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They Call the Future "Mariah"

May 23, 2009 03:54 PM EDT (Updated: May 23, 2009 06:34 PM EDT)

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Staring out the window of the floating orb, Mariah turned an indignant face to her captor,

"You cretin, the very least you could have done was to put me in a room with a decent view. Who wants to stare at the Goddamned Milky Way? It's just so... so... insanely boring. I have to insist you turn the ship so that I may view Andromeda instead."

The vista out the ship's window would have been an amazing vision to behold for the normal person, but Mariah Sanziban was not a normal person, by any means. Extraordinary didn't even begin to describe it.

Her captor laughed, although through his malignant, mutant visage, it was hard to tell.

"You think you are here to give orders? Let me tell you something, Little Miss shit-don't-stink. This is MY ship, and we do things MY way. Unless you want to get to Omega Seven in pieces, shut the hell up. Remember sweet cheeks, you don't mean squat to me. I can take them a little chunk of you and they will be happy as can be. If I were you, I would savor every second you remain in one piece. It doesn't matter to me either way."

"Argghhh!" Mariah screamed, and turned away from the sight of him.

Mariah had been raised in seclusion and splendor by the Brethren, a secret order of scientists and archeologists. She was one of a kind; an Enigma.

Her parents had relinquished her care to the Order at birth, as they could not keep her safe. The members of the Order thought it best to refrain from telling her that her own parents couldn't stand the sight of her.

To say she was spoiled was an understatement. The members of the Order catered to her every whim, every desire, with the exception of allowing her to attend any type of public gathering. They knew she must be shielded at all costs. Some even thought her to be a goddess; though she was not.

Remembering the night she was taken almost a year ago, Mariah felt a twinge of regret for never thanking the Order brethren for the tender loving care they surrounded her with for all of her nineteen years. Now, there was no one left to thank.

Her captor had insinuated that the conclusion of their journey was at hand, and she was more intrigued than frightened. The Order had taught her that there were other worlds than her own, and each brought wonder and enlightenment in varying degrees. She was not afraid to go to the next world, as it had to be more fun than the one she was currently ensconced in.

Leading Mariah from the ship, she and her captor were greeted by a throng of alien beings, each more horrific than the last. She would be glad to be rid of them.

A huge rather reptilian creature greeted her captor warmly, speaking in some foreign tongue which sounded to Mariah like "ahs wojf smechals vofnaf."

"Um, will one of you please tell me what's going on? And speak English, that gobbledygook you're spewing is just rude!" Mariah exclaimed.

"Oh, I see what you mean, Garf. She IS a feisty one." the apparent leader of the group said to her captor. "I'm very sorry Miss Sanziban, I am Phlent, Grand Captain of Omega Seven. Please, let me lead you to your accommodations."

With that, he offered Mariah his scaly arm, much like the knights of the realm she had read about in her childhood.

Entering the huge suite of rooms, Mariah was taken aback by their beauty. The furniture and bed were adorned in a gauzy film in colors she had never imagined. She was in awe of the splendor, and considering her opulent upbringing, this was nothing short of wondrous.

Mariah felt more at ease than she had in the months which brought her to this place. She was beginning to think this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Are the rooms to your liking?" Phlent inquired.

"Yes, they are lovely, thank you." Mariah replied.
Now, will one of you please tell me why I have been scuttled about all over the galaxy?"

Phlent shot a quizzative look toward Garf. "What, you didn't tell her?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh my dear. You are the first human to be born in a thousand years without some type of mutation. I thought you knew that. You are truly one-of-a-kind. We are extremely pleased you survived the journey." Phlent said with a chuckle.

"We were once human ourselves, but the radiation and lack of ozone on Earth took its toll over the years. We had planned to use your DNA to find a way to "normalize" the population. Something we thought would take a course of decades, but now we have you whole and fertile. You my sweet, are here to propagate the species. The testing will begin tomorrow to determine which of us will be the most suitable mate. It is somewhat of a competition, and all the males are extremely excited. I'm rather excited myself."

Mariah spun about and looked at him with ever widening eyes.

"You mean to tell me that I was brought zillions of miles to be some alligator's Goddamned Whore? Oh, Hell no! Not gonna happen buddy. Not now, not ever." She screamed at him.

"Mariah, relax. Not whore, but Mother. You will be revered in a way you were not on your home planet.
The only drawback will be living pregnant. You will be impregnated every year until you are no longer capable of producing offspring."

"You expect me to....ugh! I thought you were.. advanced. Whatever happened to artificial insemination?" She exclaimed, wandering aimlessly about the room, looking for an escape.

"Artificial insemination and cloning are parts of the reason we look like this today, Mariah. It is time to get back to the basics. You see, our females have mutated in such a way that while they can carry a fetus, they cannot mate. In other words, their vaginal openings have atrophied, while the males of the species have, lets say, been enhanced." Phlent stated proudly. Much too proudly.

Mariah thought about the implications Phlent had spelled out for her. Here she was, a zillion miles away from home, On a planet populated by a variety of mutated humans, and expected to mate with one, if not many of them.

Turning to face her captors, Mariah stood staunchly. " Revered, huh? Enhanced, eh? Hmmm, do you by some chance have a little thing called a paper bag? "