Date:         Thu, 22 Aug 1996 12:12:40 EST
From: CJ Vaughan <Chris.Vaughn@SSA.GOV>
Subject:      INT: The Hub: Billy Langtree is Abducted!

     Billy sat on a rock to rest and looked up at the evening sky.  Venus
     twinkled on the horizon, reminding him of how much he missed his home.
     Suddenly he was engulfed in a pale-green light.

     "Whut th..."

     Billy awoke on a cold, metal table.  His clothing had been removed and
     strange devices were attached to all parts of his body.  An alien with
     a massive head and one small, red eye waddled over to Billy and
     examined him.  "Rzmak."

     "Whut did yuh say?"  Billy had been dealing with some strange accents
     of late, but this one was too far out, even for him.

     Then the alien twisted a dial on a metal machine hanging from its neck
     on a chain.  "There, is this better, earthling?  I am Monudo, and this
     is my compatriot, Marenko.  We come from a distant galaxy to study you
     puny creatures.  We have decided to make you our slave by wiping your
     mind."

     "The devil y' say?"

     "The accent will have to go as well."

     The second alien walked over and attached a bathroom plunger to
     Billy's head.  "Begin sucking, now," it said.

     The first alien pulled a lever and Billy felt his memories begin to
     drain away.  A few seconds later he was on empty.

     "Is that it?"  The first alien squeezed Billy's head like a melon.
     "It's already empty?  This human didn't use much of his mind for
     storage."

     "Perhaps he has an external hard drive and has downloaded his
     knowledge?"

     "Frak.  If that's the case he will not make an acceptable slave.  We
     should send him back, now."

     "Agreed."

     They woke Billy up.  He looked up at them with a blank stare.  "Who am
     I?"  He said, in a perfect, mid-western accent.

     "You are Billy...  Billy...  uh..."  The alien looked around for
     inspiration but found none.

     "Number 32," the second alien offered.

     "I'm Billy Number 32?"

     "That is correct."

     "Thank you."

     With that the aliens beamed him back to his rock - changed forever...

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