The Visitor
I lie in the shade of my container. It shields my pale skin. My feet seem alien to me, but I am able to flex them and grasp a juice bottle with prehensile toes. I feel helpless at times, but my new body is not without its strengths.
Dome-like heads invade the privacy of my chamber. They utter strange vocables which my universal translator is as yet unable to decipher. I was told before I took this assignment that the language I would be using is English, but what is this?
"Oo, wuddems kutems iddoo pweshus." I am unable to discern a pattern to this code. This is nothing but gibberish. There are two of them. They talk normally when they believe I cannot hear them, but switch to code when they believe I am awake and alert. Is it possible that they have detected my identity?
No matter. They seem harmless enough. They could have killed me a hundred times over if they wanted.
The high frequency sonic emitter that was installed in me appears to be quite effective in manipulating this couple to meet my needs. I am experiencing the cramping feeling in my internal organs. I will emit the signal. That was quick. Ah, the soft one is coming. She has brought the feeding units with her. She is thoughtful. This humanoid pleases me. Perhaps these beings are not as worthless as my programming has lead me to believe. Ooh Mama!
My command of the language increases daily. The hard one and the soft one make loud angry noises sometimes. I fear for my future. I lie in my chamber, trying to scratch my neck with my foot. I play games with the little rubber mouth stopper they have given me. It is entertaining and makes a variety of percussive musical sounds which I find soothing as I contemplate the perverse logic of the binary system and fall sleep yet again, having failed to count up to a billion in base two.
I awaken with the familiar pain in my internal organs. I prepare to emit my sonic waves, but a high decibel sonic storm is already raging. It is the couple again. The sounds they make are angry, loud, and frightening.
"You fucking bitch." I am sure that is an insult.
"You goddam selfish bastard. So who is the slut?"
"You're the slut letting him hit on you like that."
"Bullshit! A guy just talks to me and you freak out. Where were you last night 'til 5 AM?"
"None of your business, bitch! You're not my mother."
I am so very frightened to hear this kind of talk. My sonic device activates.
"Go take care of the fucking kid," shouts the hard one. He is referring to me. I whimper in fear. The soft one comes. Oh, God, she is transformed into a hard, red-eyed demon.
"He's your fucking kid, too."
"Only because you tricked me," he shouts.
"Shut up, you asshole!" she screams.
I am unable to turn off my sonic alarm. The emotions evoked in me by her ugly, red face are terrifying to me. I close my eyes and whimper and scream. She picks me up. I open my eyes. She looks at me strangely and holds me at arms length as if I were some disgusting low specimen of insect or worse. Her partner taunts her.
"Lazy, fucking bitch. You can't even do the dishes right!"
"Shut the fuck up," she yells and then moans low like an animal. She is still holding me out at arms length and she squeezes my arms hard. Her hands shake with rage as she holds me, her face a fierce mask. I scream in terror.
"I'm out of here, you useless bitch," he growls and the door slams.
A moment passes and then another moment and then another moment and the one holding me softens her grip. Her face seems to melt. Salty water leaks from her eyes. Her sonic waves are loud and mournful. She enfolds me and carries me to a resting place and I feed from her softness until my fear subsides. Her sonics grow calm and her eyes stop leaking.
When I am full, I look at her with some contentment. I am glad to still be alive. I smile at her to show that there are no hard feelings and then I show her the trick I learned with my foot. She grabs my toe with a funny smile. She is her soft self once more.
"This little piggy went to the market," she says. Oh, good, It is the counting game again. It is my favorite.
I lie in the shade of my container. It shields my pale skin. My feet seem alien to me, but I am able to flex them and grasp a juice bottle with prehensile toes. I feel helpless at times, but my new body is not without its strengths.
Dome-like heads invade the privacy of my chamber. They utter strange vocables which my universal translator is as yet unable to decipher. I was told before I took this assignment that the language I would be using is English, but what is this?
"Oo, wuddems kutems iddoo pweshus." I am unable to discern a pattern to this code. This is nothing but gibberish. There are two of them. They talk normally when they believe I cannot hear them, but switch to code when they believe I am awake and alert. Is it possible that they have detected my identity?
No matter. They seem harmless enough. They could have killed me a hundred times over if they wanted.
The high frequency sonic emitter that was installed in me appears to be quite effective in manipulating this couple to meet my needs. I am experiencing the cramping feeling in my internal organs. I will emit the signal. That was quick. Ah, the soft one is coming. She has brought the feeding units with her. She is thoughtful. This humanoid pleases me. Perhaps these beings are not as worthless as my programming has lead me to believe. Ooh Mama!
My command of the language increases daily. The hard one and the soft one make loud angry noises sometimes. I fear for my future. I lie in my chamber, trying to scratch my neck with my foot. I play games with the little rubber mouth stopper they have given me. It is entertaining and makes a variety of percussive musical sounds which I find soothing as I contemplate the perverse logic of the binary system and fall sleep yet again, having failed to count up to a billion in base two.
I awaken with the familiar pain in my internal organs. I prepare to emit my sonic waves, but a high decibel sonic storm is already raging. It is the couple again. The sounds they make are angry, loud, and frightening.
"You fucking bitch." I am sure that is an insult.
"You goddam selfish bastard. So who is the slut?"
"You're the slut letting him hit on you like that."
"Bullshit! A guy just talks to me and you freak out. Where were you last night 'til 5 AM?"
"None of your business, bitch! You're not my mother."
I am so very frightened to hear this kind of talk. My sonic device activates.
"Go take care of the fucking kid," shouts the hard one. He is referring to me. I whimper in fear. The soft one comes. Oh, God, she is transformed into a hard, red-eyed demon.
"He's your fucking kid, too."
"Only because you tricked me," he shouts.
"Shut up, you asshole!" she screams.
I am unable to turn off my sonic alarm. The emotions evoked in me by her ugly, red face are terrifying to me. I close my eyes and whimper and scream. She picks me up. I open my eyes. She looks at me strangely and holds me at arms length as if I were some disgusting low specimen of insect or worse. Her partner taunts her.
"Lazy, fucking bitch. You can't even do the dishes right!"
"Shut the fuck up," she yells and then moans low like an animal. She is still holding me out at arms length and she squeezes my arms hard. Her hands shake with rage as she holds me, her face a fierce mask. I scream in terror.
"I'm out of here, you useless bitch," he growls and the door slams.
A moment passes and then another moment and then another moment and the one holding me softens her grip. Her face seems to melt. Salty water leaks from her eyes. Her sonic waves are loud and mournful. She enfolds me and carries me to a resting place and I feed from her softness until my fear subsides. Her sonics grow calm and her eyes stop leaking.
When I am full, I look at her with some contentment. I am glad to still be alive. I smile at her to show that there are no hard feelings and then I show her the trick I learned with my foot. She grabs my toe with a funny smile. She is her soft self once more.
"This little piggy went to the market," she says. Oh, good, It is the counting game again. It is my favorite.