Abducted and confused

 Who are those people? Where am I? Why is everything green? What's that big long probe they're bringing uncomfortably close to...? Why are the lights blinking? What are those windows?

Where are we? Have I been abducted? Why me? Am I not a really bad sample? Are these real dumb creature whatever they may be? Or am I actually special like they told me when I was young but I was too shy to believe them? Is it possible I'm a unique specimen like I always imagined myself as a young child but it never really panned out and now these extraterrestrial creatures have discovered my true value? Maybe I'm the most perfect, the most innocent human being? An Ur human person, so to speak? They wouldn't just grab random people, somebody closest to them now? Didn't they travel many light-years for this? They had to be smarter than this?

What's happening now, why do they look...sad? Why are they shouting at each other, why are they shouting? Why is the first person pointing at me and making a big dal out of it, and why does the second person sound so defensive? Do I really understand what they're saying in a way, because language is Universal, or am I imagining, projecting my human expectations and emotions on being totally unnatural and external to the lifestyle we have come to grow in and appreciate? Are they fighting?

Why did the lights go, why is there such quiet in the ship? Where did all the other beings go? Why is there such calculated communication now, as if everybody is afraid of everybody else? Why do I, the prisoner presumably have the box seat view of the actions going on in an intergalactic ship. Should they not show even a bit of more metallic gradients, just so she could understand the differentiation between the minerals they had studied in grad school and a bit later, and the ones they had come to contact with in person? How come did they look so unremarkably uninterested and a little bored in the state of the matters despite doing something that was incalculably unlikely, all things considered?

How were days now more chore and there seemed to be more prisoners of their own kinds than there were humans? Why did it feel like they didn't even care for him anymore not even as a prisoner, and the fact that he might escape and possibly cause havoc was not in their minds? Why were they acting so very mechanical, as if they had lost the will to live and the only reason they were going through their days was because they knew of nothing else to do. Is it true of all life, is the secret of all life to actually find some post-hoc cause for their existence, a meaning in nothingness and the insanity involved, while the interpretations give a semblance of sanity and clarity in this remarkably complex to understand universe?

And now, why did they not even care anymore if he was within the cells or outside, as if getting used to tramatic experiences was a fact of life and the path to nothingness goes through a universe amount of time and extension, and one can hope, and really only hope because ordinary matter abhors interacting the dark matter nothing is wrong with, and instead says he wants to brew a baby's beer, and moma's nonna. She was pretty munorous about it too, when she took her first name. What a cool cat, that.