A man in metal - 4
The human is visited by the most illustrious, most articulate captain, who tries to intimidate the human into doing exactly what he was doing.
At the same times, the human is trying to gain more leverage with the space lizards.
Both fail miserably.
Did you know that space lizards write from right to left? Or that most of their words have very little symbols? Interesting stuff. Or it would be interesting if it let me understand anything that is written on these texts on the electronic device that lab coat has just given me. Along with a plastic plate and a plastic glass, and a plastic fork and knife. I wish she would have given me a plastic chair and table to go with it, eating in the floor is not acceptable, and eating in bed is, as my dear grandmother used to say, “For the ill and the lazy bums who don't have any respect or manners". I wonder what she would think about me having sex with space lizards.
Such strange thoughts are going through my mind as I hear the famous steel door open, revealing the lab coat with a sheet. I think. She gets closer to me, hesitantly, and throws the sheet into me.
“Hey, human, you can cover yourself with this. We couldn't find any clothes your size, so you're gonna have to cope."
I realize then that is a couple of bed sheets woven together. Still, it might be enough to put it as a toga or something. I try to work around the intricacies of trying to use a bed sheet as clothes, but I'm gonna need some kind of pin to hold it together, because it is only covering my sides, and not the “important" parts. The lizard is covering her own eyes, I'd assume she's flustered, alien or no, it's still a dude moving around while naked in front of her.
Finally, I manage, with some effort, to get the freaking thing covering everything but my legs and feet. And my head, that too. The lizard seems to sigh and finally looks at me. I'm still surprised she's here is she was so embarrassed.
“What are you looking at? You have your lunch right there! Eat quickly so I can go away, please?"
Ah, I get it now, until I finish lunch she has to be here. I decide to get the big plastic plate that has the other plate and the plastic glass, sit on the bed and open the plate. What appears before my eyes… is meat. It is a perfect cube of brown meat, I wouldn't even try to determine which animal. Please don't be toxic, please don't be toxic…
“Is there a problem?"
Well, actions first, questions later! I grab the fork, which is very small, and try to stab the malevolent meat cube. The fork sinks in the meat like a normal fork would, nothing has exploded or turned on fire, so I guess it'll be fine. I take the meat cube and munch on it. It tastes totally like chicken, but it doesn't really fill me up, it's a very small ration…
“It's too small, isn't it? I thought it would be. I'll have the captain give you two rations at dinner time, and from now on. Oh, and that little device has the educational texts you asked for. I admit I'm surprised that you have shown an interest in our language."
Seems like my sudden interest in space lizard culture and great intellectual pursuits has aroused (He, he, aroused), lab coat's interest.
“Anyways, I have things to do, so I'll leave you here, don't-“
“Don't move from here, I've heard it too many times already. Still not funny"
“O-Ok, the captain will come visit in a hour. A-Also, did you do anything to PA41? He's been talking about this “Glorious experience greater than any drug"."
So the pair of perverts are already shouting their “glorious experience" around. To expect any kind of shame out of those two is a lost cause, but I had thought it would have taken a bit longer.
“No idea, huh? Don't worry, I'm sure PA41 will retransmit that in the worst possible moment. I have a sneaking suspicion on what it is…"
Not like much imagination is needed to determine that. After that statement, lab coat goes out of the room. I think she was a little distraught, though. Well, at least I have more entertainment than watching space. Oh, this symbol looks like a window, and that one looks like a t…
I wonder how much time I spent trying to find letters (Actually, are they even letters?), and then comparing it to things I know. I could have sworn I say one that looked like an ass, but I can't find it anymore. Goddamn it this thing is lizard-size, thank goodness it has a tactile screen. I wonder if I can ask for a tv screen. Or a clock. As I ponder that, the door opens again, and… oh, that's the captain. He's wearing navy blue trousers and black dress shoes, he's even wearing his jacket without the sleeves, kind of floating over his shoulders. He stands in front of me, arms closed and the same stern expression from last time.
“So, human, drek, I think?"
“Derek"
“Yeah, excuse me. Ehh, as I was saying…"
This guy… is he trying to pose in front of me? He still hasn't gotten his arms out of that very tense cross position, and he's taking forever to say anything, as if he was thinking about every phrase beforehand. Hmm…
“As you can see, your… situation is inescapable, this mighty vessel may be a science scout, but it has the ultimate in security! Fingerprint locks, oxygen redistribution services, tissue replicators and even a terrarium! It's truly a beauty! Even if you… were able to exit this containment room, you would not be able to get to the cockpit, and even if you… accomplished such a feat, the controls are also fingerprint restricted!"
Hearing him gloating about his ship when everyone else didn't seems off.
“Excuse me, captain?"
“Eh!? Don't interrupt me!"
Immediate reaction. He drops his “too cool for school" pose and puts his arms in front of him like a nervous schoolgirl who is being lectured. Funny, I wasn't expecting that.
“Ehem, what I mean to say is, there is no point to resist or try to escape, you will only manage to get trapped in space forever stranded."
Ok, I feel really tempted to have some fun with this dude. But maybe I shouldn't, who knows what could happen? But, on the other hand, this guy has the authority of the ship, I may be able to better my conditions if I work him up a little. Hmmm…
“Do you understand what you have been told, Derek?"
“Well, I don't know, I guess I'll have to take your word for it. It's not like I've seen the rest of the ship, so I can't really tell if it's true or not."
“You're not getting out of this room. I already had to be convinced to let you out of those straps, there's no way I'm letting you out of the containment room!"
He had to be convinced? I make a mental note to ask the other two how they convinced him. Wait, maybe… oh, I'm about to do something very frisky, let's see if it works.
“Of course you can take my words, I'm speaking to you! What does that mean anyway?"
Apparently “taking words for it" is not in their vocabulary, but right now I'm interested in something else than linguistics. I carefully put my hands inside my toga-bedsheet, and I start rubbing on my dick. He can't see what I'm doing because of the sheet, but soon I'm going to see if my “More glorious than any drug" smell can affect him too. Oh, he asked a question, eh…
“Taking a word is human for when you're saying something, but you haven't proven that it is true, so in reality, I don't have to believe it's true."
“But I'm telling you it is!"
“I just don't trust you, man, it's the first time you have talked to me!"
“What? I'm the fucking captain! You listen to what I fucking have to say!"
Oh, wow, he really got worked up with that one. I should be more careful or he'll put me in straps again. Still, between me slowly touching my own junk and the fact that I haven't had a shower, I should be smelling like an animal. Let's see if it does anything.
“Ok, ok, I'm sorry! I just want to see the ship, ok?"
“Well it's not going to happen, you hear me?"
“I promise not to touch anything; I just want to look at it!"
“I said no, and that's final!"
It's still not doing anything, maybe if I stand up and put his face in my crotch it will work. Maybe this was a stupid idea, after all.
“What are you doing? You think just because you're big you can do what you want?"
He actually goes around and jump onto the bed, to try to match my height, that's so funny, he's almost at it, but he's still one head below me. I don't even know what to say to that.
“I'll say it again, you do not get to get out of here, you hear me?"
Damnit, this proves that I don't have magical mind control capabilities on these people. And here I was so hopeful.
“I get it."
“Good. Now I'm going to get dinner. Don't try anything dangerous."
The lizard moves down from the bed, and storms out of the room. I hear him puffing, was he that angry? Or wait, did it actually work, that's why he wanted to get out? Damnit, I should have just gone for it. Well, I'll have another chance at dinner.