Aiden's Choices

Aiden (Human):

Living in a world where you get everything you want should be a dream, right? Well, I beg to differ. My name's Aiden and I'm going to tell you what life's like when you have a bunch of super-advanced aliens giving you exactly what you want.

So... going by my first statement, you probably think I'm some kind of philosophical bozo who's gonna wax eloquent on how total freedom is no freedom at all, but you'd be wrong. In all honesty, getting all my desires fulfilled whenever I have them is pretty damn awesome. Like, I've eaten pizza and cookie dough with a frothing pint for every meal, every day for over two years now and I still have a six-pack and butt cheeks that can (literally) crack a walnut. And the really fun part - I don't even need to think or ask for what I want; I just get everything as soon as I desire it!

I was something like eight years ago when I was 20 and taken aboard an alien ship. That much I'm sure of. I think. Ever since I started living a life of pure pleasure, things have been getting a bit... fuzzy. I know that I eat and fuck and sleep and never have to go to the bathroom (unless I want to) and some time around four years ago I kinda just stopped wearing clothes. There's no need for them any more since there are literally no people around, except for the android things that only do what I want all the time. Now, things are starting to get difficult to distinguish - one orgy is the same as the next, regardless of how many details I change.

That's why I started keeping a journal. Thanks to this handy document I know that I was eight years ago, because I started keeping this journal on the third birthday I had over here. At least I think it was the third birthday, I could only remember two prior birthdays when I started writing. Also, full disclosure, I'm not a very 'scientific' chronicler of my own life, so there are days when I just don't write anything and other days when I'm a little... 'imaginative' with the facts. But, hell, even this journal is kept for my own personal pleasure; so what if I stretch the truth a little to make my stories more jerk-off worthy?

Troilus (Alien):

Humans are a peculiar creature - they are among the dullest of the intelligent lifeforms, yet are capable of unique imaginative leaps. My name is Troilus and I am a research student at the Hyporean Academy. I specialize in human studies, focusing on no-reproductive sexual behavior, which is why I have been studying the human called 'Aiden'. I have been monitoring him under laboratory conditions over the last eight years and have learnt some very interesting facts about him and his species. For instance, his particular sub-type of human is called a 'gay' - a closed sexual group that mates exclusively with each other due to a set of complex biochemical reactions called either 'love' or 'lust' and not for the purposes of reproduction.

There are also personal reasons why I chose Aiden's sub-type, chief among which is his morphology. Despite his much lower intellectual capacity, physically, he is almost identical to us Hyporeans - two arms, two legs, a head containing all but two of the major organs of communication, including two eyes (for heightened expression), two ears (which have lost most of their communicative function), one nose (for accentuation), and one mouth (the primary tool). His torso is also magnificent, containing the very same lactating pectorals with nipple apertures that we have, and the final two communicative organs - things his species calls a 'penis' and 'scrotum'.

I have enjoyed my interactions with Aiden immensely, especially thanks to his overwhelming preference to communicate with his sub-facial organs. But recently, the High Council has told me that my experiments must come to an end. As one can imagine, this is devastating news, but understandable, given that my fondness for the gay has started affecting my scientific rigor. Thus, as my final act of research, I will compile my work for posterity. Or at least my pleasure.

As a side note, I will be lodging a formal complaint with the High Council against my supervisors. The manner in which they admonished me for my one and only 'error' (which was really just a minor oversights) early in my research is thoroughly unwarranted. Regardless of all the complex calculations I have done, they choose to reprimand me just because I forgot to factor in the insignificant fact that 1 hyporean year is equal to a little over 12 human years! It has not affected any of my proceeding calculations or experiments, so why make such a fuss over it? I've kept my gay alive and happy for well over a human century, what have they done over that time?