Airlines and Aliens
I am working for an airline. It's an office job doing the usual office things. I have normal bosses and supervisors that you might find in a typical office. There is some talk about expanding our service.
It is the next day and a special meeting has been called. I head in to work in my deckboat. I am heading down a lake neighborhood down a curved boat path. I think I am going to fast and will create to big a wave for the houses so I turn to head deeper into the lake. The boat turns completely sideways as I do but I do not fall out. Instead I find that the lake is shallow and the water ends. I have to stand up and pick up the back end of the boat, walking around till I find the deep water again. Soon I get to the office.
The office has been changed around. The area that once was a sea of desks is now a lobby with several closed off offices each marked with the owner of the office. I don't see the name of my super anywhere. I wonder if they got canned. I head back to my work area which is down an dock. As I walk down the dock I see all our airplanes have changed from commercial airliners to emergency medical planes. I figure we must be changing business focus. This peaks my interest cause I think I might get the chance to fly one of the planes. As I get to my work area I see a line. The other workers are in line and at the end of the line they are getting punished, badly physically punished in a torturous manner by some sort of alien force. I decide this new company isn't for me. I and a few others jump in a jeep and try to get away. On the way out we see a prison. The others yell to stop and release our coworkers. We do. The ones we release are mad, saying weird things. I begin to think we have made a mistake but one of them says something meaningful. Then I discover that I am not human. I am a machine, a robot built to work here. I head into the backroom where I find GregA amongst the scientists. I try to trick him into telling me what is going on my making a side comment about the real rulers of this place. GregA gives me a sideways look but doesn't fall for it. He grabs some lunch instead. That is all I remember.
posted by Jeff Gatlin 8/21/2000 11:06:59 AM
I am Elsewhere...Partially
I wake up in my bed. I am lying on my right side and thinking that it is probably still too early to get up since I do not hear my clock radio playing. But I think I might as well get up. So, I start moving my arms, stretching and wiggling my fingers to wake them up. I look off to the left... something is wrong. I don't see my left arm. I squeeze my left hand, wiggle the fingers. Yup I still have a left arm. I look again, there is nothing there. Understand, I am not seeing a stub or a shoulder missing an arm, when I look to my left I see nothing of me at all. I look to my right, there is my arm and body all visible and I feel them normally. I wave my left arm about, I feel it. I look again and it is not there! I do not understand what is happening. I think that I must need to get up. I try to get up but it is difficult as my left arm and hand are somewhere else. Then I grab the top of the couch. Wait... I don't have a couch in my bed nor in my room. I squeeze my left hand, I am definately holding onto the top of a couch. In my mind's eye I can see the couch clearly, but I look left and I am still in the bed on my right side. I struggle, trying to get up by applying pressure to the top of the couch with my left arm that is somewhere else while pushing at the bed with my right arm that is with me. I cannot seem to get up. I stop and ponder and panic a bit and fear and try to fathom what is happening to me. Am I stuck within a door between two places, a door that should not be? Not yet comming to grips with what is happening I roll backward onto my back and wake up in my bed, both arms visible and intact.
posted by Jeff Gatlin 8/4/2000 1:43:54 PM