bottom.Carving out a set of stairs would take too long.xxxYou throw the stick. Go Fetch!You throw the paper. The creature seems puzzled by your actions.That's a grotesque creature. It looks like it might have passed for a human at one time but no longer.The Dreketh guard does not have any hands left to shake with. Nor would he want to if he did.This sentry is too powerful to tie up.This gun would be a lot more useful with some bullets.The sentry is too big to kill with bug spray!You're in the great archive chamber. Many of the ancients' secrets are available here, for those who know how to access them.I bet this is the main archives access screen.I can't reach the screen. Besides, it's not a touch screen. You see the keeper of the scrolls. I can't reach the screen. Besides, it's not a touch screen. That's probably the control panel for the access screen.You turn on the access screen.xxxxxxxxxThe main lobby of an alien jail. They could use a new decorator.The police in this world don't like visitors.The desk is very ancient.This desk is made of the same rubbery alloy.That would be very considerate, if the alien could read!What use would an alien have with money?Earth time is irrelevant to aliens.A long corridor leading to freedom.Sargo doesn't want something to read.You give Sargo the hairpin. He gives you the invisibility headband, which he warns will work only once.Nothing will affect these bars.This is not the key Sargo wants.You can't buy your freedom here.Sargo has lost track of time.Alien graffiti scars the walls. No one who enters here ever leaves alive.Time has run out, the alien embryo implanted in your brain hatches. You die! Earth is doomed!There's a lumpy, alien excuse for a pillow on an equally lumpy and uncomfortable looking cot.You lift the pillow and find your belongings.An alien excuse for a pillow on an unusable cot.You lift the pillow but find nothing there.The bars look impenetrable, but the lock looks primitive.You touch the alloy bars. They are very cold. You will be also if you don't get out soon.You attempt to pick the primitive lock. Nothing happens.You attempt to pick the lock again, this time with much more success.This key is the wrong shape to fit in the lock.I can't post bail here.This large room looks like a control center.There's the control console.It wouldn't be wise to press any buttons before reading the owner's manual.Hammering on the control panel would certainly bring the crew running.There is no ignition switch in this dark world.A view screen displays what looks like an alien landscape.I'd better not touch the buttons until I've read the flight manual and been properly cleared.You see a lever which appears to be an alien circuit breaker.You pull the lever but nothing appears to happen. Maybe the generators are not running.Millions of volts race through your body and kill you instantly. The fate of the earth is sealed!You have just engaged the main engine start-up sequence!You pull the lever but nothing appears to happen. Maybe the generators are not running.This alien park was obviously engineered by creatures with a bizarre and cruel sense of humor.The sign over the doorway, if you could read it, would tell you this is the Dreketh Guards recruitment center.Before you is the recruitment center, where genetic engineering is being conducted on the recruits.It might be better to leave well enough alone.You don't need to register. They already have your number.These petrified images of this alien forest remind me of something I had nightmares about as a child."Hello?" "Hello Mike. This is Sue at the library. We have a book on hold for you so please drop by sometime.""That's the last bottle of scotch. Boy, Delbert's gonna be mad!""I'm sorry, Mr. Dawson, but you'll have to pay for that.""Hi you must be Mike. I'm your neighbor, Delbert. Why don't we get together tomorrow? I'll meet you outside your place at six."You're a writer, huh? I'm a lawyer by trade. Why don't you take one of my cards?""Good to see you, Dawson. Follow me.""Boy, that's smooth. Thanks for coming by, Mike.""Here's some of your stuff that was turned in, Mr. Dawson.""You're under arrest, Dawson. Come with me.""Greetings, Michael. I've been sending you messages over the radio. The ancients have implanted an alien embryo into your brain.If born, this creature will destroy you and all of mankind. You must find the Ancients' power source and destroy it.Also, the police in your world are under the control of the Ancients. Avoid them at all costs. Hurry, and good luck.""Greetings, human. I am Sargo, prisoner of this dungeon for nine years."I am prepared to give you the gift of invisibility in exchange for my freedom.""I'm just beginning to understand.""Steal from those who protect you, or you will not be able to protect yourself in the dark world.""What you do in the light is reflected in the dark. Leave some doors open before crossing over.""Turn yourself in and leave behind the key which will only work in the Dark World.""Remember, anything seen in the mirror is not real. Only the mirror itself is real.""So that's where my gun went! You're going to rot for a few centuries, human.""This card really should be kept with the book. You'll find that one in aisle C. It's the one with the green cover.""I'm not really sure why I'm here, but I just felt drawn to you. I know it sounds strange,but what's even more strange is that I found these pills in my purse. It's a prescription filled in your name for relief of severe headaches.""Serve yourself, Mr. Dawson.""Hi, Mike. Here's the book that was put on hold for you."The flagstone absorbs the alien energies, hardening into an unimaginably dense material!The stone seems energized and warm to the touch.Put the money on the counter, then take the item.The watch is too small to hang on the wall.xxx"Come here, Dawson. 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