Re: the human is always in grave danger.|?
Hathor was an outcast, even by his own, lonely sort of people.He liked being on this moon even though, this place for him, did not bring lots of friendship.
As he did countless times before, he stood before the rock control console.
He waived his hands over the coordinates, expecting to be amongst the other towering black robed ones, on the central world.
In a place known as Los Angeles, the girl stood in the opening of the supposed time and space travel gate, that the gifted teenagers, had constructed.
The two brains, of the group of five, still argued, to the others, that this project should work.
The power mains were thrown. The coils had filled but still the entirety of the controls and the eight foot high ringed loop, that the shapely teenage girl, slouched infront of, with her classic blue jeans, did nothing.
It was then that one of the boys, spied the open relay and closed it immediately.This action, without asking the others to set all parameters to zero.
The girl, at first felt her stomach go queasy. Like the day after she had that date and missed her little friend.
The boys looked up to see the girl scream in terror. Her outline shimmering, as the huge silhouette of a young master wizard appeared, in Jill's place.
They were all daft with fear. Dale, remembering a Graham Wilson cartoon in his dad's playboy.
The grizzled cowboy, with a knife scare saying to a clown in the bar, "You funnin me, bub"!?
Hator, ranging some seven foot in height, smelled the girl's scent, as he knew what happened.
He was from over a million light years, plus being from an off-dimension from this one.
The boys stood impassively, as the realization that neither Jill was not there in the portic aperture; nor that something that stood for friendliness, was to have taken her place.
The begining of attempted discussions, was just about to begin.
*From Creedos selected works, neither unreal or deninedl: