The bright lights glare above me. I am struggling to breath. I can hardly move, every bone in my body is snapping as they begin to move and heal. It seems that this has become their favorite test. Taking me to the brink of death and then to watch as my body slowly heals itself. It seems that this is something new for them that they cant heal themselves. These humans are strange. It seems that the stories are true that the Earth has kept its secrets about the life it plays in the reams of space. These young creatures seem to be to fascinated every little aspect of my clothing and crashed ship. Damn Karathic. The Twit didn't fill my fuel take like ordered. Now I'm here with these so called “scientists” in some place that they call Area 51… What kind of a name is that? It seams I’m going to be here for a while now… everything is out of my hands until the Commander can meet with the Humans’ leader. Hopefully this will not be to far off. The stupid questions are bringing to really get annoying.
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