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differences seemed to be unacceptable to them. He must understand the concept of…skin.
    Why look? Dread overwhelmed him, and the knowledge that deadly hues surrounded him would only be confirmed. He clung to the delusion of safety.
    When the vehicle stopped, the chatter increased to a level requiring tremendous energy to separate the multitude of patterns. After they lifted him, he dared to crack the lids of his optical units—his eyes.
    Oh my!
    Joy over the beautiful overhead sky didn’t last. They carried him into an enclosed structure. Oh, oh, oh . He slammed his eyes shut at the sight of the deadly hue now above him.
    The uncontrolled trembling of the body in which he surged caused the alien jabbering to escalate. A plastic mouth apparatus fed him unneeded oxygen. A creature grabbed his arm, activating his internal scream. He felt a prick, and a micro-thin object sucked fluid. Overwhelmed, he pulled away from the body’s skin and fled internally to hug the cartilage and skeletal frame.
    Rapid verbal exchange commenced. Diluting his color was the catalyst? That seemed probable. They feared the blue of his outer-casing or skin, and when he pulled away, he became a more acceptable hue, which surprised them. He forced himself to draw closer and stabilized around his skin.
    Would looking at them start another frenzy of language? While he finished this thought, he suffered the gentle pressure on his eyes. He held the lids shut, and the confused contact moved to his arm. This unbearable touch had to cease. What could he do to get these creatures off him?
    Reaction produced a counter reaction. There must be a solution.
    The deeper voice barked to another lighter voice. What they called “the needle” pierced his skin to push in liquid. Upon analysis, he concluded it wasn’t a priority.
    He pulled away, allowing the yellowish hue to return to his skin—yes! They released him. Mercifully, he’d pleased them, and their footsteps resonated further back.
    When his eyes cracked open, his horror exploded. Not only was he in an all white shelter, the two departing aliens wore solid death coverings.
    Oh my-my-my—there—escape . The scream strangled in his throat. An exit to the sky sat eight feet away.
    Flexed muscles ripped the restraints. His panicked leap left the needle dangling behind him. One blow shattered the glass, and he flung himself out, unable to comprehend why the white hadn’t moved to take him. Although the out-of-step light and the green he fell toward were irritating, the coverings and walls behind him caused a terror he couldn’t control. He landed eighteen feet below the broken opening and ran.
    The green crushed under his feet until he entered a large paved area. He tried one of two handles facing him on a metallic blue vehicle. With minimal energy, the handle broke clean, and a section opened. He hopped inside the vehicle, forced the door closed, and scanned the area. So far, no white coverings approached.
    The light clung heavily around him, and he noted the enclosed space behind him. He yanked the corner of the seat out, crawled into the trunk, and pushed, then smoothed the metal and fabric back into place. The dark interior gave him a much needed sense of security. The white should have destroyed him. Perhaps this frightening world was so oppressive he’d soon wish it had.
    Time passed, a numerical procession, while his worries churned. He allowed himself to surge, becoming the blue dude he apparently was, and clutched the metal object in his pocket.
    A moment later, his fear decreased and curiosity rose. He took the inert object apart, and put it back together, four times. A communication device he had yet to activate. He wasn’t ready to interact with creatures that coexisted with death. But if he sought out another means to learn other than using the mobile phone, he’d have to leave this illusion of safety.
    Then again, maybe not. Carefree footsteps closed in. The door opened and something