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cycle would ever change in
his lifetime or not.
     
     

Chapter 4
    Back to the AOIB meeting room.
    Andrew Lockeford stared down at the pill he had in
his hand, still thinking whether it would be a trap or not. It was
a small white sphere that felt heavier than lead. From a distance,
it appeared bland like any other pill, but when he brought it up to
his nose to smell it, he instantly jerked back. The pill smelled
strong and unusual; it had a mixture of sweet smells and fried food
smells and even some sour and bitter smells that altogether smelled
absolutely inconceivable, both good and bad. Now he was less likely
to take the pill, knowing that it would taste even stronger than it
smelled, and that would be a hell of a load upon his gag reflex.
Eventually, however, Andrew decided to take the pill. He didn’t
care what the aliens were planning to do to him. He’s had enough
change at this point. And as he swallowed the pill as though he was
committing suicide, he discovered that his gag reflex did not react
like he thought it would, but his taste buds indeed reacted
violently. He had chills down his spine, his entire mouth almost
felt cold from the sensation, and he could feel the pill every step
down through his esophagus.
    “Holy….shit, that was more than I
expect—BRRUUAAAAAAAAAAAAP”
    As the pill contacted his stomach acid, it expanded
to the size of a baseball and forced all the air out of his
stomach. He instantly felt full as though he ate a meal.
    “I guess that guy was right.” He was shaking at
this point, with adrenalin running throughout his body even though
the danger was well over. Then it occurred to him: Oh God, what if they’re just gonna torture me
here until I die from absolute stress? What if they’re really just
like those other freaky bastards?!? It was then that
Andrew’s primal instincts took over and he ran for the doors. There
was no way that he would want to stay any longer. Unfortunately,
the doors didn’t open and he slammed straight into them, bouncing
back like from something out of a cartoon due to the doors’
physical reaction.
    One should remember Newton’s Third Law from science
class: “For every action, there is an equal and opposite
reaction.”
    Andrew barely escaped a concussion, but his head was
throbbing painfully for a few minutes. Juvir came back in after
those few minutes with a smart remark: “Too bad the doors didn’t
open for you.”
    “Yeah, yeah, just tell me what you came here
for. But first, where’s my fucking
sword?!? ”
    “It’s right here in my hand. How can you be so silly
not to see?”
    Andrew looked at Juvir’s hand and, indeed, the sword
was there. He was amazed to see it back, but he was even more
amazed to realize how stupid he’s been lately. First he fails to
see what happened to his clothes, now this. Either he’s having a
hard time getting this alien environment into his head or, when he
was flying through space in the escape pod, he bumped his head into
the wall of the pod. Could be both.
    “Oh, wow, I can’t believe you actually got it back
for me. It looks like it hasn’t been damaged, either,” said Andrew.
At least this guy Juvir was pretty trustworthy. He also had to note
how even-tempered and unbiased he had been. “Thanks a lot! I really
mean it!” He had finally calmed down since the thought of being
tortured by aliens had left his mind.
    “The scientists and I saw it laying beside you in
the pod, and we kept it until we were sure you could have it back.
It seems very old, almost as though your species had created it.
And yet it seems so familiar.”
    “My species had nothing to do with this sword—I had
found it and, well, took it while I was on an alien ship.”
    The sword definitely did not look ordinary. The blade
was divided into six segments, one being slightly smaller in width
and thickness than the next; the segments collapsed into each
other, similar to a toy lightsaber. The cross-section of the blade
was