"Is this Earth?" (Closed)

[CutiePie1997]

"Is This Earth?"

An Alien Arrival Story

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The skies over Founders Park were clear and sunny morning on a beautiful, early May. It was Saturday and, coincidentally, Founders Day, too. The park was filled with children playing games, men barbequing over grills, and women setting place settings for the 2,000+ locals and out-of-town visitors who were already beginning to flood into the rural, rustic, delightful town of Springfield, population 777, a number that some said might not have been entirely accurate but instead simply seemed charming and maybe even lucky.

Founders Day and the events surrounding it had been taking place for over 150 years, and no one expected anything unusual to occur. In recent years, new things such as the USAF stealth fighter flyover at noon or an artistic display after dark involving hundreds of AI-driven drones had added excitement that had led to larger crowds those and subsequent years.

Today's excitement, though, was something that no one would have expected, let alone advertised on Springfield's web page or in the local newspapers. There was a sudden commotion in the crowded center of Founders Park, and the men, women, and children there started pulling back in an ever-enlarging circle, like that demonstration for children where you let a drop of dish soap hit the surface of a bowl of water and the pepper floating there suddenly pulls back as if magic.

That excitement centered on a beautiful and very naked woman who was suddenly standing there amongst the other event goers, as if she'd simply materialized out of thin air. She looked about herself -- to the blue sky, to the green grass, to the pink flesh of her own bare body -- as if confused and lost and maybe even amazed.

After a long moment, someone from the crowd hurried forward and wrapped a picnic blanket around the woman. The woman smiled, then asked with all seriousness, "Is this Earth?"

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Gina Taylor
(Image out of context but it works)
5 ft 4 in
Shapely with firm B-cups featuring large, pert nips

Gina was sitting on a blanket under a tree with her boyfriend when the commotion began a dozen yards away. The ever-wary police detective's immediate fear was of a disturbance that would ruin her relaxing day with her boyfriend, Joe.

The crowd parted, revealing something Gina wouldn't have expected in a million years. An incredibly sexy, naked female was just standing in the middle of the park. She was looking about herself as if she wasn't sure where she was. That was Gina's first thought. But the expression on her face was one of, what, joy? Amazement?

Gina rose quickly, jerking at the picnic blanket. She told Joe, "Up, up! I have to deal with this."

"You're off duty, hon'," the man complained. Still, he dutifully moved the picnic basket to the grass and rolled away onto it as well.

"I know, I know, but," Gina confirmed.

She headed for the woman. Gina reached her and held the opened blanket out before the woman in both hands. She asked, "Can I...?"

The woman didn't respond verbally. She only smiled politely as the blanket was wrapped around her. Playful groans of disappointment, mostly from men, came from all directions, followed by laughter.

"Let's get you out of here, honey," Gina told the woman softly. "How'd you get here? Do you have a car nearby? Are you with people, someone who can get you home?"

Then, surprising Gina, the woman asked, "Is this Earth?"

The Detective studied the woman a moment. Well, psycho ward, here we come, she thought to herself. She looked to Joe, who had already packed up the basket and was coming her way. He knew that their day at the park had already ended.

"Honey, we're heading for my cruiser," Gina told him. Her assigned, unmarked car was in a restricted police-only parking space near the corner. Gina said to the woman, "We're gonna get you out of here, honey, to a safe place."

Gina would escort the woman to the cruiser if she offered no resistance. They would then head for the local clinic so the woman could be checked out by a doctor.

 

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The naked blonde neither responded verbally nor objected physically to the dressed redhead wrapping her with a blanket as she said, "Let's get you out of here, honey. We're gonna get you out of here, honey, to a safe place."

The two women -- with the male leading them -- cut through the crowd and crossed the park to a black sedan. There, the naked woman said without being prompted, "My designation is Shay."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

As Joe led the three of them through the crowd toward the cruiser, the streaker stated, "My designation is Shay."

"Shay?" Gina repeated. Designation had to mean name, didn't it? "It's nice to meet you, Shay. My name, my designation, is Gina."

