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Lights flashing vividly, an eerily heavy feeling, unable to move or to even blink; that’s what it feels like when you’re strapped down to a cold, metal table, in the middle of what appears to be a high class hospital. Or at least to the heavily drugged man it seemed to be a hospital. In truth he had no idea where he was, or when he had been picked up by whatever medical unit that had come for him; all he could remember was that he had been shot. He was a sniper out fighting for his country in Vietnam, and somewhere along the line the enemy had caught wind of his unit when they were at their most vulnerable; he had been to slow when getting to his gun. So it was only to be expected that he was shot down, and how he had survived he had yet to discover; all he knew was that he was strapped down to a table, with brightly colored lights constantly blinking over his head.

Everything was dead silent, if a fly had been buzzing around at the other end of the room he would have heard it clearly; whatever drug they had used on him had apparently heightened every sense but touch. But that silence faded as an automatic door slid open somewhere out of sight, and loud, somewhat wet footsteps started to head in his direction. It almost sounded like someone was walking around wearing the swimming flippers that scuba divers wore, and there was something else different about the room now that there was sound inside; there was an oddly fishy smell drifting throughout the air. Perhaps, he thought that he had simply been picked up by local fishermen and brought to a private clinic; but that idea flew out the window when the smelly persons face came into view. An ugly, warped, almost snakelike face, protruding from a long wormy neck, suddenly appeared out of the blue as the man lay there thinking on the table; he would have screamed had he been able to open his mouth.

Its eyes were catlike in a sense, but their pupils were yellow while their irises were black or maybe dark blue; the poor lighting tended to make certain colors appear to be black. The visible texture of the creature’s skin made it obvious that it was amphibious, and the color backed up the idea; white on the part facing him, blue on the opposite side. When the creature opened its mouth as if to speak, the noise that came out was far too inaudible to describe in words; only an inadequate description could be thought of. The noise contained a partial hiss, and the main sound could be compared to the ringing that was left in someone's ears after they had been electrocuted while sticking their fingers in a light socket. The noise aside, the most intimidating aspect about the creature was roughly tied between its sharp, bearlike teeth, and its long, barbed tongue; at least now he knew what he had been picked up for.

In simple words, he was dinner, or brunch depending on what time it was; he couldn't look down at his watch to find out. Again the sound of an automatic door opening and closing rang through the room, and the sound of more wet, floppy feet started up; three more of the slimy skinned creatures came into view a moment later. Apparently he was to be a family meal, though there probably wouldn't be enough of him to go around; as soon as that thought sprang up in his head, the table below him burst with light out of the blue. The new light brought forth a better, unexpected look at the room he happened to be in; tools of various forms dangled above his body eerily. A new idea popped into his mind upon seeing this; perhaps he wasn't their meal, maybe he was taken for the same reasons that scientists took a newly discovered Platypus back home with them.

That reason was dissection; they were going to cut him apart, figure out what made him tick, then dump his body off somewhere and cover their tracks; at least he couldn't feel anything. Then one of creatures lifted its hands into view when it reached for a tool that resembled a scalpel; six boney fingers adorned the appendage, and at the end of each of them long, white, talons shone maliciously. Fear flooded his senses when the creature, no, the monster, pressed the end of that blade against his tender flesh, and cut deep within his body. He could faintly feel the warmth of his blood as it rushed out of the wound on his chest, pooling around his body, and his fear deepened further when he realized that while he felt no pain from his injury, he could still feel the blade as it moved within his body. This was an odd feeling, it felt similar to the sensation of biting down on your lip after the dentist numbed your face up with that skin numbing serum; there was no pain but you were still aware of your wound.

After the creature finished with its incision, it lifted the chest shaped segment of skin away from the muscle hidden beneath it, then handed the limp, bloodied segment of his body off to one of the other monsters standing across from it. Then the three that appeared just before the horror started each tore off a portion of the skin they had been given, and chomped down on his meat hungrily; they seemed to enjoy his taste. The sound they made while eating was sickening; they were grinding their teeth, and he could see his flesh being chewed into a mush before they finally swallowed. Bile rose in the back of his throat upon witnessing this, and a new realization burst past his mental barriers; he wasn't just being dissected, he was being sampled like a new brand of coffee. Along with that, he began piecing other bits of information together as the creature with the tool cut into his chest once more, and the image of his partially mutilated body appeared in light as if on television in the ceiling above him.

The table, his lack of memory, the lights, the monsters standing over him and cutting into his body like he was just a piece of meat; the creature pushed its fingers into the incision and pulled his chest open roughly. His inability to move; no human, no earth-bound drug available to the common man could possibly be capable of doing such things to him; the blade was pressed against his abdomen, and the rest of his entrails were exposed to his very eyes. He was not in any man-made vessel, and these creatures were not native to his planet; the alien reached for his small intestine and yanked it out mercilessly, splashing blood on his face in the process. Anguish flooded his system upon feeling the warmth of his blood on his face, and he attempted in vain to blink the red substance out of his eyes as he put that last piece of information together. He had been abducted by alien’s intent on using his species as their food source, they had already given him proof of his suspicions; why else would they be eating him a small portion at a time?

