Chapter Ten: New Civilizations

I woke up on that bed in the hospital place. At least this time gun happy idiot is not in my face. I sit up and look around. On the beds around me are my friends awake and looking at my bed. They sit up with a smile "Christy!"

I smile back at them, "hey guys so what are these kidnappers planning to do to us?"

Before they can answer I hear the door open and a bald man in red clothes enter the room. He strides over to the beds we occupy and stands in front of us. He has a stern look on his face as he addresses us. "Hello I am the captain of this ship. I understand that you were found in a type of ship and that you were the only survivors…."

"What do you mean the only survivors our families were in there too and they are only asleep!?" I interrupted him with a queasy feeling in my stomach.

He scowled at first when I interrupted him but by the end he had a sympathetic look in his eyes. "No child they are not sleeping they are dead. The four of you are the only ones to survive the crash. Now can you tell me how you came to be on that moon?" he asked me in a firm British accent.

The others looked like they would start to answer him but I know knowledge is sometimes the only power you have to play with you don't give your power away just because someone asks for it. "You said ship but that's a lie. Ships sail on the water and there was no water anywhere on that planet you call a moon. I don't know why you think we should give all our secrets to liars but it is not going to happen, mister." I tell him looking him straight in the eye. I wanted him to know that I was leader and that I would decide what secrets are revealed to him.

It was a toss-up who looked more shocked the man or my friends. Although I will give the man credit he recovered quickly. With a nod of his head he speaks up, "all of you come with me I have something to show you." Then he turns around and starts walking out the door. (Wow these kids are slow Christy you failed us we thought you got some brains, hey maybe they got shot out of her. Okay no more shooting Christy she gets dumber.) (One there were no windows. Two I was unconscious when I was brought on board both times. Three every last one of you can go to Hell you subjective assholes.)

I give a quick nod to my friends as I get up and follow him out the others behind me. He leads us to a room and enters to stand by the window. I enter and stop dead in my tracks. For there in the window are stars lots of stars it looks like we are sitting amongst them. But that can't be because if we were really in space we would be weightless and floating. I approach the window slowly and cautiously the man just waits patiently at the window for us arrive. When I get there I look out and I see that whatever we are on we are orbiting this planet/moon below us. I put my hand to the window to see if it is real but it is. I scrape my fingernail along the glass to see if the scene is painted on but I can't feel the paint on my side. I say in a voice slightly above a whisper, "it's painted on."(I have one word DENIAL, and look it's not only in Egypt.) (I have had people try to fuck with my mind to get me to be what they want remember.)

The man taps his broach and speaks out loud to thin air. "Number One, move our orbit to the other side of the moon."

A voice answers in thin air, "Aye sir!"

Then still looking out with my hand on the window I watch as we move. I can feel vibrations under my feet and I can see us move around the planet or I guess it's a moon. I ask with a shaky voice "what are we on?"

The man answers, "you are on the starship Enterprise©; will you tell me what happened to you now?"

"Yes I will answer your questions. Just tell me where our families are now?" I tell him as I rip my eyes from the window but don't remove my hand.

"They are in our morgue we will bury them when we get you home." He tells me.

I nod my head and begin to tell him about my birthday party and the ride from hell. I told him about our time on the moon and how we survived everything.

The man had this look in his eye like he didn't want to have to ask his next question. "What year did you turn twelve child?"

I told him "this year" but he just looked at me so I gave him the year, "1993."(WOW WOW HAVE NO COMMENTS BOSS SAID BE NICE MUST NOT SPEAK.) (Then why did you write in my journal.)

The man just sighs, "It is now the 24th century your adventure has brought you 400 years into the future."(Well shit doesn't that just suck.) (Ya think! I mean I go to sleep on my birthday and wake up 400 years later. I just broke Rip Van Winkles record.)