She nodded her head in the direction of her boyfriend. "That's Joe. He's going to drive us to the clinic so that we can help you, okay?"

The blonde slipped into the back of the car without fuss. Gina did her best to keep the blanket wrapped around her body but failed. Those big, beautiful, perfect tits fell out again. Gina quickly maneuvered the blanket again to hide Shay's bosom as best she could. She caught her boyfriend ogling the woman with wide eyes. "Joe!"

"Sorry," he said as he turned to get behind the wheel.

Gina couldn't help but laugh, of course. She'd enjoyed ogling the delicious orbs as well. It was no secret between Gina and Joe that she enjoyed the pleasures of the female flesh as much as she did that of the male. These days that male was, of course, Joe. And these days, he was the only male Gina enjoyed such pleasures with.

Joe had been the only person, male or female, who Gina had enjoyed such pleasures with for almost a year. She'd had no desire to seek such joys with others. Being this close to such a beautiful woman, though. It made Gina think. Made her recall earlier days with other women.

You're in a committed relationship, she reminded herself as Joe glanced back at her in the rear-view mirror. You love Joe. You enjoy Joe. You don't need anyone else. Again, she looked to Shay. The blanket fully failed to hide the delicious cleavage of those two large, perfect tits.

"Here, honey, pull this, yeah, like that," Gina said as she attempted to help Shay hide herself with the flaps of the blanket. "We're just a couple of blocks from the clinic."

Gina forced herself to act more professionally. She explained, "Shay, I'm a police officer, a Detective on the Springfield Police Department."

In truth, she was the only Detective on the city's force. The town wasn't big enough to even pay her salary really. Crimes that had required a trained Investigator had previously been turned over to the County or State. A Federal grant had made it possible for Springfield to hire a Detective, though.

"Can you tell me more about yourself, Shay?" Gina asked softly. She knew that one of two things was likely happening: Shay was having a mental episode, or someone had hurt her, maybe drugging her. "Can you tell me how you ended up in the park with no clothes on? Did someone take your clothes, Shay? Was someone holding you maybe?"

 

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"It's nice to meet you, Shay," the redheaded woman said as she helped the blonde into the back seat of the small sedan. "My name, my designation, is Gina."

Shay smiled again. "Gina. Nice designation. Pretty. I like that. Gina. Gi-na."

Shay probably sounded like she was either high as a kite or crazy as a loon, exactly the options that were already going through the detective's mind. Gina continued, speaking of the man helping the pair of women, "That's Joe. He's going to drive us to the clinic so that we can help you, okay?"

"Cli-nic," Shay repeated, again emphasizing the first syllable of a word as if it were the first time she'd heard and then spoken the word herself. "I like that, too. Cli-nic."

Shay wasn't altogether conscious of and certainly not concerned with the fact that her generous bosom was spilling out of the blanket again. When the other female chastised the male with a sharply spoken Joe, Shay only smiled yet again, then giggled slightly as she mimicked Gina, "Joe!" She again laughed softly, repeating, "Joe. That is pretty, too."

"Here, honey, pull this ... yeah ... like that," Gina said as she maneuvered the blanket to hide Shay's breasts.

Shay didn't really understand what the issue was, so she didn't do much to help hide herself. But Gina's instruction on how to hold the blanket closed in front of her cleavage was understood, and Shay clasped her fingers around the two sides of the blanket to keep it in place.

"We're just a couple of blocks from the clinic," Gina said, explaining, "Shay, I'm a police officer, a Detective on the Springfield Police Department."

The blonde didn't respond, except to simply continue smiling politely. Gina asked, "Can you tell me more about yourself, Shay?"

Shay appeared to be considering the question, then smiled wider again and politely answered, "No."

"Can you tell me how you ended up in the park with no clothes on?" Gina asked. "Did someone take your clothes, Shay? Was someone holding you maybe?"

Shay looked down into the cleavage of her spectacular bosom, then opened the blanket again, flashing herself to the other female. "No." Her answer was as short as it could be with no further clarification.

 

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"Gi-na ... Cli-nic ... Joe!"