Again the beasts tore away their shares of his body, and bit into it hungrily, blood dripping off their slimy, blue jaws; again the disgusting sound of his body being eaten filled the room. He had no choice but to continue to watch the live horror show as this process of product sampling continued on; they ate his large and small intestines, and didn't seem to care whether or not they contained fecal matter. They gulped down his bladder, contents and all; though a good deal of that substance fell to the floor with a splash. Next went his gallbladder; they took a great deal of time chewing on that as if the organ were made of rubber. Then went his pancreas, small as it was; they simply took turns nibbling on that, doing their best to get a good taste of it.

Then they ripped out his kidneys, and he once again began trying to bring his body back to life, desperate for escape. When they put those bean shaped organs in their mouths, they spat them out; it as if they were children refusing to eat their Brussels sprouts. For a moment the man felt vaguely insulted; if they were going to devour him, the least they could do is eat every last scrap of him; but that thought was probably brought about due to blood loss. After spitting out the organ that they didn't appear to like, the three that had been eating him lent down and rid themselves of the foul taste in their mouths by lapping at the blood that had pooled inside his chest cavity with their barbed tongues greedily. They made sure to savor every drop, even going so far as to scrape at his sides with their rough, razor like tongues before they resumed their task of eating his insides; the next to go was his liver.

By this point the man could clearly taste his own blood in the back of his mouth, and he could tell that he no longer had any chance of survival; that taste in his mouth was then replaced by one of plastic, as a long tube was shoved down his throat. The tool drained the fluid that threatened to drown him, forcing him to live in this state horror as he desperately fought against the drugs that kept him so very still. It was when they did that, that he realized just how cruel these creatures were; they wanted to keep him alive until his body couldn't naturally sustain itself; they wanted him to endure his fear. They loved the taste of his liver, and gulped it down like cats drinking warm cream fresh from the cow; or like dogs eating rotting meat that had been left out in the sun for days. After they finished eating his liver, they licked at their fingers with bloodstained tongues hungrily in order to get every last piece of that organ; they weren't going to waste any part of it.

Next to be torn from his body was his stomach, and like his intestines they ate that contents and all; not that it was anything more than a balloon stuffed with pre-chewed food in the first place. Next went his lungs, and without those necessary breathing organs he would only have a few minutes to live, a few minutes left to endure his fear. By now he was gasping for breath, his mouth opening and closing desperately as he attempted to breathe once more; and apparently the drug had begun to wear off. Small twinges of pain started to run up and down his spine, and he threw his arms into the air in a state of panic, only to have them held down by the aliens as they watched him in amusement. The air grew paper thin as his life rapidly left his being, but he clung to life, to his very existence as a person.

When he passed none would know what happened to him, he would be just another name chiseled into a grave with no body, no physical evidence of his existence to back it up; a new realization came to him after he felt that twinge of utter longing. That was why they took him; his country was at war, lost bodies were not out of the ordinary; who would ever think that his disappearance was caused by hungry alien beasts who sought to use his people as a food source? Absolutely no one; these creatures knew that, and that was the reason that they could take their sweet time devouring him; they had no reason to rush. That was his final thought, and his final image was that of his heart being ripped out of his dying body; but for a few seconds after that he stayed alive, and was able to watch as that source of life beat rhythmically in the monsters boney hand. That was a terrifying death indeed; one that many people had already experienced at the hands of these creatures, one that more people would inevitably endure.

With the man dead, the aliens finished up with their task rather hastily; they ate his eyes, which popped in their mouths like gushers; sweet and sticky as corn syrup. They tore out and ate tongue, a very tender portion of meat indeed, they must have enjoyed it. At last they removed his brain, pumping it out with a tube before they drank it like a thick, runny smoothie. From there they continued eating the other parts of his body that they had skipped, such as his appendix and gender organs, chowing down on his insides like vultures out on the savanna. Then, after they had consumed every edible portion of his body, everything from his skin down to his entrails, muscles and tendons, leaving nothing left but his bones; they dumped his remains in the ocean, where it would be consumed by the fish that inhabited its cold, salty waters.

Their task now complete, the creatures moved to their machines and took note of everything they had discovered about the taste of the human, entering every symbol in key detail to what they had experienced, and then sent a message back to their home planet. A planet that was located over six hundred million miles away from where they were hidden, one that was highly feared in their solar system. That very message is listed below; translated as best as possible into the English language.

