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I stirred as the light in my room was turned on. I rolled over trying to ignore it. It was just an automatic light system that was designed to simulate the day/night cycle of the world. Annoying, but still ignorable. At least the lights were.
“Subject 9, please get dressed and come to the living room.” Said a voice over the intercoms.
I sighed and put on a pair of briefs, humans are so modest for mammals. I walked over to the living room and took a seat on the couch. The TV was playing reruns again. The mirror on the wall behind the TV shimmered as a light was turned on from the other side. I saw two shadowy figures on the other side.
“Sorry to disturb you 9, but we wanted to compare our knowledge about your race to your own. And thank you for wearing some briefs this time.” Said one of them.
“What is it that you want to know? We eat people, we’re bad, and you killed everyone but me.” I said as I stretched out.
“You’ve been fasting for almost a year, your mental clarity should have increased given previous results.”
I sighed, “What exactly do want to know?”
“What’s the earliest memory you have from before having a host?”
“Floating.” I said without hesitation.
“Like in water?”
“No, floating down from the sky.”
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(18 months ago)
It was getting warmer the closer we got the ground. We all had floated aimlessly until the ground was near. That’s when we began to pop. The fragments of spherical forms fell to the ground, and after warming up enough, they melted. The pieces began to move to each other, until a puddle was formed. Given a few moments, the puddles congealed into ooze. The oozes began to slither around the forest floor, bumping into things, each other, all of this while learning how to use their new forms.
(Present day)
“You’re extraterrestrials?” The other figure asked.
“It would seem so.” I replied.
“How did you guys learn about your possession powers?” The first figure asked.
“At first my siblings and I travelled together in search of food. We were tracking a scent that was intoxicating. Turned out it was a couple of college kids on a hunting trip. The two faster of my siblings got them. After realizing what we could do, and the two having their fun, they gathered the rest of us up and drove us to the town that they college kids were from.” I replied.
“This scent that you’re drawn to, is it testosterone?”
“Yes, that’s why we always go after males.”
“That would explain why your kind always goes after young men. The more testosterone the better the meal.”
“That, and perhaps we’re drawn to younger men due to ourselves being fairly young when we pick the initial host.”
“Subject 9, that’s a rather intersting theory. We’ll look into it’s validity. But that brings up another question, who’s you’re initial host?”
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(18 months ago)
My siblings had just dropped me off at the YMCA, they said a lot of food could be found here according to the memories of their hosts. I slithered around the locker room, until I picked up the most alluring scent. I climbed up the lockers and moved thought the slots in the door. Someone had finished a workout and changed clothes. The sweaty clothes were intoxicating to smell. I was in pure bliss while inside of the locker, until I heard it unlock. The owner opened the door and reached for his clothes, but touched me by mistake. He got a puzzeled look on his face, as he began to freeze up. That’s when I learned that our kind was paralytic. I was hungry and remembering what my siblings had done to guys in the woods, I made my way inside of the guy. The first time is the most overwhelming for us, as we get to feel new sensations and experience things from a different perspective. However, the first bonding takes up the most energy, so feeding is required immediately afterwords. The poor guy who happens to be in the nearest vicinity gets to be have that honor. I got lucky and I got a young, smart, and athletic guy to come in to locker room afterwards.
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(Present Day)
“After assimilating the initial host, and consuming the secondary, you shouldn’t have to feed again. Yet some of your kind go on the equilivent of a bender and consume many men. Why?”
“When we consume others, the new hormones and energy we get from the consumption is addicting. The weaker willed ones lose control to this feeding high and let the gluttony take over. The more frequent the feedings, the more we live off of instinct.” I replied, idly checking myself out in the reflection for the TV.
“Yes and that gluttonous frenzy has cost your kind greatly.”
“Are you referring to the cataclysm?” I asked the two.
“Cataclysm?! You mean containment. If you’re kind behaved more like you, there wouldn’t have to be a need for such a defense.”
“Yes, and how many of my kind did you test on until you found something that worked?” I scoffed.
“You’re the only remaining Gen 1 left, your “siblings” died out from the creation of the Gen 2. Your kind doesn’t have any familial ties with each other. And since it was Gen 2 that was used as the basis of our research, none of you’re “kind” was hurt.”
“So that’s why you kept me alive after my capture? I’m the only one of my kind left, the last of my generation?” I said in disbelief.
“Subject 9, you’re invaluable to us due to the generational difference. But that’s not the only reason…”
“Sir…” the other figure said worriedly.
“What possible reason could you- oh.” I said.
After that, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Subject 9, the “cataclysm” was a 98% success. We’ve gathered reports that a Gen 3 had surfaced. By the time we got the suspected hunting grounds, any doubts were gone. A Gen 3 had left the premises and we’re currently looking for him. You’re not last of your kind anymore, but you’re the oldest.”
“Why are you so concerned about this now? Why tell me any of this?” I asked.
“Because of this.” They said, and the TV shifted to show a recording.
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Two college kids were practicing soccer, when one of them tripped the other. The one on the ground got pinned and the tripper began to make out with him. Any struggling stopped as the paralysis kicked in. Before any of the good stuff was shown the screen went blank.
“There may have been only one Gen 3, but he’s spawned Gen 4. It looks like Gen 4 is going to have all of the problems of Gen 2.”
“You still haven’t explained to me why you’re telling me this.”
I was so focused on the two figures, I didn’t hear the sound of a dart hitting me. I removed it, and looked around for the shooter. Any hunger I had in me…. it disappeared?
“Excellent, administering testosterone artificially does provide sustenance to your kind. Hold still for the tracker to be activated. Okay done. You’re coming with us 9, we’re taking in your extended family.”
I stood up confused, I moved to the kitchen for some water, when I heard a voice behind me say “smile”. I turned to see a team of guards holding me at gunpoint, and one of them took a picture of me with their phone.
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