no luck, you are alive.

The world was pain.

Everything on your body hurt and burned.

Even the one part that wouldn't come to mind.

Your ears!

As you try for the fourth time to open your eyelids despite the pain it causes you to move any part of your body you are left to focus on the only sense that you have left that shouldn't hurt you.

It did. Around you was a concert of ultralow frequency modulation mixed with high pitched wails and clicking sounds.

No humain ever learned to talk Grey. For three reasons. First they rarely spoke to anyone, second if you found a Grey you'd better kill it, third the damn language was unspeakable by humans and made you ears bleed when listened to.

Of course you could always count on engineers to find solutions to mankind's issues. Two generations of AI later they got a program that could translate Grey without trying to terminate itself or become a sociopathic threat to the universe.

While the sounds used are horrible , the language behind it is very rationnal and is more closer to computer code than language. And you had one of these programs in your implant.

You even manage to get an eye open.

You and Diana were hung face down on strange contraptions from the ceiling long robotic armed held you by your limbs and your neck.

You engaged the program and ovet the painful noise you now heard words.

"Human male, 22 cycles, physically lower average, superior intellect. Prospective breeder for alpha quality food supply. Found with 16 Flavian females impregnated with his seed , 67 units in production, 34 are carrier of genes for superior intellect, cull the rest. " said one of the Greys standing in the chamber.

With humans or Draykchins you could expect a toture chamber to be dark, moist, cold with dried blood and **** tolls in view, your torturer beating you and screaming insults at you.

Grey strapped you in a white walled, white floored, pristine lab and calmly exposed how they intented to kill your children and keep some of them to breed them for food while keeping a neural flail engaged and making you wish you were dead. The only problem was , that with their level of tech you won’t die until they let you and they might even bring you back if they thought it fun.

"Female human, 23 cycles, physically upper average, average intellect. Delta food quality, damaged by overuse for breeding purposes. High content of Flavian seed found in all cavities, not impregnated, genetic defect? Food quality too low for harvest, propose beginning phase 6 of human body modification experimental protocols on subject 4567 after termination of subject 4566."

You tried to talk but the clamp around your throat made it impossible. They were going to use you as breeding stock, probably with the flavian as mothers, but they'll want to test other species. Diana her was programmed for what you feared so much in the Greys.

Their body modification protocols were nightmarish, their knowledge of life allowing them to mold or expend flesh in insane shapes and proportions well beyong what would kill you and kept you alive.

The Greys were advanced and found about many things no one knew, but they never invented anesthetics.