"The humans have at last reached their edible stage in evolution; the time is now upon us. They are now ready for the harvest…”

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Lights flashing vividly, an eerily heavy feeling, unable to move or to even blink; that’s what it feels like when you’re strapped down to a cold, metal table, in the middle of what appears to be a high class hospital. Or at least to the heavily drugged man it seemed to be a hospital. In truth he had no idea where he was, or when he had been picked up by whatever medical unit that had come for him; all he could remember was that he had been shot. He was a sniper out fighting for his country in Vietnam, and somewhere along the line the enemy had caught wind of his unit when they were at their most vulnerable; he had been to slow when getting to his gun. So it was only to be expected that he was shot down, and how he had survived he had yet to discover; all he knew was that he was strapped down to a table, with brightly colored lights constantly blinking over his head.

Everything was dead silent, if a fly had been buzzing around at the other end of the room he would have heard it clearly; whatever drug they had used on him had apparently heightened every sense but touch. But that silence faded as an automatic door slid open somewhere out of sight, and loud, somewhat wet footsteps started to head in his direction. It almost sounded like someone was walking around wearing the swimming flippers that scuba divers wore, and there was something else different about the room now that there was sound inside; there was an oddly fishy smell drifting throughout the air. Perhaps, he thought that he had simply been picked up by local fishermen and brought to a private clinic; but that idea flew out the window when the smelly persons face came into view. An ugly, warped, almost snakelike face, protruding from a long wormy neck, suddenly appeared out of the blue as the man lay there thinking on the table; he would have screamed had he been able to open his mouth.

Its eyes were catlike in a sense, but their pupils were yellow while their irises were black or maybe dark blue; the poor lighting tended to make certain colors appear to be black. The visible texture of the creature’s skin made it obvious that it was amphibious, and the color backed up the idea; white on the part facing him, blue on the opposite side. When the creature opened its mouth as if to speak, the noise that came out was far too inaudible to describe in words; only an inadequate description could be thought of. The noise contained a partial hiss, and the main sound could be compared to the ringing that was left in someone's ears after they had been electrocuted while sticking their fingers in a light socket. The noise aside, the most intimidating aspect about the creature was roughly tied between its sharp, bearlike teeth, and its long, barbed tongue; at least now he knew what he had been picked up for.

In simple words, he was dinner, or brunch depending on what time it was; he couldn't look down at his watch to find out. Again the sound of an automatic door opening and closing rang through the room, and the sound of more wet, floppy feet started up; three more of the slimy skinned creatures came into view a moment later. Apparently he was to be a family meal, though there probably wouldn't be enough of him to go around; as soon as that thought sprang up in his head, the table below him burst with light out of the blue. The new light brought forth a better, unexpected look at the room he happened to be in; tools of various forms dangled above his body eerily. A new idea popped into his mind upon seeing this; perhaps he wasn't their meal, maybe he was taken for the same reasons that scientists took a newly discovered Platypus back home with them.

That reason was dissection; they were going to cut him apart, figure out what made him tick, then dump his body off somewhere and cover their tracks; at least he couldn't feel anything. Then one of creatures lifted its hands into view when it reached for a tool that resembled a scalpel; six boney fingers adorned the appendage, and at the end of each of them long, white, talons shone maliciously. Fear flooded his senses when the creature, no, the monster, pressed the end of that blade against his tender flesh, and cut deep within his body. He could faintly feel the warmth of his blood as it rushed out of the wound on his chest, pooling around his body, and his fear deepened further when he realized that while he felt no pain from his injury, he could still feel the blade as it moved within his body. This was an odd feeling, it felt similar to the sensation of biting down on your lip after the dentist numbed your face up with that skin numbing serum; there was no pain but you were still aware of your wound.

After the creature finished with its incision, it lifted the chest shaped segment of skin away from the muscle hidden beneath it, then handed the limp, bloodied segment of his body off to one of the other monsters standing across from it. Then the three that appeared just before the horror started each tore off a portion of the skin they had been given, and chomped down on his meat hungrily; they seemed to enjoy his taste. The sound they made while eating was sickening; they were grinding their teeth, and he could see his flesh being chewed into a mush before they finally swallowed. Bile rose in the back of his throat upon witnessing this, and a new realization burst past his mental barriers; he wasn't just being dissected, he was being sampled like a new brand of coffee. Along with that, he began piecing other bits of information together as the creature with the tool cut into his chest once more, and the image of his partially mutilated body appeared in light as if on television in the ceiling above him.

The table, his lack of memory, the lights, the monsters standing over him and cutting into his body like he was just a piece of meat; the creature pushed its fingers into the incision and pulled his chest open roughly. His inability to move; no human, no earth-bound drug available to the common man could possibly be capable of doing such things to him; the blade was pressed against his abdomen, and the rest of his entrails were exposed to his very eyes. He was not in any man-made vessel, and these creatures were not native to his planet; the alien reached for his small intestine and yanked it out mercilessly, splashing blood on his face in the process. Anguish flooded his system upon feeling the warmth of his blood on his face, and he attempted in vain to blink the red substance out of his eyes as he put that last piece of information together. He had been abducted by alien’s intent on using his species as their food source, they had already given him proof of his suspicions; why else would they be eating him a small portion at a time?

