Back on Earth, there was much controversy about how a man had broken into a top secret military headquarters and kidnapped two men.
Ha ha! Bet you thought this paragraph was going to continue about what happens to Alan, didn’t you? Well guess what? You’ve got to read this first! But don’t worry, it’s not that boring a paragraph. There are terrorists, government issues and funny names all in one exciting compilation of sentences!
The paragraph begins when Bob Roscoe is sitting in his office, twiddling his fingers. His office was decorated with portraits of himself and pictures of him and leaders of other countries. Behind him was a gigantic window and in front of him was a ridiculously expensive door. It swung open and Bob’s second in hand walked inside. He shut the door, and nodded at Bob, who didn’t budge. The second in hand wondered what Bob was thinking, because he looked deep in thought.
To save you from the mystery, here is a sample of what Bob was thinking.
“1001010010011101010100101010101010100101010100101010101001010101.”
Please do not worry; you are not intended to understand this.
If you were a mind boggling genius in the field of computer language, then you would be able to decipher this message to read,
sCAn_obJect?10[+++]RAngE_13476.69376.
You are also not intended to understand this.
“Excuse me, sir,” said Bob’s second in hand.
“What is it?”
“I have a man here that has investigated the break in at the MEOA HQ.”
A short and skinny man walked into the office.
“This,” said his second in hand, “is Jonathan Parts.”
“Nice to meet,” said Bob, “How is you?”
Jonathan gave a salute to Bob, and snapped his knees together.
“His current ranking is private. He has only just started,” said the second in hand.”
“What did you discover about the headquarters then, Private Parts?”
The second in hand and Johnathen looked a bit confused for a second, but then realised what their boss had meant.
“Sir, I have discovered that Alan Westman and Eric Quall have gone missing.”
“This can only mean one thing,” said Bob, “Obviously this is the work of the Bringers of Doomsday.”
“Um, if you don’t mind me saying, sir, but we shouldn’t jump to conclusions and assume that specifically the Bringers of Doomsday did this,” said the second in hand.
“I agree, with all due respect, sir,” said Private Parts.
“Did you hear me?” said Bob sounding more like a military sergeant instead of the prime minister. “This is terrorist work. We all know the Bringers of Doomsday have done this. They’ve been quiet for a while, and I suspected something big like this might happen. Now I want you to go and tell every single person that asks you who did this that it was the Bringers of Doomsday. Understand?”
Private Parts saluted and the second in hand nodded in an unconfident sort of way.
As the two men left Bob continued to sit in his office and twiddle his fingers. Most men would have gotten tired after twiddling their fingers for hours, but this Bob Roscoe would never get tired.
Androids never get tired.
“Destroy the human,” said the Parraside as it prepared to annihilate Alan.
It’s funny, some of the things you don’t notice when your about to be killed. Take for example now, because as Alan awaited his destruction he didn’t notice that the basement door flung open to reveal Zolfog and Derkoor, each one holding a device that looked distinctly like a lollipop horizontally. Zolfog and Derkoor both aimed the devices at the Parraside and pushed a black button on the stick part of it. The sphere part illuminated with a red glow and made a bizarre whooshing noise. The Parraside began to groan in pain and throw its arms about. Alan himself felt dazed and tried to focus but the room seemed to spin around him wildly. Zolfog and Derkoor had noticed that Alan was being affected too, but didn’t seem to mind. Just as Alan thought they were never going to stop, Derkoor stopped holding down the button on his device and scurried over to Alan and began to drag him out of the way. Once they were both at a safe distance Zolfog stopped firing and helped Derkoor carry Alan out of the basement, leaving the Parraside to go mad. The two wizards carried Alan for about thirty seconds before they stopped.
“I think the Parraside is gone for now,” said Derkoor.
“Yes, I think so too.” Zolfog turned to Alan, who was slowly recovering. “Are you alright?”
“I’ll survive…” Alan managed to say. “What were…what were those stick things you used?”
“Electromagnetic Manipulators; standard anti-robot guns. Usually they easily kill any machines, but it seems that the Parraside have a resistance against the guns. The electromagnetic waves affect humanoids, so that’s why you’re so dazed.”
Alan had finally realised that this entire thing was certainly not a hoax but absolutely real.
Eric had been impatiently pacing about his room, which felt more like a prison cell, for Alan to come back with news. It had been twenty minutes, which was far too long. He suddenly heard a click at the door, just as he was about to assume Alan wasn’t coming back, and Zolfog, Derkoor and Alan walked inside. Although, Alan sort of staggered in since he was still quite dazed from the electromagnetic guns. Eric noticed and came to help Alan.
“It would be very wise not to wander around our planet. Currently it’s turned into a hotel resort for all the people that you saw at the court trial today, most of which hate humans and want them dead,” warned Zolfog. And with that, he and Derkoor walked out of the room and locked the door behind them.
Alan had told Eric everything that had happened to him in the ventilation shaft after Zolfog and Derkoor left. After Alan’s story they both attempted to sleep in the bunk beds. It was ridiculously uncomfortable. There was no mattress, only a hard and cold piece of metal. Surprisingly however, Alan got to sleep within a matter of minutes. He was quite tired after having bizarre dreams, attending a court trial and being shot at with an electromagnetic gun. Alan had another bizarre dream that night (or perhaps it was day?). He dreamt he was Zolfog, and watched out of his office window as an enormous silver spaceship flew past and fired a thick beam at the planet he was on. It exploded in a supernova, and that was how the dream ended.
Alan woke up after sleeping for ten hours, to find Eric still asleep. Deciding to let him rest, Alan got up and paced around the room. He eyed the ventilation shaft for a moment. Then he looked away and continued walking. Then he looked at it and made up his mind.
It is quite odd that even after a killer machine tried to send him to oblivion, Alan went back into the shaft. He somehow felt the need to see what the Parraside was doing, or where it was. Perhaps Zolfog and Derkoor had gone and killed it. And what had happened to Bob Roscoe, the guy Alan thought was just the prime minister of Australia until he tried to kill him and showed up at a court trial on an alien planet. Alan continued to crawl through the vents, and noticed that everyone was gone. He made his way down the vertical drop and to the basement grill. Alan peered through and his eyes widened when he saw Bob Roscoe, humming to himself and going through a black suitcase. Bob snapped down the top and locked it. He left the room, still humming and at this point Alan realised the Parraside was gone.
After crawling back through the vent, Alan had waited on his bunk bed for about ten minutes when the door opened. Derkoor hurried inside and grabbed Alan by the arm.
“We are late for your operation!” he cried as he dragged Alan out of the room.
Alan hesitated for a moment, not liking the ‘operation’ bit.
“What’s this operation thing going to involve?” Alan demanded shaking off Derkoor’s hand.
Derkoor looked around himself, and began to panic.
“We don’t have time for explanations!” he said, and withdrew a gun from his robes. The gun had a dart inside the barrel, and once Derkoor fired it ejected and hit Alan in the shoulder. Alan was knocked out, falling to the ground unconscious.
Alan slept the entire time, unaware that he was being tied to a metal table with chains and having his brain prepared for a Memory Transfer.
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