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A TALE TO UNBELIEVABLE TO BELIEVE - STRANGE SCIENCE FICTION



A TALE TO UNBELIEVABLE TO BELIEVE


You are never going to believe this and I guess it does not really matter...they have a way of discrediting you anyways...
So you say I am a skeptic...tell me about UFO's...let me tell you about UFO's...they don't need to pick up people or give humans babies...because I know...I know who they are where they come from....
So you tell me I am a nut...explain this to me why don't I look like my parents or think like them...well I do look like them but I don't think like them...or none of my family...they are so good they can copy DNA to where it matches the parents enough to get them somone to work for what they want...but I outsmarted them you see I worked for myself...and they stole from me...everything every year of my life...because I was here long enough to figure out what all of you want, like and need...they can't they have forgotten what it is like...
They can't talk to you anymore nor understand you anymore...they don't have bodies or pain or hunger like us...they are like spots of light in the sky because they are pure energy now...so when you hear of abductions and such...Forget it...they didn't go there...they had a psychotic episode...
And they are cheap...they won't monitor me to keep me from causing them problems or telling people they send this Cyborg around to keep me quiet and not tell people...It's the truth...and it does not matter what you think I know I began to remember...
They wiped out my memory as a child..but I remember I remember the doctors and the people who brought me here in a test tube..and made me be like my parents...they maybe even used some of thier DNA...but that's ok..when I had served my purpose they couldn't kill me...I found somewhere safe like here to go...and they cannot get me anymore...not the time travelers nor their Cybourg...I am safe right here behind the barred windows...and...
Jessie, Jessie...your session is over...how is your medication affecting you...you still seem to be having these imaginations...and hallucinations...you must take your medicine and quit spitting it out...
Jessie gets up and leaves the room to go back to the areas for the nonviolent patients...
The doctor closes the door behind her silently...

There is a flash of energy and he is gone.




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