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I WAS AN ALIEN LAB RAT  [By NAME WITHELD]

[This report prepared at the Klaatu Memorial Xenobiology Divsion of Factoid Labs. Text and photos © Copyright 2002 Mack Reed dba Factoid Labs.]

Upon touring the Terran city Los Angeles, I undertook to communicate with some of their scientists and researchers. I had high hopes that a meeting with their finest minds would allow us to explain some of our prior communiqués and share our technology whilst learning something of their primitive, yet remarkable scientific techniques.

It pains me to report that I learned far more than I had ever anticipated.

They graciously began with a tour of their quaintly antiquated laboratory. The laboratory director - a strange-smelling yet somehow beguiling Terran - showed me their equipment, asking me first to register my visit on this chronograph.

Though the machine was innocent-looking enough, I suspect they had prepared its control surfaces with an osmotic neurotoxin, which - upon absorption through my dermal membranes - quickly rendered me pliable for their experiments.

I was summarily scanned for radiation, subjected to a bewildering and discomforting battery of tests and finally forced to endure the most horrific of psychometric examinations.

These continued unabated for several hours and contributed to my extreme disorientation and then, oddly, a spiritual state approaching zneph.

I hallucinated for quite some time, believing at one point that I was beset by vermin and at another that I was Emperor of Mercury.

This last hallucination proved to be my mental breaking point, when clarity returned and it became obvious I was enduring another cruel torture that my captors assured me was "just a test".

At one point the psychotropic effect of their treatments returned with a vengeance and believed myself to be held captive by political zealots and caught up in some elaborate Terran political conflict.

When finally the drugs wore off (and I do have flashbacks to this day), the Terran scientists released me, gave me a mug of the finest brewed yeast-mash intoxicant I have tasted so far in my travels, and bade me a fond farewell.

I should note that while I escaped with my life and my health, two rather unpleasant side effects became apparent when I chanced to catch my reflection in a mirrored surface upon exiting the laboratory.

First, I had aged considerably. And second, I was now pregnant.

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