Alien Captive Recording Bank
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aaaaaaaagh_sky"Yes, yes, I understand! I've seen the others. I'll do what you want. This is Doctor Morrison Rand, Professor of Anthropological Archaeology at Banfield College, Humboldt, Oregon. Shortly after 10:00 p.m., on August 16, 2041, as I was leaving the college campus, headed to my car, I saw a blinding light. It just... appeared. In the sky, directly over me. I was blinded. I also found my body completely immobilized. I couldn't move, not at all. What happened next is... hazy. I don't remember much. But what became clear later - what is certainly clear now - is that I was abducted. I am now the captive of an alien race, one of many people held here, against our will. And, like those others, I am recording who I am.
"Why? Because the aliens want us to, for some reason. They have us do it right before they put us into some kind of... suspended animation. These recordings... It's almost as if we're creating our own library catalog entries, before we get put into a giant collection. The entire experience would be fascinating if I weren't so completely terrified.
"What? Stop? You want me to stop now. All right! All right, see? I'm stopping..."
"What? Talk into this thing? Just... talk? I don't have to do anything else? Ow! All right! *Zap!* Ow! I said all right! Just stop!
"Good day. Um... good day, I think. My name is Andrew Endicott. On the night of May 17th, the year our Lord 1697, I was... I was taken. From my home in Salem Village. I... I do not know where I am, exactly, or why I came to be here. I have seen, through... windows... the stars, and sun, and beloved Earth. Down there, below me. So it would seem I am aboard some vessel, suspended in the ether. Ironically, it would seem, so close to where I thought Heaven must surely lie.
"But this is not Heaven. And my captors are not angels. I am not entirely unconvinced that the scripture is wrong. That Heaven and Hell are reversed. For my captives are devils. Demons from my nightmares. Even now they watch me, make me talk. They seem to want me to tell my story. I know not why. A record of their deeds, perhaps? Or am I just a pawn in some... some evil game.
And there are others. Other... captives, I mean. From whence they came I cannot say. Some wear strange dress, as if they are from... a different time. And some are... frozen! As in ice! Unmoving! But, I think... alive. I believe they plan the same fate for me. Will I be frozen, too? Will I...
"Ow! Stop it! I did what you said! You wanted me to talk, so I talked! Just leave me! Leave me be!"
"Where am I? Where's my sister? I can hear some weird noises, but I can't see you. Why is it so dark in here? What's this machine? Please... someone talk to me! I want to go home! Please! Where's my mommy and daddy?! I just want to go home!
"OW! That's bright! Ugh... wait... what... OH MY GOD! NOOOOOOO! Stay away from me! GET AWAY!"
"Oh man I've seen this on TV...... You're going to eat me, aren't you? I'm like sort of delicacy on your planet right? RIGHT? Well I hope you choke! I hope you stuff your stupid little green faces and choke to death! Unless this is like the other show where I get put in to some sort of weird alien zoo... that might be ok..... "
"Hello, Mr. Alien. Yeah, I know... I'll talk into the thing. I don't know why you brought me back here. We've done this a whole bunch of.... Hey! Giddyup Buttercup! Wow! I always wanted one of those!... Why do you have one? I don't understand... What do you want? It's a toy. A TOY. Why are you so excited? You're weird."
"Oh man... what did you... why can't I feel my arms... wait... are those... are those MY ARMS? WHAT DID YOU DO? OH GOD, PUT THEM BACK! PUT THEM BACK ON!"
"Oh! I see! Like a tape recorder, right? You just want me to talk? I can do that, certainly.
Hello there! I'm Madeline Wallace. Of the Cincinnati Wallaces? Well, I... I'm here, on this rocket ship. I'm with the strange men, the space men. The ones who brought me here. My entire family is onboard, actually. My husband, Roy, daughter Margaret, and my son Arthur, as well. Oh, you should see Arthur! He's so excited. He says this is much better than the things they show on Captain Cosmos. And I have to say - I agree! Everything is just so... fantastical! I can only hope our hosts have been talking with Uncle Sam. Because with these doohickeys, we'd have the Reds beat in no time!
"Hmmm? I'm terribly sorry, sir. I'm doing my best. I really don't know what you want me to say.
Whomever will listen to this recording, I would just like to state that if you find yourself in the same boat as the Wallaces, don't be afraid. I'm not entirely sure what our hosts want, but the situation has been entirely acceptable. We have been treated fairly. Anyway, the space man is waving his little electrical stick thingy, so I think I'm done. Goodbye!"
"Oh God, what are you doing to me? What's that thing? Get it out of me! Ahhh.... that hurts... oh, please... stop... no.... "
"Just wait until I tell Marsha and Karen about this! Imagine... I'm actually on a SPACEship!
