My eyes opened on the cold steel deck of a foreign, yet state run starcruiser.

Pain assaulted my foot. I looked down and saw a parasite the size of a plum crawling under my skin.

A woman kicked my leg in a seizure. My sister. Her leg was covered in these subdermal parasites.

“Medic! We need help!” All i could do was cry out.

In moments the bulkheads closed the two of us in the receiving bay.

Terror sent me into a frenzy, but I discovered i was paralyzed from the neck down. The parasite was multiplying and climbing up my body.

The thick steel bulkhead door began to open. Two figures in bio hazard suits wheeled a low metal cart over to us.

I cried out to Jesus to save me.

While I did, they loaded me onto the cart. I felt the parasite climbing under my eyelids.

“This is it. I’m going to die.” Soon the terror was replaced with comfort. The pain ceased. Surely Jesus had answered my call.

The suited figures placed a head harness over me.

Acceptance of my fate brought me serenity. “I’m ready… I’m ready.” I repeated the phrase as I watched the harness forcefully, and rapidly shoot a steel rod into my forehead.

Everything went white.