He led me into another metallic room. It was becoming predictable. If this was this future than it was cold, unflinchingly so. I notice my "guide's" focus on the task at hand not paying any attention to my lack of clothes.
"Pardon me," I began. "How are you not bothered by me being...you know..."
"Naked?" He responded. "My culture doesn't have any calms against nudity, it's just what you are."
With this I let my guard down, uncovering myself. What was the point if no one cared. He continued to lead me into a room full of navy blue jumpsuits. They lined the wall. There seemed to be some mechanical equipment attached to them. It was almost like a something out of Space Hunters 2: Blackhole Boogaloo. The hero in that Spiff S. Pacemon (It wasn't a funny joke.) saved the galaxy from the Dread Lord Ramses.
"Now Megan," The man began, I'm moving to the control room you must listen to me through the speakers."
With that he left me. I took a moment to sit on the metal bench in the middle of the room to understand the last 30 minuets of my life. I was millions of miles away from home, no one would remember me, and I was still naked. In the moment it didn't matter but the gravity of the situation hit. I began to cry when a voice rang out.
"Megan, put on the jumpsuit," It rang.
I let with excitement. I would soon be clothed again. My skin would be away from the malicious eyes I assumed the rest of the galaxy had on me. It was a simple jumpsuit with a zipper and a mechanical vest that went over it. I fumbled with putting it on in my rush to finally feel the touch of fabric separating the cool air from my skin. When it was on the door opened and I was faced with a...
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