We're Almost There
It’s always quite at first. There’s time to think and ponder on what’s about to happen. They aren’t human, that’s what the commanders tell us. But I’ve been down there before and they sure look human, they smell human, they scream human… The web straps hold us tight against the seats until the first drag of resistance begins to push and then clutch. The vibrations start to build and I set my jaws to keep my teeth from rattling out of my skull. The thin carbon fiber skin glows a soft red on the inside but keeps us protected from the sun hot plasma less that a meter from my face on the other side.
I spend a lot of my time thinking about that. What it must have been like on a submarine during a war being depth charged. Knowing that if the protective hull is breached there might not even be time to know it happened. No time to pray for mercy or ask forgiveness for their sins. Death without the death prayer or anyone to say it for you. Lost between this mortal world and the next existence. No ritual to make the bridge appear and so step off into a void, alone, unseen, cold and dark forever…
Is that what’s it’s like for them. Our sky pilot tells us before we load that they have no souls. They have no vision of the divine of any kind or form and therefore are… The vibration ceases and the rush of cold atmosphere quickly dissipates the residual heat. A sharp jab from the needle in my suit stabs high up on my left butt cheek. I feel God’s presence fill me and the animals offend me, I feel rage and hatred for them. I want to hear them scream and see them writhe. I fondle the trigger guard on my flamer and feel the urgent tug of an erection! When the path is cleansed the sacrament of release will occur. A jolt throws me hard into the seat once more as the rear gate drops before we even slide to a stop, light pours in from the open maw. The siren begins to shriek and our driver throws the twin handles forward, the tracks bite into soft brown soil. Nearby men and women with their wide eyed children gape at the strange object fallen from the sky into the middle of their crop field. Standing on my seat I hose the three nearest figures with cleansing fire and God begins to reward me.