My car stalled on Interstate 75. A shadow crossed my windshield. I regained consciousness in a dark room, shrouded in shadows with a shimmering silver light boring through my eyes and into my brain. My bowels throbbed like a volcano rumbling to erupt. Next to me stood a spindly gray creature with limbs as thin as a spider’s and his hand between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I shouted.
His almond eyes painted his face. “Feeding you.”
“We eat with our mouths.”
He withdrew the device, powered down. “That explains the noticeable absence of thought in your species’ conversation.”