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Posted by Archosaur on June 20, 2009, 8:42 pm, in reply to "Re: Land of the Lost: Fan Fiction"
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Gastric Visitors
Hearing movement, Dr. Marshall swings the flashlight around to discover three small bald alien forms, gently reclining against the undulating stomach flesh. These extraterrestrial explorers had been examining a space time phenomenon which had then sucked their spaceship through a vortex to crash in this strange dimension. The tyrannosaurus had little difficulty ripping open the plastic-metal shell of their flying saucer in order to lap up the flailing treats within. Now, in spite of all of their technology, vast intellect, and psychic powers, they were trapped here, doomed to be just more nutrients for the massive reptile.
“Hel-lo” Bagan Dr. Marshall, speaking slowly and loudly, as if speaking to an imbecile or small child rather than extraterrestrial intelligences, “I-am-Doc-tor-Will-am-Mar-shall. I-come-in-peace. I-mean-you-no-harm.” Sensing that this was THE moment, contact with extraterrestrial intelligence, Dr. Marshall stepped forward slowly, hand outreached. The orchestral melody of “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” (also used in 2001 Space Odyssey) begins to build to a crescendo. “This is one small step for-“. The music screeches to a halt as the doctor slips and falls face first into a pile of digestive slime. One alien turns to the other and says, telepathically, “There is no intelligent life on this planet.”
Sitting up, sputtering, Dr.Marshall notices that the aliens appear to be blistered and burned. “Let me take a look at that. Now-just-because-I-am-a-doc-tor-does-not-mean-I-am-a-licensced-pshyscian.” When he touches the alien’s skin, the blisters pop and he finds himself holding a wet, grey, piece of flesh. “Yuck! Yuck-yuck-yuckity-yuck!” Dr. Marshall jumps about the belly shaking his hand desperately.
One of the aliens turns to the other. “We’re doomed it says”. “Our memories and psychie will be lost out here with the demise of our bodies” worries another. “Fear not” says the third, “We shall transfer our memories and psyche to this great creature, as it is clearly the most advanced entity we have seen here thus far. Thus, when we are digested, neither our bodies, nor our psyches will truly be lost.” “We concur” said the other two.
The aliens meditate peacefully, transferring the sum of their thousands of years of knowledge to the massive reptile. Then, Dr, Marshall gasps in horror as he watches their small bodies bubble, melt, and then drain away, liquefied into nutrition for the leviathan. “Nooooo!” he screams, as the aliens merge with the dinosaur, happy to be finally reunited with another entity.
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