When
Martians Conquered Earth
A man wakes up tied to a strange bed and discovers he understands nothing, as weird beings out of nowhere, some green, some white, are studying him and adapt him to a new order. Then he is released and told about hsi new duties, which cahnge his life totally.
This story is similar to Ecolgenia's Redemption (by the sma author), though the picture goes far being regarding hardship and unhopefulness, even if at the end there is ground for deeper thought. This is a much shorter story.
The index is as follows:
Now you can read a fragment of the story, chapter 8th out of he 20 of them, when there is the end of the plan of the story and we are about to see the confict in the plot. I hope you are interested enigh to wonder where all this leads to. In fact it leads to three different endings, so tht you can choose the one you like most.
Christmas… Now, when man is no longer the dominant species there will be Christmas never again. There’ll be no more Christmas, Magician Kings, Father Christmas, compulsory education, countries and cultures, and also wars. It was fine: he liked the idea: human being is so destructive that for war to be ended humanity had to be done with, at least as the dominant species in the planet. Now Earth belonged to beings who had given men so many explanations as they had given earlier to hens or silk worms. He had not paid much attention at the way those aliens were, because he had been sedated for days, without paying any attention to him, he thought. The same attention he had paid to silk worms when, as a child, his parents let him have them in a cardboard box. He brought them mulberry leaves for them to eat every day. Till one day he could not find them and gave them ficus leaves instead. He put them in the silk worm box and sat to watch them. But the worms did not like those leaves and did not eat them, but starved to death, instead.
Will he also die because his master or mistress did not know how to take care of him? That thought tormented him for hours. And then he shrugged his shoulders: he no longer was the owner of his destiny. Now his destiny was controlled by the alien looking after him. He pondered on the idea that nothing ensured that aliens behaved on the same way as humans: is there such a thing as alien money? Well, if it existed, would he, himself, be bought, or would he be auctioned?
Pondering on this, and among dreams, he saw them entering his dwelling, several of those masked beings, in both colors, white and green. They uncovered him again, raising the blanket covering him, and touched him everywhere. One of those creatures put the catheter out of his penis, what made him feel a tickling sensation which caused a new erection in him. He thought they would touch his erection again, but that did not happen. While they were touching his chest with a suction pad, he ejaculated spontaneously. Those beings made an intense noise and locked his organ into a sort of long, curve test tube with which they caught every drop they could. Then they put the tube against the light to see that it had filled 25% of a glass. They summoned his female Martian to clean him and change the cloth on which he lay and then they put the catheter back into him with a lot of difficulty, because his erection was still on. Then they covered him with that rough blanket and went away. They must have injected something on him, because he fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again there was beside him that sad-eyed blond woman. He was glad to see that they had not eaten her yet. Perhaps they had chosen her for reproduction. How would thouse creatures call human breeding for their tables, restaurants or private fridges, microwaves or other kind of ovens? Supposing that they did not eat humans uncooked, just like humans eat, or ate, oysters… Cattle? The new masters would have cattle or flocks of humans, or wold they breed them in farms like those with cows he had seen years ago?
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