Oneness in a Cocoon

She wanted just one thing–his life!

The only problem is that he will have to volunteer it. Although she sets the scene for his demise, she will not force him to this ultimate showdown.

"You spent a lot of your time thinking about what our pleasures would be like. Why not make a decision if you are so concerned? You are certainly human, after all–your literature, your religious explanations, even your sciences are engrossed in sexual explanations. You are trapped as a species; you trapped yourselves in these sexual desires."

He recently started wondering about her physical strength but was afraid to test her. He knew he was not in a good position to ever consider using force. He wanted to have physical contact with her but had realized earlier in their relationship that it aroused his passion, made it too difficult to control himself. He equated touching her with a step closer to the grave. He still remembered what he termed his triumph. One day he turned, and bumped into her accidentally. She was quite close to him then. Too close. She looked at him with a slightly startled smile, and gracefully stepped away in a tranquil floating-like motion–very graceful–like a ballerina moving across a stage. At that moment, he knew why she was so close. He had taken one of his "mind trips," his most successful, and had shut her out completely. She was that close to him, trying to find out why she could not have a connection with him. He smiled with satisfaction, feeling very contented that he baffled her.

Love, that word wreaked havoc throughout human existence; have I ever told her I loved her? he wondered in a sublime way. Could it be that he is in love with her but had never verbalized it? Are they lovers, not just dwellers in this unexplainable world? He wondered where they are now, possibly in someone’s unexplainable cocoon lab. But where exactly are they? Is this some hybrid test to determine the compatibility between the male human genus and another female species with very high psychic capabilities? Whose test is it anyway? Then he wondered, is she conducting this test?

They were still glancing through the window near where their mother sat, as if awaiting something to happen at any moment.

It did! An awesome misty orange and green Barrier emerged blocking their path, with its rainbow stripes stretching unboundedly. It had to have been there all along but hidden from his view. He gasped and shuddered in its magnificence and its overwhelming power. This thing is alive and intelligent, too. It was ubiquitous, radiant, transcending human mortal experience . . . more a Cosmic-like experience that overloads the senses and puzzles the mind . . . impressive beyond human description.

The Alien was correct; well, she generally is. Normally such mass of energy could nullify any small planet like Earth. He could see why the Aliens were cautious of traveling this way. What happened if the blasted thing got upset or just woke up on the wrong side of the bed or plainly did not like you? His wife was smiling, and shaking her head at him. What is there to smile about he thought, with this multi-colored Power Frisbee outside threatening us in here? They were moving closer to the Barrier or the Barrier was moving closer to them or perhaps they were both moving toward each other . . . anyway, who cares, they were face to face with it. "What! It came in!" The Alien was very still with her hands in her lap. The Barrier stopped near her, but at a respectful distance from her, forming a type of floating spiraling smoke pattern pointing toward the girls. There was some slight crackling-like static coming from within the Barrier–a slight, low-pitched moaning faraway voice, similar to the girls telling him they "wanted to hug him, not to obstruct him" emanated from the now stationary Invader. It curled back toward the Alien, near her feet. He jumped up, immediately asking her if she was pregnant with boys. Before she answered, the Invader stopped as if to evaluate him.