ASTAL (AGENCY STOPPING ALIEN LAWLESSNESS) (1)

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The moment I stepped outside the lift, I was met with a sight that displayed hundreds of people, each sitting in a cubicle, facing a holographic screen. On close inspection, I saw that they wore strange clothes. The clothes looked as if they were made out of wax, and they seemed to change in colour and flex like muscles. It was as if the suits were... alive. My attention was caught by a long, slender woman striding purposely towards me. She also wore a similar uniform to the others, but on her chest was nestled a golden badge which shone with pride. When she came before me, her shadow, which was a cliff, eclipsed my body; suddenly I was reminded of my robot-grandma. I shuddered. 

The woman, who spoke in a Russian accent, spelled out very distinctly;

"Follow me"

I complied, but with hesitation. She led me towards a mirror and adjoining was a simple, wooden door. After punching some keys onto a aluminium keypad that jutted out of thin strip of white wall that connected the magnificent mirror and the door, the door clicked open, and I followed the woman inside. 

The room that the door gave access to was mostly unfurnished except for an aluminium table on which sat two pure white luxo lamps. Adjacent to the table were two expensive leather armchairs, that sat opposing face each other. I was getting a feeling that I would soon have to endure an inquisition. Maybe I have seen too much of the dream. It was probably a wise time to wake up now. Mom never liked me sleeping till noon on a Sunday. I pinched myself hard.

Nothing.

A door opened. I seemed to not have noticed it before. Why does all doors seem to appear out of nowhere? Peculiar dream!!

A man emerged out of the door, heaving a huge suitcase besides him. He laid it subtly on the desk, and pressed his fingers onto five holes. With a click, the top cover of the case slid open, and gave way to numerous mechanisms; crackling and hissing to form a array of screens, controls and things that even my wildest imagination could have not conjured. My prediction was right, the dream was following a interesting trajectory indeed.

The man, whose belly was incomparable to any other I had seen in the past, wedged himself between the two arms of the leather chair; and I did the same, but with more ease. The instant my bottom touched the chair, the screens (which now appeared to me as extremely slim computers) started to cite my life history:

" Name: John Cherokee
Date of birth: 28/09/1999
Age: 998 light years at present day..."

I choked on the water that I was sipping.

The citation of my life-story stopped, and before I could ask any question I was bursting to answer, the man firmly asked me

"Do you accept that you are the person the quator just described you as?". He indicated to the screen. I nodded dumbly.

"Then, welcome to the AGENCY STOPPING ALIEN LAWLESSNESS, aka, ASTAL".
                                                                                                                  

My journey starts (2)

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Bright, white light encroached my eyes. I protected them like a mother would protect her baby, shielding them from the devilish sudden illumination that threatened to make them yield to its imperious ways. After a while, my eyes adjust to the change in light intensity. What lay before made my jaw drop all the way to the earth's core(only if that was possible!). 

A juggernaut black sphere with four gleaming legs had juxtaposed what had been the back fence of my Grandma's garden. The monstrous machine sat with ease. A hole started to form at the center of the part of the sphere that faced me. A sleek, red telescope propelled itself eagerly centimetres away from my face, inspecting every aspect of me until it was satisfied. Then, it retreated back into the red abyss, the hole that had previously marvelled from the centre part of the sphere that faced me. Just as the telescope (or whatever the inhabitants of the sphere would call it) was comfortably snug inside the red hole, and the red hole disappeared as swiftly as it had appeared. 

I prepared to pinch myself extremely painfully so I could arouse from this never ending nightmare dream and find myself snug in the warmth of my bed, when another incredulous thing happened. I decided that it would wise to see what happened next, after-all, tomorrow was Sunday and I was quite liking the direction the dream was going. It was turning out to be quite interesting. 

A green beam of matrix was shone across my body, like in the sci-fi movies, which soon disappeared and a door was fashioned, followed by staircase that led to the door. 

I walked up the staircase, twisted the knob of the door and entered a corridor that stretched  to infinity. The door closed firmly behind me as I circumspectly brisk-walked through the corridor. After what seemed eternity, I finally found a lift. Next to the lift door, was a button, about the size of a fist of a moderate troll. On it was a word, which read IDENTIFY in big, bold white capital letters. Sensing this was the button that would give me access to this ...peculiar lift, I pushed with all my might, because it was indeed hard to press. As I completed my task, and waited patiently to get a response to my action, I wondered to myself:

"Who was this button designed for? Surely not for a scrawny boy of fourteen years like me". 

The doors to the lift opened. Not a millisecond after I stepped onto the red velvety carpet that lay lazily across the floor of the grand lift, I was met with a similar beam of green light that I had encountered outside before I entered the sphere robot.

Silence.

Abruptly, the lift came to life and transported me to another level elegantly. It juddered to a halt. The opening of the door marked the beginning of a new life for me...