, it is kinda hard to see, considering the massive apparatus hanging from the ceiling.

How to describe it? Well, first, how the device is connected to the ceiling. It seems to be molded into the ceiling, if that makes any sense. Multiple large wires are also extending out of the device into other pieces of equipment in the room. The structures of the device looks kinda like an upside-down snowman, 3 ball-like structures connected to each other with increasing size the closer to the ceiling they are.

The device was hanging above a raised platform, circular like my bed, yet slightly larger, a few meter more in diameter. Above the platform, the massive device ended in a claw-like structure with some crystals attached to each “talon” (The claw is made of 4 talons) as well as a MUCH larger crystal in the middle of the claw.

Around the room there were windows. Behind the windows were multiple Aliens carefully observing the small group as they made their way towards the platform. There were a few other science-like guys in the room other than the ones in my escort group, but they were pretty much absorbed in whatever they were doing.

The aliens dragged me to the platform and lowered the bed back to the ground again after clicking on the bed’s hologram. I am still thoroughly restrained on the bed and hardly capable of even moving head a bit. The 3 scientist move closer and adjust my head and the bed while also checking something on some holopads they picked up from somewhere.

*Sigh*. It really seems as though I am about to be prodded. Moreover, by such a rough tool like a claw.

Don’t know if the elder scientist picked up on my distress, but it looked at me and made something that looked like a smile, though exceptionally ugly and radiating maliciousness. At that smile, i felt a hard shiver move down my spine and i began sweating a river of cold sweat.

The creepy elder then turned around and made some loud sounds, seemingly trying to gather the attention of everyone. He was quite successful as every scientist in the room, the guards, and the spectators outside the windows were all looking at him.

Wait a sec, among the spectators there are actually small groups of other aliens. They look too different from the Slugs to be from the same species. There are some truly monstrous looking fellows in one corner, some rather beautiful blue human-like people in another. The one thing they have in common are black chokers around their necks.

Slaves.

Well, humanity is now certainly and absolutely f*cked beyond any doubt.

Oh, right, I don’t think i have the ability to worry about the rest of humanity at the current time. While I have been thinking, the creepy elder scientist has been “talking” non-stop and given the piteous looks the “slaves” are giving me, i don’t really think i am going to survive.

As I think that, the massive machine above the burst to live, with intricate designs on it sparkling into existence. The gems on the claw also start glowing and the claw itself is slowly beginning to move. It first seemed to scan my body, and then began to move towards my head (fortunately). Each of claws clamped onto my head to keep it completely still. The gems that were attached felt slightly warm, almost the same warmth from being touched by a living being, yet distant as well. The main gem at the middle of the claw positioned itself directly above my forehead and began glowing and whirring.

The glowing and whirring continued to rise in intensity, and suddenly it felt as though the claws were burning me. Due to the pain i groaned in dismay. My pain-filled life has given me a certain level of pain-resistance but this felt different. Like a headache, combined with physical pain and something else. As the light became more intense, so did the pain, turning the groans into hoarse shouts and shrill screams. Out of the corner of my tear-filled eyes i saw some of the new aliens turn their heads away while the slug aliens were apparently enjoying the show. Hateful bastards.

I then noticed something. It was kinda hard to tell considering that my limbs are submerged in goo, but i have lost complete control of my limbs, and the numbness / lack of control is extending up towards my head. Moreover, a small ball of light has materialized above my face, and small tendrils are extending from the gems on the “talons” towards it, feeding it. As the ball grow bigger and bigger, i begin losing more and more control over myself.

Could that little orb perhaps be, my soul? It emits a very familiar feeling, as though it has always been near yet never close or seen. It kinda feels as though it is a part of me though. I am trying to figure out what is happening to me, when i notice that i am not just losing control over my body. My mind is also becoming more sluggish and a strange weariness and tiredness descend over me.

Is this how i die? Not due to sickness, abuse, injury or old age, but because Aliens picked me up from Earth and extracted my soul. I can honestly say that this kind of death has never crossed my mind. I have actually watched my fair share of “Epicfails” and “Weird ways to die” videos, but i think this may just take the cake.

Oh well, other than the pain. it seems as though.. this way of…. passing is relatively.. peaceful….

Ah.. well.. hope.. my next life.. will allow me.. to… explore… more………………

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