I’m going to call this the day 1. I’ve no recollection when I came here or how long I’ve been held as a captive. If anyone will read my story, please assume that it started from this moment.

It is not what everyone assumed. The aliens. They are far more advanced than we could have even comprehended. They were waiting until we can advance to a certain point technologically, and then it was their plan to come here. They don’t communicate with words, but with telepathic images. They’re not really mass or even biological. It’s hard to describe.. something I’ve never seen before.

Day 2

I had to stop yesterday because they came for me. There are others here, not just me. I’m not sure what they’re doing to us but for now it seems like they are curious about our thoughts.. as if they’re curious what lead our species to the point of our demise. It’s too early to say do they have malicious intent or not.

Day 3

Looks like one of them specializes on me. They’re able to access on my memories. I think they’re testing if I’m able to hurt my friend. Not sure why they’re interested in that. They’re showing me all kinds of images of him. As if he was wrong and had to be punished.

Day 4

I’ve seen my friends starting to lose it. They’re becoming drooling idiots who obey every order. I’m starting to worry about my safety. My alien contact is changing his approach. I can tell he’s now more curious about me than before. I had to tell him we’re not like that, some of us have a sense of identity that leans to some .. principles.

Day 5

I was separated from my friends. Now I do not know where I am. It’s a new ship, new entities around me. They’re using me again in their experiments. Seems like this time they’re more curious about my physics. I think they’re doing something to my brain. I’ve been contained multiple times now and I can hear how they open up my skull or rib cage.

Day 6

I don’t think I can take these experiments for much longer. They’re messing up with my brains too much. It’s hard to remember what was.. before all this. What I had done.. before all this. I’m not sure if they’re changing my memories.. or are they showing me something I did not want to remember. A dark cold October night. When I had to sing for the celebration and my voice echoed in the steel building. How I had to look at someone in the eyes as we initiated the launch together. The alien wants to know why.. what why? Who why? We? Did I.. was I part of that?

Day 7

This is the story of, a person. This is no longer part of that