Intardo Musilicus had no idea what was going on. It didn't feel like the alien spaceship was moving. His experience with interstellar space travel, drug experiments in the Seminary notwithstanding, was basically nonexistent. Hence, he didn't have a clue as to whether you were supposed to feel the spaceship move or not.
The voices in his head returned.
"...we are here..."
"And just where would that be if I may ask. Or is that a display of rare philosophical insight in the vein of 'no matter where you go there you are'."
"...at the landing site... about to land..."
Apparently the spaceship can move just fine without passengers noticing, Musilicus thought.
"Fair enough. Don't put her down too fast. You don't want to crush the cellar."
"...cellar not important... only life important..."
This space alien dude is high as a kite, he thought. He made a mental note to find out what kind of dope they smoked and to try to get some. At that moment Musilicus felt a shift in the gravity. It was like ripples on the surface of a pond, and he felt caught in a ripple.
"...we are here..."
A hole started to emerge from the grayness of the wall. Sunshine flooded in through the hole.
"...take us to your leader..."
Musilicus took that as his cue to walk towards the light. He was feeling a bit uneasy. He tried to recall the name of a movie he once saw. It had something to do with evil spirits and a little girl, communicating through the static on a dead TV channel. He wondered whether he was about to enter or exit the TV set.
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