"Oh, they're pointing at... oh, talk in to this? What is this? Is this the space phone? Hey Marsh, this is Janet, you will NEVER guess where I am. Never. Ohhhhh... I wish I could hear you but I'll just tell you. I'M IN SPACE! I was driving along the highway when there was this light... and suddenly, I'm on this real spaceship! No joke! Now all these little green men are making all these noises and pointing at stuff trying to talk to me! I bet I'm the first one they've met! So I figure I'll talk with them a while, then I'll join you later and I can tell you all about it over lunch! Oh, if I only had my camera. Well, they're pointing at some table with all sorts of gizmos sticking out of it. Gotta go! Kisses! "
"I can't feel my legs... what did you do to my legs... Frank? I can't see you... Frank? Frank! What did they do to you?! .... Aaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!!"
"What? What the fuck is this thing? Ya got some kind of Martian sex machine, you sick fuck? Uh uh. No way- Ahh! God DAMNIT! Fuckin' crazy-ass Moon Man! Go ahead! Do your worst!
"Gaaaaahh!! Jesus H! Do you not get it, space cadet? I. Do. Not. Fucking. Understand. What. You. Want. Me. To. Do! ... This thing? This? What? Talk? I AM talking! What do you want me to say?! Blah blah blah, yakkety yakkety! That all you assholes can say?! Space men with all this science, and you can't even speak fuckin' English?
"Okay, how's about this. My name is Vin. I am on a fucking UFO. I'm from Flatbush, and I want to get home. Can I get a taxi, please? How's that? Huh? That work for ya, starstruck? What? Don't you raise that fuckin' thing to me again... Oh, you gonna hit me again? Is that... Agggghhhhh!! Sonofa... Why don't you go back to Uranus, huh? Ha ha ha *ZAP* Agggh!"
"This is my final message. If this doesn't work, I hope someone gets this recording and can bring it back to Earth. I've been able to figure out how to use some of the alien devices, like this recorder, and I think I know what they want with our world.
"They mean to take as many of us as they can and change us into... some sort of abomination. Many have been killed because of their experiments. They've been keeping us in cells, and then moving us one by one to their experimentation labs. I've managed to escape, but they are looking for me.
"You've got to send help up here. As far as I can tell, they're never going to stop until they've captured hundreds... maybe thousands of us. The good news is that they're totally reliant on technology. Without it, they're no tougher than you or I. A small, well-equipped force could take this ship and free all of the prisoners on board. That's your best chance.
"I've got to keep moving, so I need to hide this tape. Good luck to all of us, and godspeed."
"Why? Because the aliens want us to, for some reason. They have us do it right before they put us into some kind of... suspended animation. These recordings... It's almost as if we're creating our own library catalog entries, before we get put into a giant collection. The entire experience would be fascinating if I weren't so completely terrified.
"What? Stop? You want me to stop now. All right! All right, see? I'm stopping..."
"What? Talk into this thing? Just... talk? I don't have to do anything else? Ow! All right! *Zap!* Ow! I said all right! Just stop!
"Good day. Um... good day, I think. My name is Andrew Endicott. On the night of May 17th, the year our Lord 1697, I was... I was taken. From my home in Salem Village. I... I do not know where I am, exactly, or why I came to be here. I have seen, through... windows... the stars, and sun, and beloved Earth. Down there, below me. So it would seem I am aboard some vessel, suspended in the ether. Ironically, it would seem, so close to where I thought Heaven must surely lie.
"But this is not Heaven. And my captors are not angels. I am not entirely unconvinced that the scripture is wrong. That Heaven and Hell are reversed. For my captives are devils. Demons from my nightmares. Even now they watch me, make me talk. They seem to want me to tell my story. I know not why. A record of their deeds, perhaps? Or am I just a pawn in some... some evil game.
And there are others. Other... captives, I mean. From whence they came I cannot say. Some wear strange dress, as if they are from... a different time. And some are... frozen! As in ice! Unmoving! But, I think... alive. I believe they plan the same fate for me. Will I be frozen, too? Will I...
"Ow! Stop it! I did what you said! You wanted me to talk, so I talked! Just leave me! Leave me be!"
"Where am I? Where's my sister? I can hear some weird noises, but I can't see you. Why is it so dark in here? What's this machine? Please... someone talk to me! I want to go home! Please! Where's my mommy and daddy?! I just want to go home!
"OW! That's bright! Ugh... wait... what... OH MY GOD! NOOOOOOO! Stay away from me! GET AWAY!"
