by Lewis, Anna
The smiles upon their faces were a result of not only their destructive force, but of recent news brought to them by an inside source. The message read, “They have a cyborg who is strong and swift. We can utilize him along with the scientists to create an indestructible army.”
An informant for the Vihatagons had been spying on the poor Trevor and reported back to the species about his abilities. This caught their interest and they discussed among themselves what kind of plan they could put in place to capture the creature. Surely his body would provide the perfect template for the scientists to dissect in order to recreate his modifications for future use. An army of cyborgs would be perfect for sending out into the universe. They would be able to conquer the entirety of existence within a few short years with such weapons at their disposal.
“We could make millions!” cried one of the gurgling, hacking creatures.
“An enviable force,” commented another.
The captain raised a deformed arm up to his chin – or whatever it was – and stroked it pensively. He considered the plan they were formulating, noting that the cyborg might be more vulnerable while in space. Had he been equipped with an oxygen device? There was no telling.
“We shall proceed with the plan as established,” said the captain. “That will lead the cyborg straight into our arms and we shall reap the benefit of his arrival.”
“But how will he come to us?” asked the smaller of the three.
“By tempting him with something he loves,” replied the captain.
“What does he love?” asked the other.
“Humans,” said the captain flatly. “He loves his humans. Look at the way he fights. Only a cyborg dedicated to his species would respond in such a way.”
The three were glued to the monitor that was recording Trevor’s valiant actions, watching as he flipped around and disassembled drones all over the field. They gurgled and spat in response to his actions, admiring the way he fought and hoping to recreate those same abilities with him as a template. A finger reached out to the screen and traced the outline of his body.
“He will do well for us,” said the captain fondly. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Back on Earth, the scientists sat pensively, hidden in the main building as soldiers lined up around the perimeter. The sound outside was disturbing, causing a few of them to lower their heads as if to hide from it. However, there was no way to hide from the terrible sound of fire raining from the sky. The windows were now blackened with soot and dirt that sprayed from the field, blocking their view of what was happening. Lucky for them, the building was reinforced with layers of steel to keep them safe, the new steel that they had been developing for years. It was that special steel that kept the strange fire from penetrating the building.
One of the scientists let out a long sigh, looking around at the others with a sullen look as if trying to come up with something deeply philosophical that would cheer their minds. Nothing would bring them a smile, not even a silly joke. It was useless to say anything comforting in this situation given that they were being sought by this strange species of alien. What did these aliens need them for anyway? They seemed to have advanced technology that surpassed theirs.
“Does anyone want coffee?” asked the man with the beard. “I can make us a pot.”
“I don’t think I need any coffee, mate,” said another.
“It might put you at ease,” said the bearded man.
“How about a cup of tea?” asked the British man. “That should do you well.”
“I suppose that’s fine,” replied the other.
And what else could they do to pass the time? It was uncertain how long they would remain in their fortress, the soldiers outside poking their heads in every hour to make sure they were still alive. The British man thought to himself that he should have become a recluse, hiding up in the mountains and only releasing bits of his genius through books under a pen name. They could have all avoided this mess if they had simply remained with everyone else, keeping their knowledge hidden from the rest of the world. But what good would that have done? Many of the advancements they had made during the past few decades had been due to their amazing minds.
As the bearded man prepared the tea, the five scientists waited for it in silence. None of them spoke for another hour, only commenting every now and again on the situation. The bearded man suggested a game of cards and they all agreed since there was nothing else to do. Cards passed the time for a few hours until one of them stood, exclaiming that he couldn’t sit idly by as the world suffered.
“What do you suggest?” asked the bearded man.
“I suggest we fight,” he responded. “Even if it’s to the death.”
Chapter 6
As the scientists hatched a plan to help the Earth win the war against the Vihatagons, the heroic cyborg was laughing maniacally in the field while fighting off the drones. Many of the soldiers had stepped aside to let him work, intrigued by the way he jumped and danced between the mechanical objects, attacking them with his arm gun. It was wild to see him bounce around and they all gathered about the edges of the field while smoking or chewing a sandwich. Once the drones finally let up, Trevor walked back to the tent covered in sludge and mud, wiping his face with a spare shirt that was handed to him. Lena met him with a quick kiss and handed him a mug.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“It’s coffee. It should help,” she replied.
“I need some water. I need sleep,” said Trevor. “We can catch a nap before the next round.”
“Is there going to be another sortie?” asked a soldier, gesturing towards the emptying sky.
“I imagine, yes,” replied Trevor. “And I suggest you all get some rest as well. You need your strength for the coming days.”
General Sanders approached and shook Trevor’s hand, commending his heroic display of power. As he spoke, he also turned to Lena to shake her hand in thanks for modifying Trevor to be able to accomplish such things.
“If it weren’t for you, I’m sure we would be defeated by now,” said the general. “Thank you, Dr. Clark.”
