She lets her mind play with the idea of an alien abduction. Is this really so far-fetched? Is it any more unfathomable than the places her mind takes her now as it struggles to remember and connect? Why can’t she put it all together? The voice enters her ears, once more. “Are you going to work with us? Are you going to insist on being non-compliant?” She simply nods in response.
Non-compliant? And yet two questions requiring two different responses. Or do they require that? Is this a word trap? No right answer? A catch-22? Would aliens know and be able to use such tactics? They would not resort to such lowly means of manipulation. Too intelligent.
She looks to the direction of the voice. A blurred face appears. A hand attached to a hypodermic. She seeks to lift herself. Regain the feeling and sensation of rising. She cannot. She closes her eyes and lets her body and mind come together to reject what is now known to be harmful energy. She will connect and remember as soon as the threat is gone. When they are repelled and leave her alone. She concentrates, drawing on her energy and the forces she can call on. She keeps her eyes closed. There is no question she will be left alone. The energy in this place that she is in is scattered, unfocused by ego and anger. The voice demands she comply with some remote demands that mean nothing. Without opening her eyes, she nods, and smiles and waits inside herself to repel them.
Another voice. Her eyes remain closed. Then another, another, until the voices are lost in their own discord and self-invented chaos. Inwardly, she smiles, nods. She is stronger, her energy grows. No sting from an injection. No hands touch her body. She waits, eyes yet shut, for the voices to retreat. She has things to do, places to focus her energy when they are gone. A long lasting surge of energy sent outward, towards the voices and they retreat, becoming farther and more distant, until…quiet. She takes a deep breath.
Now to relax and regenerate so I can begin to connect with the elusive yet insistent memory of the sounds, where they are, where they came from. I must refocus. I must use all my resources, open myself to them, let the energy do its job. Now–now, I will open the door to see and to know.
She lies quietly, as still as death itself while the forces that be unite. She is open. She is unafraid. She is ready. She lets her mind wander. Waiting, musing. Am I the alien? Maybe…?