"Oh man I've seen this on TV...... You're going to eat me, aren't you? I'm like sort of delicacy on your planet right? RIGHT? Well I hope you choke! I hope you stuff your stupid little green faces and choke to death! Unless this is like the other show where I get put in to some sort of weird alien zoo... that might be ok..... "
"Hello, Mr. Alien. Yeah, I know... I'll talk into the thing. I don't know why you brought me back here. We've done this a whole bunch of.... Hey! Giddyup Buttercup! Wow! I always wanted one of those!... Why do you have one? I don't understand... What do you want? It's a toy. A TOY. Why are you so excited? You're weird."
"Oh man... what did you... why can't I feel my arms... wait... are those... are those MY ARMS? WHAT DID YOU DO? OH GOD, PUT THEM BACK! PUT THEM BACK ON!"
"Oh! I see! Like a tape recorder, right? You just want me to talk? I can do that, certainly.
Hello there! I'm Madeline Wallace. Of the Cincinnati Wallaces? Well, I... I'm here, on this rocket ship. I'm with the strange men, the space men. The ones who brought me here. My entire family is onboard, actually. My husband, Roy, daughter Margaret, and my son Arthur, as well. Oh, you should see Arthur! He's so excited. He says this is much better than the things they show on Captain Cosmos. And I have to say - I agree! Everything is just so... fantastical! I can only hope our hosts have been talking with Uncle Sam. Because with these doohickeys, we'd have the Reds beat in no time!
"Hmmm? I'm terribly sorry, sir. I'm doing my best. I really don't know what you want me to say.
Whomever will listen to this recording, I would just like to state that if you find yourself in the same boat as the Wallaces, don't be afraid. I'm not entirely sure what our hosts want, but the situation has been entirely acceptable. We have been treated fairly. Anyway, the space man is waving his little electrical stick thingy, so I think I'm done. Goodbye!"
"Oh God, what are you doing to me? What's that thing? Get it out of me! Ahhh.... that hurts... oh, please... stop... no.... "
"Just wait until I tell Marsha and Karen about this! Imagine... I'm actually on a SPACEship!
"Oh, they're pointing at... oh, talk in to this? What is this? Is this the space phone? Hey Marsh, this is Janet, you will NEVER guess where I am. Never. Ohhhhh... I wish I could hear you but I'll just tell you. I'M IN SPACE! I was driving along the highway when there was this light... and suddenly, I'm on this real spaceship! No joke! Now all these little green men are making all these noises and pointing at stuff trying to talk to me! I bet I'm the first one they've met! So I figure I'll talk with them a while, then I'll join you later and I can tell you all about it over lunch! Oh, if I only had my camera. Well, they're pointing at some table with all sorts of gizmos sticking out of it. Gotta go! Kisses! "
"I can't feel my legs... what did you do to my legs... Frank? I can't see you... Frank? Frank! What did they do to you?! .... Aaaaaghhhhhhhhhh!!"
"What? What the fuck is this thing? Ya got some kind of Martian sex machine, you sick fuck? Uh uh. No way- Ahh! God DAMNIT! Fuckin' crazy-ass Moon Man! Go ahead! Do your worst!
"Gaaaaahh!! Jesus H! Do you not get it, space cadet? I. Do. Not. Fucking. Understand. What. You. Want. Me. To. Do! ... This thing? This? What? Talk? I AM talking! What do you want me to say?! Blah blah blah, yakkety yakkety! That all you assholes can say?! Space men with all this science, and you can't even speak fuckin' English?
"Okay, how's about this. My name is Vin. I am on a fucking UFO. I'm from Flatbush, and I want to get home. Can I get a taxi, please? How's that? Huh? That work for ya, starstruck? What? Don't you raise that fuckin' thing to me again... Oh, you gonna hit me again? Is that... Agggghhhhh!! Sonofa... Why don't you go back to Uranus, huh? Ha ha ha *ZAP* Agggh!"
"This is my final message. If this doesn't work, I hope someone gets this recording and can bring it back to Earth. I've been able to figure out how to use some of the alien devices, like this recorder, and I think I know what they want with our world.
"They mean to take as many of us as they can and change us into... some sort of abomination. Many have been killed because of their experiments. They've been keeping us in cells, and then moving us one by one to their experimentation labs. I've managed to escape, but they are looking for me.
"You've got to send help up here. As far as I can tell, they're never going to stop until they've captured hundreds... maybe thousands of us. The good news is that they're totally reliant on technology. Without it, they're no tougher than you or I. A small, well-equipped force could take this ship and free all of the prisoners on board. That's your best chance.
"I've got to keep moving, so I need to hide this tape. Good luck to all of us, and godspeed."