Document 2
part 1
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"
"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".
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".
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