Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24996913-20140831004153

Have you ever looked up at the pylons as you drove down the highway? Hm, probably not. Have you ever questioned what your doctor was administering to you as they pressed down on the syringe buried within your arm? No, you trust them, right?

At first, I didn't question anything; and, I had no real reason to. For years, I drove past those pylons; For years, I visited doctors for treatment without questioning them one bit. For all I knew, due to what I was taught from childhood to adulthood, the pylons provided power and the doctors kept people healthy in my town.

I was just as brainwashed as you are now. See, that's just the blanket over the whimpering child; It's the bandaid your mother puts over your bleeding wound after a fall in the park. Though pylons do provide energy to our many devices, and doctors aid in securing health within our communities, that's not their sole purpose. No, they are here to control us.

We aren't what we think we are.

I discovered this while home from work, suffering from a severe cold. At least, that's what I thought it was. Turns out, it was something much more significant than a common cold. There, while face deep in the toilet, something hid amongst the vomit within the bowl. It was small; so small any other set of eyes would have overlooked it.

I was shocked; but I reached in, observing the blinking dot buried within the disgusting matter. Once I laid eyes on the small mechanism within my hands, I panicked. I immediately rushed towards the sink, rinsing off the peculiar machinery.

It was undeniably some sort of medicinal dosing device; The only reason I recognized the device was due to my occupation as a physicians assistant. Quickly, my mind raced with cloudiness and confusion. I haven't consented to any dosing regimen; I haven't even been examined by a doctor in months, though my coworkers pressure me to daily.

But, it all became clear once I looked into the mirror. In the reflection, looking back at me, was something horrifying; something so frightening it made my heart stop upon sight. It was a creature of some kind within the reflection. I turned swiftly, observing the space behind me in hopes of finding the hideous creature towering over me... . but there was nothing there.

I did a double take in the mirror, shaking my head in refusal of the truth within its reflection. It was without a doubt me in that mirror. Though it resembled nothing human, I was the only person in the bathroom. So I stared back at the reflection, touching the two small holes in the center of my face as I caressed the sunken in depths where my full cheeks had previously been.

Immediately after reality sunk in, I fell to the floor. After an extended period of weeping, I rose from my torment and gazed down at my grotesque body. My eyes quickly met with the long, boomerang-like legs attached to my grayish, sleek torso. I looked like... an alien. The ones we were so afraid of as small children; The ones are grandfather's claimed they'd seen, as they told us scary stories at the campfire.

That is when I knew; I knew what we were. But, I still couldn't grasp why they'd do this to us.

"I'm going to need you to reinsert your device," a voice spoke, startling me.

I turned towards the voice; My eyes widening in fear as I gazed upon the creature dressed in a cops uniform.

"How did you get in my house?" I questioned, stepping away from him.

He proceeded forward, his ill proportioned, gnarled arms extending outwards.

"Sir, I need you to reinstall that device," he replied, sternly.

"Why?!" I said.

The creature seemed to grow agitated with my constant questions. Instead of proceeding towards me, he stood still as he glanced off in another direction.

"We can't let you out there, Mr. Patel. You weren't supposed to find that; You weren't supposed to know. But, you've seen enough," he said, grabbing ahold of the radio on his shoulder, "We have a code 000. I need backup immediately."

He proceeded to give my address before turning towards me.

"I'm not sure how the device was found, but you are due for another ,anyways," he said, nodding.

I stared back at him with wild eyes as countless identical creatures filed into the room. Their empty, black sockets met my gaze before rushing over to me.

"Let's go," they said, grabbing me with unadulterated force.

"Please, tell me what's going on!" I screamed, attempting to fight their forceful grip.

As they drug me out of my house, neighbors past by, clutching their petrifying creatures on a leash. They each stared at me as if I was insane, as I attempted to warn them of my findings. My best friend, one I had over on several occasions throughout the years, came into view as he questioned the alien officers detaining me.

"What is this!" He shouted, walking backwards as they lugged me towards their vehicle.

"Danny, they are aliens! They're brainwashing us to believe we are human! It came out of me! It came out of me and now I see," I yelled out.

Danny stared at me as if I was psychotic... . just as everyone else gathering outside did. Slowly, he faded from view; A look of concern overwhelming his featureless face.

"Listen to me! Listen to me!" I shouted as the twisted, gray creatures pushed me into the back of their squad car.

Danny shook his head; His long, slender head pointing down towards the cement sidewalk.

"Don't worry, you won't remember any of this after your reinstallment," one of the creatures stated, turning towards me.

As they drove, passing a pylon along the way, a debilitating ringing sound invaded my head. Reaching back where the pulsating pain derived from, I felt something hard beneath the surface of the skin; It was a device implanted into the back of my neck. The same one you, your friends, and your family each have in the back of yours. 