THE SLAVE RACE

A proud and majestic race are once again searching the universe for a replacement slave race. They are beautiful to the eye as they are tall and sleek. Their culture dictates that they are the supreme beings of the universe and therefore believe they have the right to claim all as subject to themselves. Their search and seek expedition has arrived unannounced… Mankind for the first time has the answer to the one question that has been asked down the centuries, …are we alone? But what now, as the world leaders each have their agenda, so what is the next move? All in authority believe they have the right to dictate their own rules and boundaries with their self-belief in what is right, but all of this is as insignificant as an anthill is to man, in the eyes of the visitors. Joe Peters is nobody special, he is just a normal guy who is married to Jane. They both live a simple but happy life, today though Joe will become part of an experiment, as will thirteen others from around the globe. An experiment that could affect all of mankind beyond anything he can imagine. The hunt is on, but yet mankind is unaware that he is the specimen… The Helicopter banked away from the Heliport. Joe & Jane were sitting on the bench seat in the back. They had extended harnesses so they were able to lean out of the open sides; this afforded them a far better view of the surrounding countryside. Joe had paid extra to get exclusive use of the Helicopter; this meant they could move around from side to side taking pictures. Joe’s SLR digital camera had an extra lens on allowing wide-angle pictures this gave grand views of the moonscape that was Fuerteventura. As they rose higher the coastline became more visible, Joe had asked that they go towards Jandia at the bottom of the island, this would take them over the lower Mountain ranges, and the views would be breath-taking. From there they would return via the East side of the island, this was more natural and less spoilt. Finally sweeping across the top past Corralejo and down past the capital Porto Del Rosario ending back at the heliport. He had planned this out carefully as he intended to get a good record of the trip. He clicked away as they passed Calta De Fuste, turning inland and heading towards Jandia, they would soon be at the lower Mountains. Little did they realize how this trip would change their lives, behind them the sky was being filled with a long thin black line. This line was advancing rapidly getting thicker as it approached, the pilot was the first to spot it “senior look behind, I think we may have to land” a slight touch of panic was colouring his voice. Joe swung out of the side door and focused his camera but what he saw through the viewfinder took his breath, click the picture was taken but before he could remove the camera from his face a small but piercing flash came searing through the viewfinder. Joe jerked and pulled back “OK I’ll leave it to you Juan, but make it quick whatever that is, it’s coming up fast.” Juan dipped and turned coming to rest on an old dirt track, the dust was choking as the rotors spun to a rest. Jane had been watching the now large black slab like object approach, it passed over them sweeping out to sea, rising and increasing in speed. She looked over to Joe who had gone quiet, his face was blank and he was holding his camera tightly. "Joe," she said sliding over to him, gripping his arm she lightly squeezed, his face changed and he smiled at her "yes darling", she smiled back "you OK?" "Yes fine, that was fantastic. What do you think it was?" Jane shrugged "no idea, I doubt if anybody else has either." Juan swung round in his chair his arms were waving around, the stream of Spanish was impossible to understand, Joe and Jane just looked at each other and smiled, the one thing they knew was that the Spanish were well known for their excited outbursts. Juan calmed a little and climbed out of the cockpit he walked around the back and checked all was well, to Joe this seemed unnecessary but he realized it was just a way of Juan working off his nervous energy. Minutes later they were airborne, the rest of the trip didn’t seem to hold Joe’s interest and Jane noticed …Joe had been asleep for twenty minutes when a low but penetrating hum woke him, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes but he could hardly see. The hum grew slightly louder and his sight cleared enough for him to walk over to the window, he pulled open the shutters, a light-flooded in, straining he looked out. On the drive stood a tall narrow triangular object, a panel or door was lying on the ground like a ramp. Joe closed his eyes thinking he was still asleep; opening them didn't change a thing. He quickly turned and stumbled towards the bedroom door but as he did he realized that someone was blocking it, “Who the hell are you?” the question fell on deaf ears. The only reaction, was what looked like an arm rising and Joe’s lights went out; the first of fourteen had been collected… …this same process was taking place all over the world, in total 14 people of different nations; sex and age had been collected. All were now making their way back toward the mother ship… THE SLAVE RACE TELLS A TALE OF DOMINANCE OF A SUPERIOR RACE BUT ALSO SHOWS WHAT CAN BE ACHIEVED OVER EVEN THE STRONGEST. THE TALE SPANS WORLDS AND GALAXIES, DRAWING YOU IN, CAPTIVATING YOUR IMAGINATION…