Alien in a jar

an illustrated music album by members of audiosex.pro music forum

Alien in a jar

an illustrated music album by members of audiosex.pro music forum

"High on the hill, on midsummer's night in Chillicothe, Ohio, we had spent several weeks gathering enough wood and discarded old furniture to build the fire. We were having the annual cookout and sleep under the stars despite the constant irritation of the ticks in the long grass and the ever persistent mosquitoes. As darkness begin to fall I grabbed my mason jar and set off to catch a firefly...

Aidene's Diary: Earth date - June 24, 2023

Music: @jackspost, @Midge F, @reliefsan, @macros mk 2, @Lois Lane, @aschnt, @Aidene, @Pontius - Story ideas @Lois Lane, @Aidene - Graphics: @aschnt, @jackspost, @Aidene - Input & Info: @The Dude, @0on3, @Charles Hardin Holley

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prologue

I placed the jar on the nightstand next to my bed. It glowed with a soft extraterrestrial light erasing the shadows of the unknown on the walls of my room.

The tiny alien was very easy to catch. I screwed the lid on the jar tightly having made sure there were enough air holes for him, her, or it to breathe....if in fact it did breathe?  Little did I know then what chain of events I had set into motion....."

Part I Sol-3 date: February 3, 1959

"We come from a distant planet in a solar system far, far away...

... a civilization of beings that are compared  to common humans at least, tiny little people no taller than the tumbler of a wine glass. Though short in stature, we are long on scientific advancement. We have created the technology, beside the ability to travel faster than the speed of light and thus have the ability to explore the far reaches of the galaxy, to be able to inhabit the mind of many other species that we have encountered in our explorations and exploit their scientific knowledge by incorporating these found ideas into our own. We are also traders and have used this extraordinary power to our advantage to corral many commercial deals to great advantage of things such as rare minerals, unique technologies and have made ourselves great wealth by doing so. Furthermore, we have now come to Sol-3, which the indigenous people call Earth, to seek new treasures as well as to add to the Compendium of Encyclopedic Scientific Studies of varied civilizations unique psychologies, languages and archaeologic histories. The crew, 3 of us, have come to study something rather unique among the thousands of inhabited planets that we have had access to, namely MUSIC, and have chosen carefully the subjects that we are to meld with, namely Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and The Big Bopper as they are travelling and performing together and can provide ready access for us to remain together during the 72 hours of our melding."

"We come from a distant planet in a solar system far, far away...

... a civilization of beings that are compared  to common humans at least, tiny little people no taller than the tumbler of a wine glass. Though short in stature, we are long on scientific advancement. We have created the technology, beside the ability to travel faster than the speed of light and thus have the ability to explore the far reaches of the galaxy, to be able to inhabit the mind of many other species that we have encountered in our explorations and exploit their scientific knowledge by incorporating these found ideas into our own. We are also traders and have used this extraordinary power to our advantage to corral many commercial deals to great advantage of things such as rare minerals, unique technologies and have made ourselves great wealth by doing so. Furthermore, we have now come to Sol-3, which the indigenous people call Earth, to seek new treasures as well as to add to the compendium of encyclopedic scientific studies of varied civilizations unique psychologies, languages and archaeologic histories. The crew, 3 of us, have come to study something rather unique among the thousands of inhabited planets that we have had access to, namely MUSIC, and have chosen carefully the subjects that we are to meld with, namely Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and The Big Bopper as they are travelling and performing together and can provide ready access for us to remain together during the 72 hours of our melding."

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Part I Sol-3 date: February 3,1959

...that one can visit there are beings that have the aural ability to discern the differences in pressure of their surrounding medium and having an organ that is sensitive to vibrations. Be it in air composed primarily of carbon dioxide, methane or even fluorine gas which would kill any other species but the Knurk on Proxima Centuri-4 and who they themselves would horribly die if not wearing a life support suit if even their skin was exposed to oxygen for just a few milliseconds while on , their entire body combusting into instantaneous flame and being consumed in a blinding fireball in less time than it takes to say "I think that I smell smoke".

However, the one thing that is unique to us from our home world on Glzbgzz that we've explored in the known galaxy, is a curious need for just one single solitary species from the that smallish third planet encircling a yellow class G star that "humans" themselves call Sol, the one that is very beautiful shade of blue (which is very close to my eye in color to the abdominal stripes of the two headed Plnntr Zndt, a dangerous predator on Yjannyl-4B...if you see those stripes then you know that your done for) and with but the one moon as it's natural satellite...and that thing is called music.