Smiling, Lena shook the general’s hand, feeling pride swell in her chest as a result of her work. It was wonderful to be recognized and it sent her off to the tent feeling joyful. She curled up on the cot and invited Trevor to do the same, but he raised his arms.
“I need a quick shower, my love,” he said with a chuckle. “But I’ll be back for you.”
“Of course. Take your time. I think I’ll sleep while you do that,” said Lena. “And be careful with the water. The shower should be fine because your cybernetic limbs are resistant to rain.”
Trevor recalled his physical therapy and cringed.
“You sure it will be fine?” he asked with some trepidation.
“Absolutely. You should be just fine.”
With that, Trevor gave her a kiss before heading to the shower tent. He stepped into the stream of water with some hesitation, testing his cyber limbs before scrubbing his body vigorously with military soap. It did the job, and he felt much more refreshed as the hot water soaked his body, glad that he wasn't being zapped. This meant he could potentially go swimming again. Closing his eyes briefly, he imagined the world after this mess was over and pictured the family he was going to start with the intelligent, beautiful Lena. Their children would be born with special abilities, no doubt, and he was looking forward to raising them in the advanced world that would form after the galactic war. It would be a place of peace where the warring countries would unite. What else could they do after such a disaster?
It would be disappointing to find the world tumbling back into a state of chaos after their victory, having learned nothing from being invaded and threatened by an unknown alien species. Who knows what else lurked beyond the edge of human habitation? There could be a plethora of alien species just waiting to take advantage of the Earth and its advancing technologies. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the last invasion to tak
e place. It worried Trevor to his core, causing him to shiver as the water began to run cold. Military showers always went cold after a few minutes. That was something that never seemed to change.
After stepping out of the shower, Trevor dried off and pulled on the outfit that had been loaned to him by one of his comrades. It was a basic white shirt and military pants that would give him a good range of motion, the cybernetic leg making a strange zipping sound as he pulled the pants up. Even though he was used to his new limbs, they still felt strange while moving around as he never expected them to make the noises that they did. He fixed the shirt and looked into the mirror hanging over the tiny sink.
The look on his face was worn. It hadn’t been long since he rejoined the battle, but it appeared to have aged him by ten years. The wrinkles around his eyes were deeper and his lips seemed dry, even though he had just showered. What was happening to him? After examining his face further, he realized the soot had gotten into the crevices of his face which made him look older. A good scrubbing removed the dirt and he returned to the tent smelling better than he did fifteen minutes before.
The amazing Lena was sprawled across the cot, her chest heaving up and down in rapid breaths as she napped. It looked like she was having a nightmare. Sliding onto the cot next to her, Trevor wrapped his cybernetic arm around her and pulled her close in order to comfort her as she snoozed. The motion calmed her and her breathing relaxed. Thoughts came and went as they lay on the cot, the images of earlier returning and mixing with the ones he formed of the future. Soon, he was sleeping, and his night thoughts had become dreams. It was from those dreams which he woke startled, the hands of his lover cupping his face while she shushed him.
“You were dreaming,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” he replied.
“For what?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said.
They remained silent for a moment, lips intermittently meeting as a way to comfort each other. Outside the tent was deathly silent, not even the sound of crickets chirping to signal the coming night. Had they all been demolished as well? Most of the wildlife in the area had likely fled due to the danger that was spreading, wings and legs carrying them to the more remote places in the country that might offer sanctuary. Their lips danced again to a silent rhythm and then grew hungrier, pressing harder against the other as their hands fled to secret places.
As they took off their clothes and tossed them to the ground, their groans created a symphony that filled the humid air and their bodies met once more in heated rapture. A wave of passion encapsulated the couple and he parted her legs to make way for his engorged flesh, penetrating her feverishly in the dim light. Moans rose over their bodies in tandem with their grinding, sweat glistening over their bodies as they ravished each other. Hands groped at every inch of open skin, pulling hard as they met over and over in sweet delight.
A deep, primal tug inspired their frenzied race to fulfillment, imagining their lives together in a beautiful house surrounded by a garden filled with flowers. Every movement spoke of this desire and it fueled their passionate rhythm to quicken, hearts beating as one during their magnificent ritual. Soft cries signaled their impending pleasure and they each exploded in turns, rolling hips and running fingers over skin in heated delight. It was a spectacular moment that had carried through the fabric of the tent into the next one where a few soldiers chuckled quietly to themselves.
Spent from their joyous achievement, the couple panted between the thin sheets and traced salty skin covered in sweat. Smiles met together, pecking each other sweetly and whispering loving words. Their joy would last through the remainder of the evening and lead into another restful slumber, their dreams filled with the wonderful goals they hoped to reach after surviving the war.
