I’ve always wanted to incarnate as a Gray Alien traveler. Buh-BAMSKIES—my dream came true!
I’ve shed most of my past-life human persona (Kent Wayne) so I can wander the cosmos as a psionics-based lifeform, known to my peers as Zorbot Five. After I completed my rookie probation, the bigwigs made me an ambassador to Earth. Don’t remember much about my human existence (you can’t reincarnate knowing too much, or you’ll ruin the experience you’re trying to have), but I remember a bit. Specifically, the fact that I was a prolific Man Whore and multi-genre author.
I downshift my craft into a Florida swamp. (Not my first choice, but I go where the Elders tell me.) Finally! Disclosure begins, praise Ayzeda and The Crimson Enduvian!
As I stroll down the ramp, I’m greeted by gun-toting, militia-style larpers. Every firearm has multiple scopes, some of em even have bayonet-chainsaws. Their vests are festooned with tactical flags, interspersed with a shit-ton of unnecessary skull-patches. (I’m not surprised—there’s sane people in this part of the country, but Florida Man is meme-worthy for a well-established reason).
The leader screams, “Keep both hands up, or we’ll have nonconsensual relations with yer face and yer butt!”
“Little aggro, don’t you think?” I raise a hairless eyebrow. “You guys seem like fans of the military. Any of you serve?”
All but two guiltily look away. One of the exceptions stares at the ground and whispers, “I’m so lonely,” while the other, their leader, sneers, “Nah, cuz I would have knocked out my drill instructor! I took the high road: went to a three day sheepdog man camp, where they told me I was the equivalent of a recon sniper alpha commando! So you better show some goddamn RESPECT! I’m a patriot among patriots—bald eagles cum to me, bitch!”
I clear my throat. “Sexual activities with avian fauna? Isn’t that illegal?”
“No, that’s not what I—” He sputters and fumes, then shouts, “Enough of yer elitist bullshit intellectual! Bend over, spread yer holes, and get ready fer some daggum freedom-blessed sperm!”
Shit. This is NOT how I wanted to kick off nonhuman disclosure.
There’s way too many for my psionic martial arts. So I reach in my psyche and open my aetheric eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its mind-bending reality distortion powers. Magic flash.
Interdimensional portals open across the swamp, dumping legions of Sasquatches into the militia larpers’ ranks. The Squatches get busy with their quill-coated penises, bludgeoning my would-be attackers with an impressive array of three-foot womb-hammers. The larpers break out in panic-driven screams, firing off bursts and shouting unoriginal phrases like, “Game over, man—GAME OVER!” And: “Dear God in heaven, they’re in the motherfucking WALLS!” despite the fact there isn’t a building in sight.
In a matter of seconds, they all turn and flee, with the notable exception of their sheepdog-man-camp-alpha-trained leader. He’s on his knees, hands clutched together in teary appeal—please bro PLEASE, please don’t kill me with your giant spikey boners!
A Squatch knocks him out with a hip-swinging mushroom stamp. The larper falls on his side, eyes rolled back, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth.
My savior stares at him for a long moment, then turns and gives me a weighted look. “Maybe hold off on disclosure for a couple more years. At least until they stop trying to death-fuck your holes.”
I hiss through my teeth and rub the back of my neck. “Yeah…point taken. Not a fan of getting death-fucked by inbreds.”
Whew! That was a close one! Kent Wayne (whoops, I mean Zorbot Five) wins again!
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