Shay repeated words with emphasis, tickling Gina. It all seemed so childlike. The Detective couldn't make up her mind as to whether the beautiful blonde was high or simple. Either way, she was sadly comical. Gina felt guilty for enjoying it.

Gina asked,
"No," Shay answered when Gina asked if she could tell them more about her.

Gina waited for more of an answer. It never came. The same response came to the questions of whether or not Shay knew how she ended up in the park, whether or not someone took her clothes, and whether or not she'd been held against her will by someone.

The Detective let the conversation lull for the rest of the ride. Gina took Shay inside as Joe parked the car. The Admitting Nurse recognized the situation as needing immediate attention. She gestured the two women immediately to a room.

"The Doctor is going to see to you now, Shay," Gina told her. "I'm going to step outside, but I'm not leaving, okay? I'll be right outside."

Gina was theoretically off shift, but Shay's appearance had changed that. She needed to call this in to her Chief for his determination of next steps. She also wanted to check on reports of a missing woman fitting Shay's description.

She called the station on her cell when she reached the lobby. She made her initial report and asked about missing persons. The dispatcher told her, "Nothing. I see nothing that even remotely applies to what you're describing, Detective. Maybe she came for the celebration? Got separated from her people? You said she might be high on something? Maybe someone slipped something into her drink?"

"Yeah, all good possibilities, thanks," Gina responded. She ended the call and waited for the Doctor to finish. Joe arrived with two hot coffees and pastries. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I knew there was a reason I loved you."

"I thought it was the incredible sex," Joe whispered, kissing her softly on the lips. "And my cottage on the lake, of course."

"Those, too," Gina responded, chuckling.

Joe had inherited his grandparent's place on Lake Springfield a couple of years back. It hadn't been much when he'd gotten hold of it. But today, after thousands of dollars of renovations and improvements, it was a wonderful place to spend a weekend.

And fuck, too, of course. Joe and Gina had a wonderful sex life. They'd waited almost a month after initially beginning to date to finally consummate their relationship. And consummate it they had. Since then, they rarely went more than 24 hours without some sort of sexual interaction. Well, except for when their jobs separated them.

Gina was a cop, obviously. Joe was the regional manager for a national electrical parts distributor. Her job sometimes took her out of town for investigations or left her sitting in a van on stakeout for days. His took him away for an entire week each month. He was scheduled to depart tomorrow as a matter of fact.

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The Doctor finally came out to speak to Gina after almost 3 hours. "There's nothing wrong with Shay, Detective, other than the fact that she can't remember some things."

"Like?" Gina prompted.

"Well, her full name," the Doctor answered. "Where she lives. How she got to the park. Why she was naked."

"Drugs?" the Detective asked.

"No, none," the Doctor said, looking at the chart. "Her tox' panel was clean. And no sexual abuse either. She wasn't raped."

Gina thought for a moment. "So, what now? What do I do with her?"

"That's up to you, Detective," the Doctor said. "But you have to do something with her. She can't stay here. There's nothing wrong with her. And you can't commit her to the County Psych' Ward 'cause there's no sign that she had any mental issues. Other than her amnesia, I mean."

"Amnesia, you're sure?" Gina inquired.

The Doctor very unprofessionally shrugged his shoulders. He handed the clipboard to a nearby nurse, asked her to discharge Shay, and told Gina, "Sorry I couldn't do more for you, Detective."

He turned and departed to tend to a bleeding child and his panicked mother. Gina asked Joe to get the car, then headed to the exam room.

 

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As Gina was reentering the exam room, Shay was inserting a tongue depressor into her widely opened mouth, loudly saying, "Ahhhhh...!"

"No, stop, don't do that," the nurse softly chastised, snatching the wooden device. She looked to Gina as she tossed it into the trash, smiling as she said, "Ah, Detective Taylor, thank God."

She directed Shay to sit on the exam table -- this would be the fifth or sixth time, not that Gina knew that -- and turned to the police official to add to the information that the doctor had already given the cop. Softly, she complained, "She's worse than my four-year-old."

