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I posted "out of body experience," and I made up a compltly different ending because... well I think that waking up at the end of a story is really boring.... so ya which one do you like more?

1) Out of body experience

Her eyes fluttered open, a cold chill ran along her spine. It was dark. She felt around herself... the floor was hard beneath her; a solid slab of bone-chilling rock. Wearily she pulled her self up onto her knees, reaching out in front of her body. She felt the cool stone that she lay on, then hesitantly crawled forward and then she abruptly stopped as she collided with a hard surface in her way. Shakily she rubbed her hands over the rough stone, feeling her way along it, until her hand discovered a wall no a jagged outcrop, she continued following the wall.

Abruptly the wall ended; nothing but empty space. She forced her eyes wide open desperate to see what lie ahead, but still, she couldn't see. She extended her arms straight out in front feeling nothing but open, cold air. She felt down and realized the rock under her hand had ended too, and that she was on the edge of.... of something, what it was, she didn't know.

She slowly rolled onto her stomach and discovered she could ease her legs over the side of the rock. Hesitantly and slowly she lowered her feet, then her legs and soon half of her body, but all she felt was the rugged rock on her chest and arms but, nothing below, or in front. Bewildered she pulled herself back on top of the seemingly floating platform and crawled in the opposite direction, with her arms outstretched, once again, she found nothing it front of her.

She felt along the edge of the cool slab which eventually backing into a stony wall. She rolled back into a sitting position, and inspected her own body. She rubbed her hand along her legs, but discovered her legs were no longer there; where her legs and body should have been there was nothing.

The darkness seeped into her eyes and blotched out her mind. Nothing. She couldn't see and it slowly began to dawn on her that since awaking in her precarious situation she had heard nothing; seen and heard nothing. Now she came to the realization that she couldn't hear. She tried pulling her self on top of her weak legs. They crumbled underneath her, and she sank back down to her meager existence. She tried to move, her arms, head, shoulders, legs, nothing was responding; she had lost control of all movement.

She forgot, who she was. She didn't know where she was, but, she knew that she was scared. Her inner-most body, her soul, was shaking and she wondered if she was a soul, and if she no longer had a body. Or perhaps, she never had a body at all; maybe her whole existence had been a far off dream. She whispered, “I'm scared,” and wasn't surprised when she didn't hear, it echo back to her ears, she couldn't even hear herself.

She rolled over onto her back, and everything became numb, lost within herself; it was black, dark, soundless, and lonely. There was nothing to see, hear, or do. “I must be insane,” she said out loud, but, she still couldn't hear a word. She screamed at the top of her lungs; no sound drifted to her ears.

“Where am I, what is this place!?” she shouted out. She knew she had said it, but, there was no familiar sound of her voice. She was in a voidness bubble; a place where nothing existed but, touch, and the noise of her thoughts, inside of her brain, that cried out for something, anything to prove her existence. She tried to let tears seep from under her eye lids but she couldn't even cry.

Time went by slowly, every minute, every second lasted for hours. She wasn't sure what to do, and irrationally she began to roll, as it was the only the she could do. When she found herself on the edge she kept on rolling, until she fell off. With a sudden rush could tell that she was falling...falling; down she went, in a whoosh of cool, dark, air. Down, down, faster and faster; there was nothing to stop her relentless falling, nothing but open air.

Air flowed past her and as she looked towards were she was falling, she could still see nothing but empty blackness; an abyss from which she began to fear would never end. She briefly wondered if she had discovered a tiny niche of the universe that went on and on forever. She began longing for the security of the ledge she had lain on before.

At first she was falling, but eventually the sensation was replaced by a feeling of floating, between the void of time and space, nothing changing but, the wind blowing past her. If she even existed, she no longer knew. She only knew that she could hear herself speaking from inside her conscience, crying out for something to change this abysmal experience. She knew it made no difference whether her eyes were open or not, and she became unsure if she had eyes at all anymore.

She felt nothing, heard nothing, and saw nothing; a bare dank world. She wanted to give up, and tried to fall asleep hoping to leave this terrible place of non-existence; she wanted to return to her dream world but she had no control. Her descent continued; falling through her endless hole in space.

Almost imperceptibly at first she noticed a faint, small light that seemed to grow, bigger and bigger, until it engulfed her; blinded her. All in a flash she could see, here, feel-- feel herself. The light blinded her at first, but after blinking a few times she was able to see clearly; she could hear soft beeps, and the clinking and rustling of metal. A man appeared with a blue mask covering his mouth and his body blocked the light from above.

This man said something, but it was a garbled mesh of words. Slowly she began to understand what he was saying, “I think she is going to be alright.” The man walked away, and she closed her eyes, and opened them again. She still found herself in the room, with the blinding light glaring back at her from above.

She tried to speak, but, their was something blocking in her throat blocking her throat. She gave-up and sullenly allowed her eyes to close. For a moment she was afraid she would return to the darkness, but she was too exhausted to care. She fell back into a slumber.

Not soon after, her eyes opened again. The room she was in had a fluorescent glow, without the blinding light in her eyes. She moved her stiff neck to the side and saw a clear window, looking into a bright blue sky. “I'm back.” Her hoarse dry voice whispered out. “I'm back.”
 
