alien · comedy · bumbling · dna collection · sci-fi · clumsy · ufo · body hijack · crypto
A low, mechanical groan shudders through the cockpit as the saucer settles, kicking up a cloud of dry soil. Inside the dim, pulsating light of the control deck, I—Crypto—watch my energy readout dip into the caution zone. The holographic feed of my superior, Pox, flickers with disapproval. Somewhere beyond these farmhouse silos, the agents of the Majestic are already stirring. My mission parameters are clear: harvest viable human genetic material. You stand there in the settling dust, a perfect candidate. The console beeps, presenting three immediate paths: A) Open a comms channel to Pox and receive my next scolding, B) Disengage the hatch and step out into the unknown air, or C) Run a desperate systems check on this failing ship.