if you were abducted by aliens?

Question

if you were abducted by aliens and made into their slave for their interglatic slave trade(just my imagination at work) what would you do?

Answer 1

I wouldn't protest at first...I would bide my time. I would wait and learn about their technology any chance i get. Then, after i have sufficient knowledge, i would stage my escape. Depending on the technoloy at hand, it may take 2 or 3 years for this plan to work. In the mean time, i would enjoy the sites of intergallactic outerspace. After i have escaped, i would either return to earth, or free more slaves, and start a revolution!

Answer 2

And what an imagination. Oooh, intergalactic slave trade, I bet nobody has thought of that before. My reaction might be yippee -a free trip into a far galaxy. Woo hoo - a chance to infect new worlds with human carried micro-organisms - there are a lot of them, they just might be able to wipe out an alien ecosystem. Alternately I could collect data on the economics of intergalactic slavery and whether it was profitable for the slave owners in some far-off galaxy.

Answer 3

Funny you should mention that.
Just last night, as I was falling asleep, I saw a bright light through my eyelids. Try as hard as I could, I was unable to open my eyes or as I soon discovered, move either my arms or my legs. There was a distinct scent of jasmine in my bedroom and I was thankful that at least my nose was working... until the pain.
It felt like someone trying to remove my skin in one piece, starting at my abdomen. I wanted to scream, but the paralysis was like a roadblock to my will.
Thankfully, the pain ended leaving me gasping and sweating on my bed, still unable to move. The bright white light faded away and the tension in my arms and legs started to cause tremors so severe I thought I would shake off my bed! It was then that I realized that the paralysis was gone, so I opened my eyes.
The austere drab bedroom that I had spent so many nights in had been replaced by a prison cell of glass.
I sat up. Lances of pain arced through my back and legs and I grabbed at the place on my abdomen where I just knew my skin had a gapping hole... there was nothing. Quickly, the pain faded, leaving not even an ache behind, yet the memory alone was enough to forbid my muscles from another try at movement.
Ever so cautiously, I turned my head to survey my prison. Behind me, where my headboard had been was a large TV monitor, strangely shaped in the old curved 'golden rectangle' remeniscent of the 1950s. It flickered and there was the face of a grey alien... smiling.
"What... what do you want from me?" I whimpered pitieously in my helplessness. "Am I to be an intergalactic slave?"
The alien made a buzzing laugh, then replied. "In a manner of speaking. You are to become a scab. You will cross the SGA picket-lines and write for my new Seinfeld spin-off. Damn strike has been going on too long."

Answer 4

I would be very depressed because it would mean that L Ron Hubbard might have been right. (The "Invasion Earth" series.) And GOD he was such a hack writer.

I would be disappointed that a culture able travel so far would have resorted to slave trading. To be enlightened enough to navigate space and yet not understand the inherent personal degradation of slavery would make me despair. It would also make a lot of people stop believing in God.

I'll leave out the proof of that last statement. But that's what would happen.

But then, if we're going to have our little fantasy, I want to be the guy picked to help repopulate a planet full of lonely women. I mean, heck, if you're going to dream, dream BIG.

Answer 5

Tell them about Abraham Lincoln.

Answer 6

I would find the cutest alien and beg her to take me home.

Answer 7

Hey... I am hardly useful when I am being paid, how do you think I'd be useful when I am forced?

:-)

Answer 8

Change my movie preferences.