An Adventure to Guoker Planet

Chapter 4 - Abduction from Home(4/6)

Her voice was soft and childlike, distinctly feminine, allowing for an evident distinction between male and female voices. I noticed that the differences between the voices of their females were minimal; they almost all sounded the same, making it difficult to distinguish them by voice alone. The males exhibited more variety in their voices, though not as much as humans on Earth.

This seemed to be their way of welcoming me, making me think they were a highly civilized alien race, unlikely to harm or brutally dissect me, which somewhat eased my nerves.

Biologist Norton made a gesture, and a three-dimensional hologram appeared next to him. He pointed at it and continued speaking. Although I couldn’t understand his words, it felt as if a translator was converting his speech into a clear voice in my ears, sometimes feeling more like a direct transmission of thought: “You have been a subject of our long-term observation. Since you were a child, you’ve been brought aboard our ship multiple times. Your name is Zhang Xiangqian, isn’t it? According to your customs, people should call you Brother Qian, right?”

"Some have called me that, but most call me Ah’ Qian," I thought, puzzled about how they knew my name. Suddenly, I wondered: could they have learned it from my school teacher?

"Ah’ Qian? We’ll continue to call you Brother Qian. We invited you here to participate in two very important experiments, hoping to gather valuable data," they said.

"What kind of experiments?" I asked, curious.

"We wish to study your brain, hoping to find the information we need," Norton replied.

"Ah! Are you going to cut my brain open?" I blurted out, anxiety creeping back. "Ho ho ho!" Physicist Suldair laughed heartily, his laugh indistinguishable from that of an Earth human, his upper body shaking with the rhythm of his laughter. "Only you naive Earthlings would do such a thing," he said.

His laughter made me think, "He acts just like one of us. Could they merely be

dwarfs from somewhere on Earth, disguised in tight, transparent rubber suits to deceive me, planning to take me somewhere for their own secretive purposes?" But what about me could possibly interest them?

However, the thought of Willie’s slender waist made me wonder. How could any human have such a thin waist? How could any human create three-dimensional holograms? My despair returned. In truth, I was terrified of actually leaving Earth, fearing I might never return home, never see my family again, clinging to the slim hope that I was still on Earth.

"No, you won’t be harmed," Norton assured me, "We will use our artificial field scanning technology to study your brain. This field, an intangible substance of the universe, will not affect your brain in any way, no matter how deep it penetrates."

With so many people on Earth, I wondered, "Is there something special about my brain? Why choose me?" Although I kept these questions to myself, it seemed Norton could read my thoughts.

"As a child, while herding geese in the field, you encountered a species with an advanced civilization, far more developed in culture and technology than us. If civilizations were measured in time, ours would be tens of thousands of years old, Earth’s would be in the thousands, and these advanced beings would be in the millions, even billions. Their level of civilization and technological advancement is almost unimaginable to us. They might not be wary of technologically backward Earthlings like you, but they are cautious of us, making it difficult for us to approach and understand them directly."

"In the cosmos, there are species with particularly advanced civilizations, and it’s possible that the consciousness of one of these individuals has infiltrated your brain. You now possess part of the memories of one such highly advanced alien. We intend to scan and record these memories. We are very curious about their perspectives on the universe, especially those that differ from ours. Of course, this is just our hope, and we might not get anything, but I hope we can obtain what we’re looking for."

I immediately recalled an experience from when I was about seven or eight years old, alone, herding geese on a sandy patch. "What do you want me to do?" I asked Norton.

"We’ll use artificial field scanning technology to scan your brain in a remote,

non-contact manner. All you need to do is listen to us, comply with our arrangements, and cooperate with our experiment. There’s nothing you need to do," Norton said.

"We’ll take you to visit many places on our planet. You’ll have many wonderful experiences, and gain knowledge not found on your planet, enriching your life. When you return to your planet, these experiences will change your fate. You’ll become a celebrity, a wealthy individual on your planet.

You’ll be a key figure in changing the destiny of your planet, and in the future, many will admire you... until the day your planet’s people disappear from the universe, countless individuals will remember your name. Because on your Earth, you will be the first person to know the secret of time.