Chapter 7
Rushing through the streets were people caught outside of their homes, having ignored the warnings to not leave their own shelters. Many of them were being scooped up by drones and hauled off into the sky, screams echoing in the places where their bodies once resided. The local town was an absolute mess and soldiers were trying their best to keep the drones from grabbing anymore people. One young woman by the name of Alexis watched the scene, her green eyes absorbing every bit of detail through the camera lens she held. Much of it was distorted when she checked the pictures on the camera. Damn this cheap piece of crap, she thought.
While preoccupied with the faulty machine, a drone swooped down and stared at her with its large lens, seeming to scan her body as it beeped and hummed. She stared at it with wide eyes, barely blinking. What did it want? There was no way of telling whether it was intelligent life or merely following predetermined orders, but Alexis knew she had to get away before it decided to take her, too. Sprinting towards a house, she dodged people who had fallen and bounced between shooting soldiers that attempted to take down the drone following her.
Alexis dove behind a set of bushes and watched as the drone passed by, hoping it wouldn’t be able to find her. If these drones were advanced, then they would be able to pick up on heat signatures and recognize any individual bodies that they sought. It was a terrible thought that instilled panic, but she tried to push it away. She wished she could pluck one of these drones out of the sky and drag it into her basement where she could disassemble it, so she could maybe see where they were keeping all the people.
It was strange to watch them zap people out of thin air. The drones were particularly small, appearing to only hold perhaps one full person at a time, yet here they were collecting hundreds all at once, devouring entire crowds of people in the streets. Even a few soldiers had gone up with them, their guns remaining behind on the sidewalk. If she could grab that ray gun, then maybe she would have a chance at getting out of this alive. She didn’t want to be hauled away like cattle. Looking around, she tensed her body and then dove forward through the bushes to collect the gun that had been left behind by the soldier. As she raised it up to defend herself, a beam of light surrounded her body and she felt a rush of exhilaration. It was like being on a roller coaster and dropping down over the first hill.
Up she went, rushing over the city and out into the atmosphere. She thought she might even lose air, but where she was being held seemed be rich with oxygen. In fact, it was the most refreshing air she had ever inhaled, wondering how she could breathe this far up over the earth. A humming sound filled the small space which effectively drowned out any other noise and she appeared in a small room with a few hundred people surrounding her. The air was buzzing with energy, voices rising up over the general static of conversation and conveying panic.
A huge sign over a doorway read “Don’t Panic” in red letters, blinking every so often which caught her attention. As she looked around, the platform behind her rose, prodding the people forward into an adjoining room where a massive collection of people stood. There was a great deal of confusion and panic mixed with fear, many groups of people huddling together to pray or come up with a plan. No one else was around save for them, not knowing that they were occupying the belly of the great mothership hovering over the earth. The Vihatagons were watching over their collection of people and sort of smiling with gummy mouths at their harvest.
“We’ve collected plenty. Withdraw the drones and reprogram them for destruction. They must not fall into human hands!” said one of them.
“No, not yet,” boomed the captain. “Now we must wait for the cyborg.”
The confused group of people were now crying out, hoping that someone might hear their pleas as they tried to understand what was happening. A voice screeches over the speakers, attempting to tell them to calm down which causes a wave of screaming. Confused, the Vihatagon tried to repeat his message only to be met by more screaming and panic. Rolling his eyes, the captain pressed a hefty green button that translated the message properly into the language that the people could understand, listening as the garbled voice calmly informed them to remain still.
“Don’t pan
ic,” said the voice over the speaker. “It will only make it worse. Provisions will be provided for your stay. You are all part of an amazing plan to be improved. Don’t worry.”
“How can we not worry?” Alexis cried out over the hushed crowd. “We’re trapped!”
“You are being saved,” sang the voice sweetly. “Your culture is no more and the Earth will not exist after the next orbit. There’s no need to worry about returning.”
“Saved from what?” asked a man yards away from Alexis.
“From yourselves,” replied the voice. “You are being saved from yourselves, and your ceaseless warring!”
The group roared in response to this claim, citing instances when the Earth had been rather peaceful and that they just needed some time to get their people together in order to remain peaceful. It was a chore explaining such history to these destructive creatures who knew nothing of peace. The Vihatagons’ only desire was to conquer.
On ground level, the couple woke from their slumber and looked up into the sky, watching the drones fleeing from the earth. They had attacked during their sleep! What cowards would do such a thing? As callous and violent creatures, the Vihatagons had executed a plan over their heads that they had somehow missed. Then again, they weren’t expecting such an attack this early in the morning. Trevor rushed to pull on his shirt and tensed his body in preparation, Lena stopping him before he rushed the field.
“There’s nothing we can do now,” she said to him as he huffed.
“But all those people!” he cried. “I just watched them get taken. How did they…?”
His sentence trailed off, rubbing the black hair on his head as he tried to figure out a new plan. What were they going to do now? They had been trying to avoid capture, but now it seemed they had been catapulted into a different situation. They had to take different measures. The general met them next to the radio stand and informed him that the scientists were safe, but they weren’t sure what they were doing with all of those people. It was the most massive abduction in history to date.