My name is Dmnk. Along with my friends Klljn and Rmzl we have been selected by the publisher of The Compendium of Alien Archeological Studies and vetted by the Mind Science Division of our Interstellar Discovery Force to travel to Sol-3. There we will contact an agent already on the ground that has selected the three human hosts that we will meld with and to try to understand the hows and whys of this thing that affects human emotion so greatly, this music.")

"On almost any planet...

...that one can visit there are beings that have the aural ability to discern the differences in pressure of their surrounding medium and having an organ that is sensitive to vibrations, be it in air composed primarily of carbon dioxide, methane or even fluorine gas which would kill any other species but the Knurk on Proxima Centuri-4 and who they themselves would horribly die if not wearing a life support suit if even their skin was exposed to oxygen for just a few milliseconds while on , their entire body combusting into instantaneous flame and being consumed in a blinding fireball in less time than it takes to say "I think that I smell smoke".

However, the one thing that is unique to us from our home world on Glzbgzz that we've explored in the known galaxy, is a curious need for just one single solitary species from the that smallish third planet encircling a yellow class G star that "humans" themselves call Sol, the one that is very beautiful shade of blue (which is very close to my eye in color to the abdominal stripes of the two headed Plnntr Zndt, a dangerous predator on Yjannyl-4B...if you see those stripes then you know that your done for) and with but the one moon as it's natural satellite...and that thing is called music.

My name is Dmnk. Along with my friends Klljn and Rmzl have been selected by the publisher of The Compendium of Alien Archeological Studies and vetted by the Mind Science Division of our Interstellar Discovery Force to travel to Sol-3. There we will contact an agent already on the ground that has selected the three human hosts that we will meld with and to try to understand the hows and whys of this thing that affects human emotion so greatly, this music."

(Ship's Log: Capt. Dmnk)

Ship's Log: Capt. Dmnk

"Approximately 72 hours is the limit of our engagement...

...with humans as anything longer than that is not allowed due to the human mind's ability to come to the surface once again and become the dominant of the two. This is a criminal offence on my world and punishable by death as a way to keep any other species from gaining either knowledge of our home world's location, highly advanced technologies and which secures any future advantage over other species. It absolutely cannot be allowed to happen, and there is an organization tasked with enforcing this edict.

Melding is the ability to share the mind of their host, an eye behind the eye that sees, the inner ear that can experience their gamut of emotions and thoughts and which can be observed without the host's knowledge, of course until finished those 72 hours whence the balance of control begins to cycle in reverse.

Klln, Rmzl and I deported from our ship...

...after a brief 10-hour flight from our home world, the ship cloaked from both human eyes and radar, putting down in a small field next to the Duluth Armoury to be ready when intelligence informs us that our the targets will be leaving the building known as The Surf Ballroom. As soon as they emerge, I will wave my hand in front of a purple lit section of a control panel. We walk over to three pods and lie down inside of them, each waving our hands in front of a bright yellow light next to where we naturally lay in the pod, the tops close over, a thin wisp of fog envelopes our bodies and the transfer begins. As three alien visitors, we make psychic contact and meld our minds into the three rock and roll stars. The ship, in autopilot, then lifts silently into the air and flies low and slowly in the direction of Lake Superior which is but a stone's throw away, flies quickly to the deepest center of the lake, submerges to the bottom, powers down to minimal life support and waits for the signal to find the hosts and automatically reverse the melding.

On melding completion, the first thing all three of us, as one, experience...

...is we are freezing cold, a feeling we have never encountered before. The temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit below zero shortly after midnight. Even though we are extremely uncomfortable, we are also exhilarated at the successful engagement of our tech, our first, both individually and as a team. We find ourselves on a primitive transport vehicle called a "tour bus". It's full of smoke from the cigarettes that either are dangling from between shivering lips or nicotine stained fingers. The windows are all closed to try to keep whatever warmth is trapped from the passenger's bodies, as the bus's heater is not working. One of the musicians on board who they call "Waylon" holds up a poster with the title that says "Winter Dance Party" and says out loud for all to hear, "Winter dance party my ass, fuck this shit, let's just all go home, we're all freezing to death, we all stink like roadkill armadillos, and I've been wearing the same underwear for three days now". Just as he finishes his tirade, the bus which is slowly rolling up a hill's lights begin to brown out, the engine sputters to a grinding stop and the lights go out. For about 5 seconds all that is heard is the wind rubbing against the refurbished yellow school bus when the driver with defeat in his voice says..."We're fucked, we're totally fucked!". 