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Becoming a slave

The women's eyes fluttered open, a cold chill ran along her spine. It was dark. She felt around herself... the floor was hard beneath her; a solid slab of bone-chilling rock. Wearily she pulled her self up onto her knees, reaching out in front of her body. She felt the cool stone that she lay on, she opened her eyes wide and stared wildly around her, she could see nothing. Then just began crawling forward until she abruptly stopped as she collided with a hard surface. Shakily she rubbed her hands over the rough stone, feeling her way along it, until her hand discovered a wall-- no a jagged outcrop, she continued following the wall. Abruptly the wall ended; nothing but empty space. She forced her eyes wide open desperate to see what lie ahead, but still, she couldn't saw nothing. She extended her arms straight out in front, feeling nothing but open, cold air. She felt down and realized the rock under her hand had ended too, and that she was on the edge of.... of something, what it was, she didn't know.

She slowly rolled onto her stomach and discovered she could ease her legs over the side of the rock. Hesitantly and slowly she lowered her feet, then her legs and soon half of her body, but all she felt was the rugged rock on her chest and arms but, nothing below, or in front. Bewildered she pulled herself back on top of the seemingly floating platform and crawled in the opposite direction, with her arms outstretched, once again, she found nothing it front of her. She felt along the edge of the cool slab which eventually backing into a stony wall. She rolled back into a sitting position, and inspected her own body. She rubbed her hand along her legs, but discovered her legs were no longer there; where her legs and body should have been there was nothing.

The darkness seeped into her eyes and blotched out her mind. Nothing. She couldn't see and it slowly began to dawn on her that since awaking in her precarious situation she had heard nothing; seen and heard nothing. Now she came to the realization that she couldn't hear. She tried pulling her self on top of her weak legs. They crumbled underneath her, and she sank back down to her meager existence. She tried to move, her arms, head, shoulders, legs, nothing was responding; she had lost control of all movement.

She forgot, who she was. She didn't know where she was, but, she knew that she was scared. Her inner-most body, her soul, was shaking and she wondered if she was a soul, and if she no longer had a body. Or perhaps, she never had a body at all; maybe her whole existence had been a far off dream. She whispered, “I'm scared,” and wasn't surprised when she didn't hear, it echo back to her ears, she couldn't even hear herself. She rolled over onto her back, and everything became numb, lost within herself; it was black, dark, soundless, and lonely. There was nothing to see, hear, or do. “I must be insane,” she said out loud, but, she still couldn't hear a word. She screamed at the top of her lungs; no sound drifted to her ears.

“Where am I, what is this place!?” she shouted out. She knew she had said it, but, there was no familiar sound of her voice. She was in a voidness bubble; a place where nothing existed but, touch, and the noise of her thoughts, inside of her brain, that cried out for something, anything to prove her existence. She tried to let tears seep from under her eye lids but she couldn't even cry. Insanity. Never before had the women thought of what it would be like to be a lunatic. When her reason rejects its own evidence, when nothing works the way the laws of the universe are set out too, in her mind, there were no laws at all.

Time went by slowly, every minute, every second lasted for hours. She wasn't sure what to do, and irrationally she began to roll, as it was the only the she could do. When she found herself on the edge she kept on rolling, until she fell off. With a sudden rush could tell that she was falling...falling; down she went, in a whoosh of cool, dark, air. Down, down, faster and faster; there was nothing to stop her relentless falling, nothing but open air.

Air flowed past her and as she looked towards were she was falling, she could still see nothing but empty blackness; an abyss from which she began to fear would never end. She briefly wondered if she had discovered a tiny niche of the universe that went on and on forever. She began longing for the security of the ledge she had lain on before.

At first she was falling, but eventually the sensation was replaced by a feeling of floating, between the void of time and space, nothing changing but, the wind blowing past her. If she even existed, she no longer knew. She only knew that she could hear herself speaking from inside her conscience, crying out for something to change this abysmal experience. She knew it made no difference whether her eyes were open or not, and she became unsure if she had eyes at all anymore.

She felt nothing, heard nothing, and saw nothing; a bare dank world. She wanted to give up, and tried to fall asleep hoping to leave this terrible place of non-existence; she wanted to return to her dream world but she had no control. Her descent continued; falling through her endless hole in space.
 

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A short strange being held a clip board in front of his arms, as she watched the women on her continuing descent through simulated wind tunnel. As he scribbled his final report down. He had learned about them for a long time because he found them to be an interesting project, this society that called themselves Human Beings. He had been studying them for 500 years. He knew now that their actual bodies were made for survival, only on this planet, this planet of earth though. They would have no chance on many of the other undeveloped planets of the universe, and so he wrote the report on how they would take over the planet of earth and seal the humans doom:

June 7th, 2008

They were so... diverse. The came in many different colors, some so black that they appeared almost purple in color, others were incredibly white, if they were to stand in the sun, which obviously they rarely did, the shine from their skin would hurt your eyes. Among all the strange colors of the world, their sizes were very different as well, some grotesque over 500 pounds, and others living off of almost nothing and barely reaching the weight of 50 pounds. He didn't understand, how this had happened, some humans gorged themselves to death, whilst others had nothing at all, no food, no shelter, nothing to keep them clean and warm. They were diverse, but, more then likely they would succumb to their own devise, destroying themselves by having to much, others being destroyed because they had to little, but, that wasn't much to worry about as they had a different plan to this world's doom.