The nurse began explaining all the testing that had been done and the subsequent results or lack thereof. "We won't have some of them back for a few days, but what we do have tells us three things: Shay was not sexual abused and shows no signs of abuse or neglect; she was not drugged and doesn't seem to have any known substances in her blood that would cause her current status; and she has some form of amnesia, but other than that had all of her mental acuity and, therefore, is not heading for the looney bin--"

Just then the nurse turned to look at Shay on the exam table, only Shay wasn't on the exam table; she had again rose and moved over to the counter upon which many of the medical supplies were kept. She was holding a cotton ball to her noise, drawing a deep breath to take in the smell of it, just before inserting it into her mouth to eat it.

The nurse spun quickly to Shay and successfully demanded that the young woman open her mouth and give over the now saliva-soaked ball. To Gina she continued her earlier report, "--even though, in my opinion, the looney bin is precisely where Shay needs to be."

Turning back to Gina, the nurse handed her a stack of pages printed from the nearby computer, smiled, and said, "She's all yours, Detective."

Beside her, Shay -- now dressed in a set of flower-print nurse's scrubs and plastic and rubber, slip-proof slippers -- smiled wide as she said to the nurse, "I have enjoyed my visit. Thank you. I hope to once again visit you and your family again soon."

It was more words all at one time than Gina had heard the blonde speak in total previously.

Softly, the nurse murmured, "Oh please, God, no." To Gina she said at normal volume, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with her that a good meal, a day's rest, and a series of visits to a psychologist who deals with amnesia cases won't fix." And then, passing around Gina, the nurse was gone, leaving the two alone.

Shay smiled as she stepped slowly sideways toward the counter again, saying with an emotionless, informative tone, "You are Springfield Police Detective Gina Taylor." It might have seemed as though Shay was simply reassuring Gina that she was all there, figuratively.

Then, reaching out and snatching another one, Shay put another cotton ball into her mouth to eat it.

 

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Gina shouldn't have laughed at Shay trying to eat the cotton ball  or the nurse's reaction but couldn't help it.

"Ah, Detective Taylor," the nurse said with obvious relief. "Thank God. She's worse than my four-year-old."

The medical professional explained the situation with the girl, who was now finally dressed. Gina wasn't happy with the clinic's conclusion. It meant that she was still stuck with Shay. For now, anyway.

"I have enjoyed my visit," Shay told the nurse with a polite, joyous tone and expression. "Thank you. I hope to once again visit you and your family again soon."

"Oh please, God, no," the nurse murmured before telling Gina, "She's all yours, Detective."

The nurse didn't waste time departing. Gina caught Shay again trying to eat a cotton ball, stopped her, and suggested, "How about we get you something to eat other than that."

Ten minutes later, Gina and Joe were watching Shay scarf down a cheeseburger. This was after she had already devoured a large fry  and a large onion rings, washed down by a super sized cola.

"My God," Gina asked, "when did you eat last?"

 

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Shay didn't understand why everyone insisted on depriving her of the cotton balls. Sure, their texture was odd, but they had an interesting taste. Still, the fries had been much better. As had the onion rings. And now the burger. She took a moment to suck on the soda, drinking hard and fast until the liquid was gone and a fun sound occurred where the straw was pulling in mostly air.

"More?" she asked, holding the empty plastic cup out. Joe took it and stood, murmuring, "Thank god refills are free."

Shay returned to the burger, finishing it off before licking her fingers and the paper in which it had been wrapped. She looked to Gina, smiled wide -- a piece of pickle stuck in her otherwise perfect teeth -- and said, "Thank you, Detective. That was delicious. Is there more?"

A noise caught Shay's attention, drawing her eyes to the Playland. Without hesitation, she leapt up and ran for it. Past the doors, she watched the children playing -- jumping, climbing, crawling, sliding -- then suddenly ran for the equipment, disappearing into a tube before anyone could even think about stopping her.

For ten minutes, Shay navigated the Playland, laughing with the children who found her delightful, despite her obviously inappropriate age and size for the place. As Joe watched, he looked to one of the dads sitting at a nearby table; the man's eyes hadn't left Shay since she'd arrived, and as he looked around Joe found two more dads ogling Shay as well.

