You decide to help the aliens out with their experiment. You look over and in a far corner, see a large metallic chair. The very sight makes you lose your breath. It's got restraints to prevent the "subject" from escaping. There's blood all over the floor. There are dozens of attachments all around and attached to the chair. Although most are too alien to recognize their function, you can tell the obvious ones -- knives and other extraction instruments.

 The aliens are talking amongst themselves now. They look at you expectantly. One of them speaks, "So, what do you think?"

 You barely croak out, "I can't believe what I have gotten myself into."

 "Oh that. Yes. I do admit we have made quite a mess around here lately. And I think you're going to do a fine job helping us out with that." The others nod in agreement enthusiastically.

 You don't know what to do.

 Suddenly, you have a thought.

If you act on the thought, turn to Page 70.

 

If you decide not to act on the thought, turn to Page 57.