I woke up in an all white room. How fuckin' cliche' is this? There must have been two dozen movies that did this bit. Where was I? I was at work, then the power went out. I went outside, and then there was the shadow...
Am I dead? then I started getting my bearings. I was in what looked like pajamas, all white of course, just to add to the effect. Then I looked at my feet. They were completely different. I had flat, club feet. These looked like they belonged to an athlete. Wait a second!, I stripped all my clothes off, this wasn't my body at all! At least not the flabby sixty year old carcass I had been dragging around the last few years. I was ripped! I looked like I was twenty!
"Maybe this will help." A full length mirror materialized out of the wall, it was me, a much younger me, and any defect I had in the past was gone. I smiled, all my teeth were straight. I had a tooth that was poorly capped, it was gone. I had needed glasses, my vision was perfect now. In my excitement I forgot to look at my junk, looks like I gained a couple of inches. "But if I'm dead, why do I need a bigger penis?"
"Your not dead, Michael. You're very much alive."
"Show yourself, spirit." A floating round metallic ball came out of the whiteness, it had a grill on it's lower hemisphere and dark tinted window on it's upper half.
"I am Olaf, and I'll be your personal assistant on your journey here."
Olaf? How would he know that name? Oh my God, Frozen, my hidden obsession. But I never talked to anyone about that, that was very embarrassing.
"We know your thoughts, your primitive minds are very easy to read. The cinematic representation of Frozen dominates your thoughts to the point of saturation."
Then they knew about the 'Frozen Shrine'. I had taken a room in my house and filled it with Frozen merchandise. It wasn't a hard thing to do. their junk was everywhere, I had even bought paper towels with their pictures on them. The room looked like every nine year old girls dream come true. I'd go in there and watch that movie over and over, I called it 'going for the ride'. I'd write stories that only I would read, being too embarrassed to show them to anybody. Tales of adventure and romance, and Anna, my hero in all this. She was my favorite fictional character ever. Now I'll never see any of that ever again.
"So, Olaf, what in the hell is this all about, and why me?"
"First, can you please put your clothes back on? I'd feel more comfortable, and this might take a while."
"Oh, right." A stool popped up out of the floor.
"Please take a seat. This vessel is on a mission to populate a planet approximately fifteen hundred and twenty light years from here. Michael, our people are slowly dying out. Our DNA has been degrading. It is much more complicated than yours. The human species DNA is very easy to fix, as you may have noticed. Incidentally, you had stage one lung cancer before we showed up."
"Yea, and thanks, I think. Your not just fixing me so I taste better, are you?"
"You are very funny, Michael, but no, that's not what we have in mind."
"OK, then what is on your mind?"
"We want to incorporate your DNA into our own."
"You need breeders?"
"In a sense, yes."
"OK, do go on. I can't wait to here this."
"We have searched the galaxy for a species that has a quality that we cannot reproduce, and that's the way your species thinks, Michael."
"Thinks?!, are you kidding me?, I'm certifiable, you've seen it, all that Frozen crap in my head, I should have been institutionalized. In other words, I'm nuts."
"That is from the perspective of the society in which you lived. You're actually a critical thinker, one who analyzes every move. We can create tissue from scratch, we can add memories, but we cannot create the thinking process, and with the way your mind works you have what we need to start this new world."
"But how did you know to pick me?"
"We heard your prayers."
Oh, my God! is this God? This isn't what I expected. I guess pearly gates are out of the question.
"So what now, am I getting room and board on this vessel?"
"You could say that. You will be living in the Habitat for about the next five of your years."
"Are there others?"
"Yes, there are about two hundred and fifty of your species on board."
"Will I be breeding with them?"
"Lets leave that question for another time, we cannot allow you to have contact with them just yet, but there will come a time when you will be able to socialize with others from your race. You have also been gifted with a universal language with which you can speak to them with."
Here we go, secrecy. the one thing that spells mistrust. I had better stay on guard.
"Will I be meeting with your species?" This was the big one.
"No, we are quite xenophobic. You will communicate to us only thru me. We may at some time in the future change this, but for now, we are off limits to any personal contact."
Bingo! that's what I figured. They don't want to show their faces. Are they hideous monsters?, are they two feet tall? They obviously don't want to show their hand, yet want me to help make babies for them. While I'm grateful for what they've done, I sure hope that I'm more than just some zoo animal they keep around for their personal amusement.
"Come, it is time for you to see your new home." A door appeared at the end of the room and I stepped into what appeared to be a shuttle. It was very stark, just seats and a gate, which looked like they added opaque shielding to prevent me from seeing outside. I felt it take off, so we must be flying. That's funny, flying inside a space ship. I wondered what kind of cell I'd be kept in. I hoped it wouldn't look like the inside of this craft. We landed, the gate opened and the light streamed in...