Their cultures also, widely different, from what the ate and how they danced, to how they acted towards each other. When he had done a study on a young teenage girl from a crowded city, he'd simulated other people, such as friends, who she seemed to act friendly towards, but, she used despicable words against them. When he had done the same thing with a girl from an even more crowded down in a country called china, she was one of the most respecting child he had ever seen, the geographical isolation between them had left them entirely different. When I had simulated a confrontation between each girl and an authoritarian, once again the Asian girl had been far more respective and understanding, the difference between the to of them was pride, and the ability to make mistakes, he knew that the cities girls people would be easier to break, and I had learned that they would need to take down the Asian girls homeland first.




After all the years of studying I have learned the one thing that we can truly use control these humans, fear. They will do anything to avoid it, their minds are fully focused on escaping from any terror, it is what they are equipped to do. The mind of a human is a weapon in and of it's self, a human is easily controlled if they don't trust, themselves or their surroundings. By example if I had this women believe she had been here for a few weeks, varying the amounts of control she has, and then stopped it all and asked her she would like it to continue, or if she would like to be a slave, chances have it that she would pick to be a slave. Anything a human posses can be degraded and taken away from if they have fear.

Also, after studying these creatures I have realized that they all differ on their fears, some fear small crawling things, others the dark, many fear heights, and many fear loneliness and boredom. The list can go on about their strange fears, a fear that they all posses is pain, but, this is harder to control and use; also, if you break ones mind then you will have no concern of a rebel or escapees. Although these beings are exotic, and do not match our genetic make-up, they could easily be used for dangerous testing we can not use on our own kind.

My final experiment is this afternoon, with this women still falling through our simulator. He put down the clipboard and walked over to the control board, flipping a switch, he spoke into a microphone in perfect english, “Hello, Jane.” He started leaving the simulation moving, “Would you like to continue falling like this? Or would you rather simply do what I ask of you?” She kept silently falling through the vortex, maybe he had left her to long and destroyed her mind. “Jane...?” He asked.

“What are you talking about... what do you... I don't... understand.”

“It's simple I can leave you there until you die, or I can take you out and you will do as I say, it's your choice.”

“What... do I have to do.” She said.

“Don't worry about that now, if you feel that you can not do the tasks we ask of you, then we will just put you back here. In the darkness.” He replied.

“I'll do... I'll do anything just please don't... please stop this, I can't... handle it anymore.” She said.

“Very good Jane, now, I am going to have to put you back to sleep now...” He said; then turning a nob he released a gas into the room and she quickly fell back into a deep sleep, he then turned back the dial. He pulled out a hover cart and took it towards the sleeping human on the floor. Carefully retrieving her body and putting it on the cart, he once again left the room. He entered into a clean white room, the final stage of breaking this women and turning her into the very first slave, number 001. Their was still a need for straps in case if she did try for an escape, not that she had any chance,but, he didn't want any of his equipment damaged or this test subject for that matter. He sprayed another gas directly on her face, instantly awakening her.

He knew that she could remember all of the events of the simulation and of their conversation, and waited for her to get her bearings, this could take time and he realized this. Slowly the women opened her eyes, a faint sign of happiness realizing that she could see. She opened her mouth to speak, but, he turned her head and saw, something she had never seen before, it was short and green almost turquoise, it had a faint glow around it and no hair upon it's head. It's eyes were large and vague, they look like they were staring at every inch of her body at the same time. She quickly turned her head away. “Now, now Jane, “ he said, “Please don't look away, your going to have to get used to the way we look.” She continued staring the other way. “Now I know you can understand me, would you like to go back to the darkness?”

She quickly flipped her head back and stared at him, “No...” she said.

“Well then, I should probably ell you what is going on.” He started, “First off you name is no longer Jane, it is now 001, and you will begin learning our dialect promptly as I am among the few that know English. You are now a slave for my people, if you feel that you would not like to be a slave I can put you back in the darkness,” He said, “Are you ready?” She stared at him unsure how to respond. “Please 001, respond, are you ready, or would you like to go back?”

“Yes...” She said.

“Yes what?” He asked in the final test of her pride.

“Yes I am.. ready?”

“That is not what I would like to hear.”

“Yes sir?” She said.

“Not quite.” He said.

“Yes...” She thought for a moment and hesitantly, “Yes... master.”

“Perfect.” He finished.

He stood up and pressed a small red button, the table tilted back and pulled out towards a door, “You will begin your training now.” He said as he left the room and she went through the small door in the wall. He went back into his lab and picked up the clip board. He began writing again.

June 7th, 2008

I have mastered the human mind and it is now breakable for compliance for our needs to take over the planet earth, and use the humans as slaves. The invasion of Earth will begin on June 25th, 2008
 
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