“Ask your questions.”
“Questions?”
“You’ve been questioning”
I could feel it was him, though I hadn’t gathered the courage to open my eyes yet.
“How do you know?”
“The data shows it. We’ve observed your writings.”
“Oh.”
I wondered how they had made that observation, but knew that I wouldn’t be able to wrap my brain around the technology that could record such a thing. I locked doors, shut windows, drew blinds and kept my writings in a small fire-safe. The best explanation was interception of visual information as it travelled to the brain from the eyes. Then using a type of translator, they were able to observe what I was observing.
“Many of you question. But you don’t look for answers. We’ve observed a fear response to viable answers in you’re species.”
I thought about that statement for a few seconds, then, in usual fashion, waited. But there were no tests being performed, no extractions being done, no obervations being recorded.
I waited….
“Ask your questions”
I opened my eyes to the soft white light that immersed my nude body as I lay paralyzed on the table.
“Why do I have to be naked?” I asked.
“Our work is carried out more effectively and efficiently if your clothing isn’t on”
“I should tell my wife that one of these nights… ” I thought to myself. I chuckled. No sooner had that chuckle escaped me, than 5 grey beings surrounded me, took measurements, drew blood, and did other various tests that I couldn’t even speculate as to what the purpose of them were. As quicky as they came, they left, leaving only Bills presence.
“Ask your questions.”
He just wanted me to ask. I thought for a minute, wondering where I would start, if it matters what I asked, or if I should ask my questions in a certain order, one questions answers building up to another questions. I couldn’t quite decided, so I just blurted out my first, most obvious question, “Who are you?”