"Okay, no, this has to stop," a voice said with authority. Joe looked to find the fast-food restaurant's manager standing behind him. The man looked to Joe, asking, "Is she with you?"

Joe pointed an accusing finger immediately at his girlfriend, saying playfully, "Her."

Shay would eventually be retrieved, but it wouldn't be easy; she pouted like a child, asking, "Why can I not continue to play? I was having fun."

Behind her, the children who'd been enjoying her joined in, chanting, "Shay! Shay! Let her play! Shay! Shay! Let her play!"

 

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"More?" Shay asked. She waggled her empty soda cup.

Joe took it, murmuring, "Thank god refills are free."

"Even so, feeding this woman is going to break me," Gina told him.

"You're not actually paying for this are you?" he asked. "I mean, isn't this on the Department?"

"God, I hope so," she answered.

"Thank you, Detective," Shay said. "That was delicious. Is there more?"

The blonde had just finished the last of the super-sized meal Gina had forked out big bucks for. The Detective rarely spent money on fast food anymore. The cost of eating out had simply risen too much after minimum wage hikes in the State. Oh, Gina was tickled that people in the service industry were getting paid better nowadays. They worked hard, many of them still at two or more part time jobs. They deserved a living wage. Most still weren't getting it.

On the other hand, Gina's wages hadn't risen to match. In fact, after State, County, and City budget cutbacks, her expendable income had dropped consistently over the past 8 years. Burgers and fries, onion rings and super-sized drinks were out for her, generally speaking. So, her answer to Shay as to whether there was more was a simple but firm, "No. There isn't."

The lack of a second round didn't seem to dampen the woman's spirits, though. Shay was up and gone and deep inside the playland in a flash. Joe returned with the drink to ask where their new friend was. Gina pointed, and her boyfriend laughed. "Are we sure there isn't something mental about her?"

"The Doc says no," Gina answered. "Nothing he could see anyway."

"Okay, no," the fast-food restaurant's manager said when he arrived to find the adult woman crawling about with all the children. "This has to stop. Is she with you?"

Joe, of course, put the blame on Gina with a pointed, accusing finger. "Her."

"I'll take care of it," Gina answered. The manager didn't seem satisfied. Gina flashed the badge on her belt. She stressed, "I'll take care of this."

They fished her out and headed out to the chorus of children calling, "Shay! Shay! Let her play! Shay! Shay! Let her play!"

Gina called her Captain once they were all in the car, asking what to do with her. The man asked with surprise, "You still have her? Why?"

"What the hell was I supposed to do with her?" Gina asked. The two of them argued back and forth for a couple of minutes. At one point, she responded to the man's suggestion, "Just dump her back in the park...? Are you nuts...? She was naked and asked me if she was on Earth!"

They concluded their conversation. Gina looked to Joe, then Shay, then Joe again. "He said to find her a motel room and charge it to the City. He put someone on it back at the Station. They have her prints from the Clinic, so, maybe."

Joe turned to look at Shay in the sedan's back seat, asking, "What did you mean by that, Shay: Is this Earth?"

Gina looked back, too, asking, "Yeah. What did you mean? Where do you think you are? And where did you come from?"

She didn't believe that Shay was from another planet or anything, of course. The inquiries were made in a hope of learning more about the woman and, hopefully, getting her to where she should be.

 

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As her escorts led her out of the playland, the playful blonde waved back to the children who were chanting, "Shay! Shay! Let her play! Shay! Shay! Let her play!"

"Can we come back again?" she asked Gina. "This was an experience that I enjoyed very much ... and from which I took so much that I can report when the time comes."

Of the two, only Joe caught that last part from Shay and asked, "What does that mean, report when the time comes?"

But Shay had realized that they were returning to the car and got excited again; she'd liked the car earlier, particularly when Gina used the siren in a very quick burst to get a man blocking traffic to get the hell out of the way, whatever that had meant.

As they prepared to leave the parking lot, Joe asked their charge, "What did you mean by that, Shay: Is this Earth?"

