"Alien ... and yet not" (closed)

I can feel the reanimation sequence nearing completion. I can form thoughts and run through my mind -- my Human mind -- the Program's standard Consciousness test questions. But hard as I try, I can not force my body -- my Human body -- to move to my commands.

I am tired...



Later, I am able to rise from my prone position. I am unsteady, but I stand on my Human legs, lift my Human arms, turn my Human head upon my Human neck. I have coverings on my body. Clothes, I remember being told. The Humans wear clothing, though not all Humans were the same clothing.

The Orientation Team has been sending my kind down to Earth for three of the planet's centuries ... so they -- the OT -- know more than I do about Humans. Knew more than I do, I think, as I feel my brain ... how do I describe it ... powering up? I can feel it filling with information. Most is basic data about the planet, but some is about Humans in particular, particularly their customs, their rituals, their interactions with one another, their ...

Clothing, I think as I look down to my Human body and the coverings hiding it. Or ... actually ... not hiding it. As data continues to flood my brain, I try to focus on a particular branch of thought, and after a moment, my lips spread wide.

"This body looks good," I speak aloud, hearing my Human voice for the first time.

I flinch at the sound of ... laughter, yes... and look up to see another Human a short distance from me. This Human, I quickly understand, is a female of the species ... a child bearer ... holder of the Human's future. And she is wearing no clothes at all.

"Yes, it does look good, baby," she says turning away from me and reentering a small room attached to the larger room in which I stand. She looks at me in the reflection of the ... mirror ... and stuffs a short, colorful object ... tooth brush ... into her mouth as she studies me. Even as she is moving the object about, causing a foamy lather to fill her mouth, she says to me, "That's why you're here ... and that's why my phone's been buzzing itself off the night stand for the last hour ... with texts from the bachelorette party girls. They all want to know if you were as good dancing in bed as you were dancing on top of that coffee table."

I do not remember dancing or a coffee table, let alone dancing atop the latter. But my mind -- rapidly approaching full download -- quickly comes to the educated conclusion that the Human male I have inhabited was some form of entertainment -- erotic entertainment -- for this gathering of which the female speaks.

"Was I?" I ask.

The clothes-less female leans over a depression in the horizontal surface before her, discharging the foaming lather...

A jolt of ... not electricity, but ... understanding ... causes me to flinch, grimace even. I realize that the download is complete ... or ... as complete as it can be. This Human's brain is incapable of storing even a slight percentage of the information the OT was trying to force into it. But, I can tell by the messages flowing from my brain's subconscious to the conscious that it contains the information about Human social interaction knowledge -- as well as other data -- that the OT thinks I need to accomplish my mission.

I look back to the clothe-less female leaning over the depression in the horizontal surface and reformulate the thought, arriving at the naked woman leaning over the bathroom sink to spit out tooth paste.

She looks at me in the mirror and asks, "Were you what?"

I respond with my more complete data, vocabulary, and understanding of this particular Human culture's social methods, "Was I a good fuck?"

The woman cocks her head and smiles. "You were a great fuck. Which, to be honest, surprises me. Most male strippers I meet are either gay or compensating for their ... lack of good fucking-ness."

I mimic her head tilt, asking with a sincere tone, "Is that a word...? Fucking-ness? I do not know this word."

She finishes brushing her teeth and returns to the larger room -- the motel bedroom -- and begins donning her clothes. "It is now, baby. Listen ... I've had my fun ... and you've been paid ... so..."

She looks away -- toward my clothes scattered across the room -- and I understand that this encounter is completed. I begin dressing, and soon we are each fully dressed and looking at one another. She dons a more serious expression and asks, "Listen ... I, um ... I'm not going to have any problems with you, am I?"

"Problems?"

"You know ... when I walk out this door..." she says, pointing over her shoulder with a hand that bears a large diamond ring. My brain tells me the stone indicates she is socially attached to another Human in a way contrary to the interaction -- interactions, plural! -- that she had with this Human male during the past hours. She continues, "...you're going to forget who I am, right? I ... I had a friend who had an issue with a--"

"I do not know who you are," I cut in. I speak these words because, one, I truly do not know who she is; and, two, I understand that she is indicating no desire for any further contact with me, or at least with this Human male. "You will never see or hear from me again. I vow this."

"Vow this...?" she repeats with a smile. She picks up her purse and says, "The room is paid for, and check out isn't for another six hours, so ... why don't you and Blondie stick around for a while ... have some more fun."

As she opens the door and leaves, I ask, "Who is Blondie?"

It isn't until after she leaves that I hear movement behind me. I turn to find another Human female rising from the floor beyond the bed. She rises, revealing yet another naked, look good body...



This role play is open to a female writer willing to write at least a Human character and, if you wish, an alien character as well. To join, please PM your interest. I will look at your work and, if satisfied, will open my arms to you.

The basic story line is about 2 aliens sent to Earth to look investigate the planet and its Humans. There will be a story: this is not just one long continuous fuck-fest.

The second female in the story above will be the Human female who becomes primary in the Alien Male's story. We can introduce a female Alien for you if you wish or, if you aren't interested in writing two characters, I can write the female alien, too.

I am looking for a writer who fits these criteria:

1. Female, obviously.
2. First person, present tense. It's the only way I role play.
3. Open to short posts, sometimes as little as 30 words. (#2 and #3, I think, make the role play a little more real, a little more now, a little more reactive to events occurring around you. In real life, we don't always think and act in 3 paragraphs or more ... even though some of us, including myself, should.)
4. At least 20 posts a week. (Since they can be short, 20 is not asking for a lot.)
5. Spell checks and proper punctuation. (That means that role playing on your phone just got more difficult.)