Again the beasts tore away their shares of his body, and bit into it hungrily, blood dripping off their slimy, blue jaws; again the disgusting sound of his body being eaten filled the room. He had no choice but to continue to watch the live horror show as this process of product sampling continued on; they ate his large and small intestines, and didn't seem to care whether or not they contained fecal matter. They gulped down his bladder, contents and all; though a good deal of that substance fell to the floor with a splash. Next went his gallbladder; they took a great deal of time chewing on that as if the organ were made of rubber. Then went his pancreas, small as it was; they simply took turns nibbling on that, doing their best to get a good taste of it.

Then they ripped out his kidneys, and he once again began trying to bring his body back to life, desperate for escape. When they put those bean shaped organs in their mouths, they spat them out; it as if they were children refusing to eat their Brussels sprouts. For a moment the man felt vaguely insulted; if they were going to devour him, the least they could do is eat every last scrap of him; but that thought was probably brought about due to blood loss. After spitting out the organ that they didn't appear to like, the three that had been eating him lent down and rid themselves of the foul taste in their mouths by lapping at the blood that had pooled inside his chest cavity with their barbed tongues greedily. They made sure to savor every drop, even going so far as to scrape at his sides with their rough, razor like tongues before they resumed their task of eating his insides; the next to go was his liver.

By this point the man could clearly taste his own blood in the back of his mouth, and he could tell that he no longer had any chance of survival; that taste in his mouth was then replaced by one of plastic, as a long tube was shoved down his throat. The tool drained the fluid that threatened to drown him, forcing him to live in this state horror as he desperately fought against the drugs that kept him so very still. It was when they did that, that he realized just how cruel these creatures were; they wanted to keep him alive until his body couldn't naturally sustain itself; they wanted him to endure his fear. They loved the taste of his liver, and gulped it down like cats drinking warm cream fresh from the cow; or like dogs eating rotting meat that had been left out in the sun for days. After they finished eating his liver, they licked at their fingers with bloodstained tongues hungrily in order to get every last piece of that organ; they weren't going to waste any part of it.

Next to be torn from his body was his stomach, and like his intestines they ate that contents and all; not that it was anything more than a balloon stuffed with pre-chewed food in the first place. Next went his lungs, and without those necessary breathing organs he would only have a few minutes to live, a few minutes left to endure his fear. By now he was gasping for breath, his mouth opening and closing desperately as he attempted to breathe once more; and apparently the drug had begun to wear off. Small twinges of pain started to run up and down his spine, and he threw his arms into the air in a state of panic, only to have them held down by the aliens as they watched him in amusement. The air grew paper thin as his life rapidly left his being, but he clung to life, to his very existence as a person.

When he passed none would know what happened to him, he would be just another name chiseled into a grave with no body, no physical evidence of his existence to back it up; a new realization came to him after he felt that twinge of utter longing. That was why they took him; his country was at war, lost bodies were not out of the ordinary; who would ever think that his disappearance was caused by hungry alien beasts who sought to use his people as a food source? Absolutely no one; these creatures knew that, and that was the reason that they could take their sweet time devouring him; they had no reason to rush. That was his final thought, and his final image was that of his heart being ripped out of his dying body; but for a few seconds after that he stayed alive, and was able to watch as that source of life beat rhythmically in the monsters boney hand. That was a terrifying death indeed; one that many people had already experienced at the hands of these creatures, one that more people would inevitably endure.

With the man dead, the aliens finished up with their task rather hastily; they ate his eyes, which popped in their mouths like gushers; sweet and sticky as corn syrup. They tore out and ate tongue, a very tender portion of meat indeed, they must have enjoyed it. At last they removed his brain, pumping it out with a tube before they drank it like a thick, runny smoothie. From there they continued eating the other parts of his body that they had skipped, such as his appendix and gender organs, chowing down on his insides like vultures out on the savanna. Then, after they had consumed every edible portion of his body, everything from his skin down to his entrails, muscles and tendons, leaving nothing left but his bones; they dumped his remains in the ocean, where it would be consumed by the fish that inhabited its cold, salty waters.

Their task now complete, the creatures moved to their machines and took note of everything they had discovered about the taste of the human, entering every symbol in key detail to what they had experienced, and then sent a message back to their home planet. A planet that was located over six hundred million miles away from where they were hidden, one that was highly feared in their solar system. That very message is listed below; translated as best as possible into the English language.

"The humans have at last reached their edible stage in evolution; the time is now upon us. They are now ready for the harvest…”