("On almost any planet...

2 Firefly

2. 3. Chilli Cold

2. 8. Space Alien Buddy Holly

2. Serpent Mound

1. Suffocate

3. Dazed & Confused

5. So Long Buddy

4. Home To Distant Star

7. Mutilated Cows

7. Chilli Close

5. Maria Elena

1 Prologue: Alien In A Jar

4. Lost Friends

6. The Night The Music Died

6. Meld Morph

8. I Fell In Love With An Alien

SIDE A

SIDE B

9. Epilogue: Alien In A Jar

Ground control to Captain Dmnk...

Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong ! ...Can you hear me, Captain Dmnk? ...Can you hear me, ...Captain Dmnk? ...Can you hear me, Captain Dmnk? ...Can you?

(Ship's Log: Capt. Dmnk)

Here am I floating 'round my tin can far above the moon. Planet Sol-3 is blue and there's nothing I can do. Tell my wife I love her very much......She knows

Ground control to Captain Dmnk...

Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong ! ...Can you hear me, Captain Dmnk? ...Can you hear me, ...Captain Dmnk? ...Can you hear me, Captain Dmnk? ...Can you?

.....I don't know why, but all of this study of the music on Sol-3 is getting in my head and making me think like an earthling and musician...it's seductive to say the least! I like it....I think they will like it back home too.

Here am I floating 'round my tin can far above the moon. Planet Sol-3 is blue and there's nothing I can do. Tell my wife I love her very much......She knows

(Ship's Log: Capt. Dmnk)

"We are in the bodies of...                                                                                                                                                .....Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper and Richie Valens, co-opted just after the show at the Winter Dance Party at The Surf Ballroom. The three rock and roll stars have decided enough is enough with the old broken down school bus and they have rented a small private plane to fly them to their next show. But our team have irresponsibly gone way over the time, legally and morally allowed to do so. We know that we are in imminent danger of being blown out of the sky as our self-made frequency blockers on our wrists have all turned to red, letting us know that we have been tracked and found. We immediately summon the autopilot on the ship to fly Southeast from the bottom of Lake Winnipeg where it is in hiding to rendezvous with the small chartered plane that we are on as we take off from the airport in Clear Lake, Iowa. Just as the ship is close enough in range to transport the bodies and switch back the consciousness of the unwilling hosts, the highly advanced quantum computer on board their craft initiates and the transition process begins. Milliseconds later, both ship and plane are hit with lethal ultra-high frequency sound waves from a home world military ship tasked with their destruction. The transportation is a limited success, though my two crew members are killed in the process. I am alive, barely, and the ship, severely damaged, begins a steep descent and crash lands in the Ross Lake Wilderness Area just east of Chillicothe, Ohio. The human casualties are Buddy Holly, Rickie Valens, J P Richardson known as The Big Bopper and the pilot Roger Peterson. However, amidst the snow and wreckage, something about my host's lifeless body may have been different?..... I can palpably feel the love and now distress my host has for his wife Maria Elena as he knew she would learn of the disaster - "The Day The Music Died".  

In an instant, I find myself in a completely new environment. It is a warm Sol 3 night and if my calculations are correct the exact day of the planet's mid-rotation relationship to their sun. I am not the Captain Dmnk I know, however. I still feel Buddy Holly inside me, but my outward appearance is of a small earthly flying insect. I sense a glow all around my body. I feel my former host and rock and roll star fighting to escape from inside of me as if he is suffocating. I can see a camp fire high on a hill below me and suddenly the shape of a giant earth woman who quite expertly traps me inside a glass jar. I try to communicate, but it seems all she hears is buzzing. I bang on the sides of the glass jar as I, now, like Buddy, try to escape."

