I looked out the window toward the distant cityscape. Dorm-shaped buildings and trees were seen through the pink fog. Several, bubble-like vehicles were flying toward the city.
“The flying thing is called rumpom,” said Clive through telepathy. His voice was so clear that I thought he was in the room. “By the way, what do you think of the Director of Research Center? Isn’t he generous? Stopping by to see a humble one like you?”
“That tells how important I am to him.”
“You should feel honored.”
Seconds later, Clive came in the room, ordering, “Follow me. I will show you your temporary quarters.”
I followed him out to the hall. While walking across the hall toward a corridor, he said, “This is the Research Center for Extraterrestrials.”
I was rattled by a fresh anger that they tested on me without my knowledge for several days. I fought my impulse to grab his neck and shake.
“Just be grateful for our hospitality.”
When we reached a door he said again, “This is your quarters. Take a look.”
I took a swift glance around the scantly furnished small quarters. So much for an Assistant Chief of Security Department of Makumba. I scoffed. “What did you do to my…?” I was going to ask him what they did to my friends then I realized I was supposed to not remember anything. Not my friends, nor my past.
(–from THE SPACE HERMITS)