Ten years ago...
Astronaut Bryant Shelby was floating 250 miles above the earth, traveling at a speed of 17,500 miles per hour as he worked on a satellite held in the the grip of the Canadarm assembly outside the International Space Station. Cabled to the exterior of the ISS, he tried to loosen the bolt holding the panel which lead to the failed electronics assembly inside the two-year-old, sixty-million-dollar satellite.
"It just isn't working. Any suggestions?" he asked NASA by radio.
"Hang on Bryant. We'll figure something out for you," Jason Clarke, his NASA radio controller in Houston said. He looked at his team of five all looking at their respective computer screens to monitor his spacewalk. "We got the top scientific minds in the world working on this." He gave a slight smile as they met his glance, smiling back, responding to his joke. "Their educated suggestion is to try whacking the thing."
"Okay, Houston, commencing whacking," Bryant said, laughing. He hit the satellite's panel with his gloved hand several times and the panel suddenly popped open, the boards inside coming online and lighting up and blinking like a Christmas tree.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, his view of several star constellations was blackened, catching his attention. He looked and could see the shape of the unknown spacecraft and mentally calculated its large size as it seemed to set into a higher orbit.
"Oh my God!" he said into his radio. "Houston... do you see that? It's... it's huge!"
Clarke looked at the big video screen on the wall showing Bryant working on the satellite. His crew looked up at him, shrugging and shaking their heads, not understanding what Bryant was talking about. "That's negative, Shelby... there's nothing on our scopes. What do you see?"
Shelby pushed away from the Canadarm to move towards the camera mounted ten feet from him. He slowly turned the camera towards the large orbiting ship.
"Oh my God... what in the hell...?" Clarke said to himself, watching the video feed. "Cut off the network feed and make sure this damn thing is recording." He shook his head as he looked at the image closely. "Get me the White House."
*****
Present day...
The email was titled "MUST READ! You have a ghost in your vagina!" which made Emmanuelle chuckle. She would have immediately deleted it had it not come from her Cousin Janice. Janice was a little older than her and always passed her conspiracy theories and other strange things, some of which were actually fun to read. Although, some of them got her into trouble and some were interesting but really out there.
Emmanuelle read the email to herself. "You have to pay attention and watch the video in the link below," it started. "The future of the human race is at risk! It might sound crazy, but I can tell you that it happened to me! I had two inside me! So I'm checking regularly now. You better get yourself checked!"
She shook her head. "Ok, Janice... what the hell did you send me now?" Below the message was a link to an online video followed by several forwarded messages from other people. As she scrolled through the other messages, most had the same story to report... all said they found one or two and that this was the most important discovery in the world.
She knew she probably shouldn't do it, but she clicked on the link for the video. In just a second another window popped up and the video started loading. In the initial frozen window, a young woman, not much older than her was staring at the camera, her mouth half opened mid-sentence. She looked a little scared and a little determined and looked like she was sitting in her basement or something.
Emmanuelle pressed the play button and the video started.
"Please... you have to listen to me. I know this is going to sound crazy," the woman said, sounding... well... crazy. "I don't know how long this video will stay up before they pull it down. I don't know how far this has influenced our government. But I can't be silent." She sat back in her chair still looking at the camera. "I... I don't know where to start, really, but... think about this... if you look at the world around us you can't miss what's happening. Birthrates around the world are way down. Miscarriages are up... the incidence of male impotence and barren women are rising fast. And then we see the rising incidence of birth defects."
The woman sat forward. "We are not having kids. All over the world we're losing our population. And while the world sits around and blames Global Warming, there's something far more sinister behind it. We have been invaded by an unknown force. And they are trying to wipe out the human race in just a few generations by making sure we don't have kids."
She made fists to emphasis her point. "They are killing us without firing a shot. And who are they? Well, that we don't know. But we do know how they're doing it. There is a kind of virus... a parasite... that they've unleashed on the world. And that parasite is causing all these birth issues."
"A parasite?" Emmanuelle asked no one in particular, nodding as if Janice was indeed crazy mental if she believed this.
"This... parasite... is already in the bodies of many men and women and it's invading more every single day. We don't know how it gets in our bodies but we know it's there. And its goal is to destroy either the woman's egg or the male's sperm. We're not sure which yet. I have seen the parasite. I have touched it. I know for an absolute fact that it exists."
"And... no pictures or anything..." Emmanuelle muttered skeptically.
"We call it a ghost because it somehow is able to evade all of our imaging technology. It doesn't show up on x-ray or CAT scan or MRI... it doesn't show up in picture or videos. But... you can literally see it with your own eyes. Well, at least for a minute or two. Then it just... dissolves into nothing. No trace left at all. So the medical establishment calls me crazy. They can't see it with all their fancy computers so it must not exist. Well... it does exist fuckers."
"Whoa," Emmanuelle chuckled a little. The woman was getting a little worked up.
"You can't detect externally if you have it... except if maybe you keep having miscarriages or are barren. The only other case is if you are very wet all the time and feel a constant need to masturbate. We think that's the parasite moving inside you, probably over your G-spot. But there is no bleeding or scarring or anything else to indicate it's there. The only way to know is to check."
"Check?" Emmanuelle asked. "If there's no external symptoms, what in the world would I check for?"
"The only way we've found that you can check for it in women is by literally feeling for it... and then grabbing and pulling it out. It likes to connect to the walls of your vagina and feels like a very flexible snake about the size of a finger. You can't pull it off the wall without injuring the person, but you can make it dislodge itself by making the woman orgasm. Because of the contractions of the vaginal wall and the hormones secreted, the parasite floats free, ready to do its destruction. That's when it's vulnerable."
Emmanuelle looked at the woman in the video as she demonstrated the steps in the air. She could see her supposedly fingering a woman with one, then two, then three fingers, then reaching up and in and grabbing the parasite, then pulling it out, as if an invisible woman were standing there as a model. What she did didn't look right... at all. It made Emmanuelle a little uncomfortable. It looked like some kind of freaky porn move or something.
"For women, the best position is for the patient to be upright and the assistant to be either kneeling in front of them or lying beneath them. Gravity then seems to help put the parasite at the entrance of the vagina and easy to remove. The second best position is to work from behind the patient in what people call the doggy-style position so that you can get your fingers in deep. For obvious reasons I can't demonstrate the techniques on a person.
"Obviously, for women, you'll need some help. You can't reach up inside yourself far enough to find all of them. Guys, of course, have it far easier. In men, it makes its home inside the penis, ready to dislodge and move into the vagina. To extract it from a man, you can see a little bit of its translucent tail when he ejaculates. If you grab it and pull at just the right moment, you can remove it from him. Guys can luckily do that themselves if they're aware enough."
"Holy crap!" Emmanuelle said, looking around a second. This was practically getting into porn as she watched the woman demonstrate the technique in the air, on some huge, invisible cock, her hand moving up and down, up and down, rotating a little as it moved. It was a little... arousing, actually.
"The best position to remove it from a guy is to have him standing as you kneel in front of him or to be on all fours so that his penis faces downwards, again, letting gravity help. As I said before, when it's removed from the body it dies, dissolving into nothing in just a minute or two.
"You'll be grossed out, but don't worry, it can't hurt you. You can squish it or throw it on the ground and just let it dissolve into nothing."
The woman sat back in her seat again. "I can't emphasize how important it is to check yourself and then check again regularly. Some people have multiple parasites in them and some have become re-infected in as little as a few days. Since we don't know how it gets inside us, we don't know what to stop doing. Please... find a friend or partner so you can check each other regularly."