Gina chimed in, too, asking, "Yeah. What did you mean? Where do you think you are? And where did you come from?"

"I am supposed to be on Planet Earth," Shay answered, clarifying, "It is the third planet revolving the Class 8B3 star designated 315.344 by negative 122.991."

Shay looked between the two a couple of times for their response, then continued her answer, "I come from Home, the fourth planet revolving the Class 5C6 star which -- because the designation system was created by my people -- is obviously designated 0-0."

She once again took a moment to look between the two -- and suddenly Shay began convulsing as if in a massive epileptic fit; her legs and arms kicked all about, and her head tilted and turned in such a degree that it looked as if her neck would just suddenly snap from the stress. Then, after about 30 seconds, she simply went limp in the back seat.

She wouldn't regain consciousness for almost three hours.

 

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"I am supposed to be on Planet Earth," Shay answered Joe and Gina's inquiries about her earlier question, Is this Earth. She explained about the planet upon which the two of them lived, "It is the third planet revolving the Class 8B3 star designated 315.344 by negative 122.991."

Gina simply sat there, staring at Shay from the front seat in silence. The blonde continued by explaining where she'd come from, a star in another distant system. Gina looked to Joe, who met her gaze. Gina was doing her best not to laugh aloud. Again she was thinking looney bin.

Then suddenly, Shay began convulsing in the back seat. Gina unbuckled and turned, asking in panic, "Shay! Shay! What's wrong? What's happening?"

Gina and Joe each hopped out their doors and moved to the back of the car to help. They were just getting control of Shay's convulsing body as the woman suddenly went limp. Joe asked, "What's wrong? What do we do?"



An hour later:

The doctor came out to the lobby to report to Gina and Joe that he could find nothing physically wrong with Shay. "Without more information about her medical history, I can't tell you anything more. It could be epilepsy. It could be an illicit drug of which we cannot detect and are unfamiliar. It could be something neurological that we simply have not detected. I don't know what to say."

They finished up, Joe headed for home for a rest, and Gina went into Shay's room and laid down on the padded sitting area often used by visitors as an overnight sleeping place. She was determined to remain with Shay until the woman regained consciousness.

 

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(OOC: I'm going to alter something in my partner's last post. I have her permission.)

Shay was silent and still in her bed, with her eyes closed. But she was listening to all that the doctor had to say to Gina and Joe as they stood just beyond the opened ICU room door. "It could be epilepsy. It could be an illicit drug ... It could be something neurological that we simply have not detected. I don't know what to say."

Joe departed, and Gina came in and laid down on the padded shelf-like space next to the window. The police detective fell asleep.

Four hours later:

Gina awoke while an ICU nurse was checking the vitals of the fully conscious Shay, who was sitting up in her bed devouring a meal from the clinic's kitchen. The nurse said, "You're fit as a fiddle, Shay. You can go home once they process your paperwork."

The nurse turned to Gina, saying, "We put the bill on the Springfield Police Department's tab. I'm assuming that's correct?"

The police department brought people into the clinic on almost a daily basis, despite the town being a small one. Some were victims of crimes, others were perpetrators of it, and the remainder were recipients of welfare checks.

The nurse left, and Shay immediately began, "I am sorry if I frightened you and your friend, Gina. This was my first informational download process in a Human body. If I had known how it was going to affect me, I would have warned you."

She paused to scarf down the remains of a pudding cup, groaning with delight at the delicious flavor before continuing. "I received verification that I am, in fact, on Planet Three of the Class 8B3 star designated 315.344 by negative 122.991."

Shay chuckled. "How embarrassing would that have been to prepare for a mission to Earth, only to end up on Mars or Venus?"

She slipped out of bed as she laughed again, walked to the mirror on the back of the opened bathroom door, and suddenly dropped her hospital gown. She stood there naked, examining her body in the reflection for a long moment. Then, looking to Gina, she asked, "This body would be considered very beautiful and sexy, wouldn't it? Do you think I would win the competition?"

Shay pointed toward the television high in one corner of the room. One of the many unreality supermodel shows was playing. The contestants were in the middle of some sort of competition that involved them all being in very revealing bikinis.