The good townsfolk of Chillicothe...                                                                                        ...had long been aware of strange and unusual things happening where they lived. Many attributed the UFO sightings and unexplained events to being near to the famous ancient Serpent Mound earthworks, which was believed by local UFOlogists to be an ancient landing site for alien visitors to Earth. Also, not discounting the relative proximity of Wright-Patterson base as the National Air and Space Intelligence Center, and it is that which drew Agents Mouldy and Scooby from their basement Y Files office to investigate.  Knowing this and being particularly evil in nature the Ferguson twins, Wiily and Bly, disturbed spawn of the town's local psychiatrist, Dr. Herbert Ferguson, who had been dipping into their dad's medicine bag and have been speeding along on amphetamines, have been cutting up the local heifer community for fun and celebrity just to be interviewed on the local news after the residents had seen that big black "thing" with red eyes in the area. Their mother Madge Ferguson, the organist of the church choir, has been known to have a famous love of orange juice and always carried a thermos with her, but what people whisper about her is that she spikes it with vodka. She sips it through the day, even during church services, hence the occasional abhorrent squeal from the pipes as she hits the wrong note on the organ manual and without ever realizing that people have found her out.

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Part II ~ Earth Date: June 23, 2023

It was Madge Ferguson who...                                                                                                                                                ...had first persuaded Aidene to join the choir at the local church. Aidene didn't really want to commit but felt she couldn't say no and hurt Madge's feelings....and still, she liked to sing anyway, whether it was about lost love romance fantasies in her bedroom or hosts of Christmas angels upon high. So she had been taking her place in the choir stalls on Sunday mornings for some months.  She had grown up thinking those angels in the hymns were probably aliens from another planet anyway....and still are ! That was her father's influence. He had been US Air force and designed defence systems for B 52 bombers and always came home with some wild tale about what he saw, or other pilots had seen in the sky. He always joked with Aidene as to why would you keep your secret aliens in the middle of the desert in Area 51 where every nut job with a tin foil hat is going to look for them when you can hide them in plain sight in Dayton, Ohio? That had always fascinated her, and she was always thinking....' What if one day....?' Like Mouldy she always 'wanted to believe' even though most of the time she was quite the level head and sensible about life.

When she awoke the next morning...                                                                                                                                                ...first she panicked, forgetting it was Sunday, and had just under 15 minutes to get to church. Then picked up the jar from the night stand where she had placed there the night before. The ethereal light seemed to glow much less brightly now, but Aidene thought that was because it was daylight outside. She did have time though to notice that the firefly didn't look the same as before. It looked bigger like it was starting to morph or change into something else completely different. "Oh my days!" she thought, "I hope I haven't suffocated the poor little thing!"  She blew some of her breath through the holes in the lid then put the jar in her backpack, and after an Olympic record time quick wash set off running towards The Tabernacle Baptist Church, hoping to slip in unnoticed on the back row of the choir during the opening hymn, which in truth was where she liked to be anyway. Never out front in the limelight.....that wasn't her way at all. 

During the final hymn...                                                                        ...Madge Ferguson suddenly slammed the organ manual so hard that it sounded like the opening strains from Phantom Of The Opera. . Her thermos of spiked orange juice tumbled to the floor, spilling out and staining the lush red carpet. The pastor, so surprised, fell over the lectern face-first into the baptismal font. From out of the corner of her eye, Madge noticed Aidene's backpack fall from the chair to the floor and the small glass jar, with something inside, she couldn't quite make out, begin to roll all the way down the aisle between the pews. At the front of the church it came to a halt, rocked back and forth slightly then, ever so slowly, the lid of the jar appeared to unscrew itself. An unusual looking glitching figure oozed itself out of the jar, grew bigger and stood before the congregation....... "Hallelujah!" shouted one woman in the front row then immediately sank to the floor having either been touched by God or fainted in fear. "Is it an angel?" whispered a man in the second row to his wife, to which she jabbed him sharply in the stomach with her bible to shut him up and remain silent. In the front row, 103-year-old Agnes Massie adjusted her thick rimmed black spectacles while sitting in her wheelchair and thought to herself, "That's no angel. Is it an alien? No, can't be, he looks like Buddy Holly to me! Praise be....that takes me back to my old days at the Hop wearing poodle skirts drinking chocolate malts...."

Later, as Aidene was to find out...                                                                                                                                                  ...the alien visitor had a nearly overwhelming desire to start singing That'll Be The Day that I die, having finally escaped the suffocating confines of the small mason jar. Fortuitously, for everyone concerned, he only had new and rudimentary knowledge of Sol-3 music so the seemingly miraculous apparition at the Tabernacle and the unusual sequence of events  that morning were erased from the collective memory of all present except Aidene.....as if they had all been victims of some sort of reverse abduction.  Really it was the alien who had been abducted the night before on the hill.  The only question that perplexed the Tabernacle members was just how did the paster get so wet all of a sudden? Aidene often wondered if that was an oversight by the alien or his deliberate playfulness?