“Oh, God,” I whisper. “If you only knew the truth.”
He bends his back, muscles twitching into action. “Who sent you here?” he asks.
I ignore his question, eyes darting toward the exit behind me. “If this is a simulation, there are load points. Various storylines should open up to us as time moves forward. This must be the start of Elon’s narrative. Where I end up depends on how I react,” I whisper. “So, Elon. What do I have to do to get out of this?”
The alien lunges down the rest of the steps, landing around my chained-up body. He pins me to the floor with his massive appendages, flesh rough with scars. Enraged, he snarls and takes my chin, twisting my head to spawn more terror in my heart.
Suddenly, he’s breathing down my neck. Wickedly, he purrs. “Don’t you understand? This world is a sinking stone. Another fortune for me to take and plunder. You cannot escape. Not without me.”
Thin streams of tears fall from my eyes. “Please,” I mutter. “You’re hurting me.”
He eases his grip, but he does not stop. “The scar on your spine – I’ve seen it before. What is it from?” he asks.
Scar on my spine? I don’t have any noticeable scars. My smooth skin is the product of coding in the safety of my own home.
I swallow, heart pounding against my chest. I still know who I am. I’m real, and there’s a reason Elon brought me here. There is something he wants from me. Something beyond my expertise. I need to find out what that is.
I need to think like Elon.
And then it comes to me.
I don’t need to escape the alien. I need to follow him. I need to save him from the simulation.
But how do I save something I fear might kill me?
Do I give myself to this sexual beast?
I clear my throat, inhaling with a slight tremble. “Wait. I think I’m here to save your life,” I say.
He dials back his anger, observing me as if I’m the alien in this simulation. Perhaps I’ve said the magic word.
“What makes you think I need your help?” he growls, voice commanding.
He looks so realistic, down to the details of the scales on his skin. His cock is a throbbing masterpiece of flesh and artificial bone, and I have to wonder, is his mechanized fuck included in the simulation?
If I woke up here without Elon’s help, I would have no doubt this alien was real. One hundred percent alive, like me.
This world, the simulation Elon created, is truly spectacular, a venture he could easily make millions from. But I think there’s more to it than that.
There’s a deeper meaning to this place.
I remember how he acted inside the glass chamber. He was like a caged animal in there. He needs my help more than he knows.
Let’s keep this going. Let’s have some fun.
“I saw you crash into the forest, but I wasn’t with those hunters,” I say. “I was given your coordinates by a higher source.”
Let’s see if he believes me.
His nostrils flair. “The Xebulon?”
The Xebulon must be some other alien ruling force. I go with it, crafting a lie that seems believable.
“You see? You know more than I do,” I say, hoping he’ll buy it.
“The Xebulon would never entrust a human to do their dirty work,” he says.
I fake laughter. “You underestimate the hatred they have for their own kind,” I mutter. “They’d rather trust a human than someone like you.”