Even though the television's sound was muted, Shay suddenly began repeated everything that was being said by the contestants in real time as they were saying it.

 

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"We put the bill on the Springfield Police Department's tab," the nurse told Gina, asking, "I'm assuming that's correct?"

"I guess so, for now anyways," Gina said. Her Sergeant had told her told take Shay to the clinic, so.

"I am sorry if I frightened you and your friend, Gina," Shay began.
"Frightened?" Gina responded. "You scared the shit out of us. What the hell was that? Do you have epilepsy? Are you are drugs? I mean, the way you broke into a seizure, wow."
"This was my first informational download process in a Human body," Shay answered. "If I had known how it was going to affect me, I would have warned you."

Gina just stared as Shay returned to her breakfast offerings, in this case a pudding cup. She asked with obvious scrutiny in her tone, "Informational download process? In a Human body?"

"I received verification," Shay continued, "that I am, in fact, on Planet Three of the Class 8B3 star designated 315.344 by negative 122.991."

Totally confused, Gina mumbled, "Planet Three?"

Shay chuckled. "How embarrassing would that have been to prepare for a mission to Earth, only to end up on Mars or Venus?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Shay?" Gina asked. The other woman's lunacy was causing the Detective to act unprofessionally.

Shay slipped out of bed and was suddenly standing naked in front of a full length mirror, examining her figure. She looked to Gina, asking, "This body would be considered very beautiful and sexy, wouldn't it?"

Gina just stared at the woman, both out of shock and interest. Her boyfriend, Joe, had no idea of it, but Gina had had female lovers in the past, and sometimes she missed the touch and look of a woman, particularly a beautiful one.

And Shay was beautiful! My God, how insanely fucking beautiful. The problem, of course, was the  insane part. Shay was nuts. Gina knew that. Third planet? Star designations? And the whole getting naked at the drop of a hat thing, too.

"Do you think I would win the competition?" Shay asked.

Gina was still ogling the blonde's delicious figure, not immediately hearing or comprehending the question. It finally hit her, and Gina asked, "Competition? What competition?"

Shay pointed to the unreality show with its tall, leggy, bikini class models prancing and dancing about. The television's sound was muted, yet Shay was speaking all of the dialogue being traded between the models and the hostess.

Gina watched the screen and listened to Shay. The Detective had employed lip readers on cases before, so she understood what Shay was doing.

But Shay's  performance was perfect! Amazing! She even seemed to speak two different voices simultaneous when models were talking over one another, although Gina knew that couldn't be possible.

Then the impossible happened. Shay continued speaking the words, but there was no model or hostess on screen speaking. Shay was somehow repeating the monologue of an off screen hostess or presenter or moderator or whomever.

Gina looked to Shay, confused. "How the hell are you doing that?"

 

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Shay didn't understand what Gina was saying about epilepsy, drugs, or seizures. She hadn't actually registered that last one, although she did understand that something she'd done had upset Gina and Joe.

"How the hell are you doing that?"

Shay was confused, but Gina made her inquiry clear. "I am hearing what is being said and repeating it. Not hearing as you would hear it, Gina, with your ears. I am receiving it, the signal, similarly to but far more efficiently than the television itself is receiving it. You see, the television receives the data via the cable coming from the wall, which is fed by a satellite signal receiving dish on the roof of this structure, which is serviced by a satellite in stationary low Earth orbit."

She paused a moment for Gina's response. All Shay got was a stare. Smiling, Shay continued, "In addition to receiving digital signals from satellites in low Earth orbit, I can also receive digital signals from more proximal devices, such as the cellular device in your pocket that is attempting to gain your attention by vibrating rhythmically, Gina."

Shay waited to see if Gina would respond to the incoming phone call, but either way she would tell her in her constantly calm manner, "I believe your immediate supervisor is attempting to contact you to ask you to respond to a situation taking place in the lobby of this very clinic."

With that, Shay went back to inspecting her still naked body in the mirror, smiling with delight at the understanding that her form was considered appealing to the other woman in the room.