She had seen this world many times. She was around long before humanity came into being. Abraxa had the look of a human. Anyone looking at her would see a beautiful woman, standing six feet two inches tall, with long black hair and light bronze skin. Her eyes were a steely blue. Although she looked like a woman, she was not. Abraxa was one of the Zethrans.
The Zethrans were a race of beings similar to humans in external physiology. They were very different species. The Zethrans had amazing technology. They had spaceships and interdimensional travel at a time when humans were still discovering fire. The Zethrans used their technology to improve themselves. They created bio-enhanced bodies for themselves to inhabit. These bodies were designed to be tall and beautiful, with flawless physiques and a very long lifespan. Each bio-enhanced body could last several thousand years. The Zethrans simply transferred their consciousness to a new body when an old one gave out. Thus, they achieved immortality.
After thousands of years, Zethran society has become stagnant. They lived in a magnificent high-tech city inside a dome on a distant planet called Zethra. The Zethran population numbered in the three hundred thousands. They had achieved utopia. There was no longer any purpose to their lives. They didn't have to work or pay taxes. They didn't have crime, poverty or hunger. They led utterly boring lives. They lived in perfect health for thousands upon thousands of years. Death was unheard of in their world. Sometimes, accidents happened when a bio-enhanced body died and if the person inside couldn't get to a Body Shop in time, he or she would die. But that's about it.
Abraxa was a Zethran female. She had become bored with her life on Zethra. She wanted some excitement. She decided to travel to the only place in the universe where fun could still be had. The place she had been watching longingly for thousands of years. She went to the hangar where the spaceships were kept. She took a light-speed ready spaceship and opened the inter-dimensional drives. It would take a light-speed vessel two centuries to travel from Zethra to Earth but an inter-dimensional spacecraft could make the trip in just a few years. Abraxa went into the spaceship, and flew off.
The ship flew into the skies of Zethra and Abraxa looked at her planet. Zethra was a world covered with ice and crystals. There were no animals there anymore. This was a world that had been dead for centuries. Abraxa did not miss her fellow Zethrans. Most Zethrans, both the males and the females were hedonistic. They openly practiced bisexuality and experimented with all life had to offer. They lost their interest in truly living after thousands of years of hedonism. They had seen it all and done it all.
Abraxa sat inside the ship and punched the coordinates of the primitive planet Earth into the semi-sentient computer. She sat down and relaxed. For the first time, she felt at peace. She was leaving the advanced yet utterly boring world of Zethra behind. She didn't want it anymore. In her opinion, the hundreds of thousands of men and women who lived there could go to hell. Since they achieved immortality, they had become such a boring and tedious race. There was nothing they strove to achieve. No goals. No chaos. Just wanton sexual experimentation. There was nothing against that but many of them were sated with sex and had become little more than walking drones with no purpose in their immortal lives.
Abraxa activated the spaceship's cryogenic pod and went to sleep in there. She would wake up in seven years, and hopefully on the planet Earth. The body she inhabited, although fully grown and healthy was only twenty years old. It was made to last thirty three hundred years. An eternity to spend in one body but they were designed to be strong. She went to sleep, and dreamed of the unknown world she was about to go to. She was leaving Zethra and its boring immortals behind.
The Spaceship traveled many million miles in space. Abraxa slept inside the cryopod. The spaceship was large, roughly the size of four or five greyhound buses put together. It was triangular in shape and made of Zethrium, a shapeshifting polyalloy several thousand times stronger than earthly steel yet infinitely more durable and flexible. The ship flew through space and its beautiful occupant slept inside. It entered the Sol system after seven years of travel. It went into a system of nine planets orbiting a yellow sun. It flew into the third rock from the sun...and crashed. The spaceship flew into the planet Earth. It entered the region of North America. More specifically, the region of Morehouse, Colorado. It crashed into the Desert.
When the spaceship crashed into the Desert, its computer activated the awakening protocol and opened up the cryogenic pod. The machines worked to awaken Abraxa's dormant body. She awakened. She stirred and realized something was wrong and went out of the spaceship. She stepped into the hot sands of the Colorado Desert. This was a strange place...so hot. Not at all like the cities she had seen in recordings made of Earth. The place was hot, that was a nice change from the ice-covered world she came from. She looked at skies of a pure blue and smiled to herself.
"Yes, I made it!" she cried out loud.
Patrick Iverson drove into the Desert. He didn't want to go back to the city. He had nothing to do there. He drove around until nightfall, then he parked his car near a huge rock and took out a whole case of Beer. Not your light beer bullshit but some heavy duty man's beer. He walked around, drinking. Life stank. Everything was going wrong, from his girlfriend to the fact that he was fired. He was thirty four years old and didn't have a prayer.
Abraxa sensed someone or something coming. She looked at the ship. The machine was trying to repair itself. It would be ready for flight in a few days. It had a power source that never ran out. When she sensed what might be a threat, she spoke to the ship's computer and ordered it to activate the Cloaking Device. Almost immediately, the ship became invisible. A powerful holographic projector created the image of a rock over the area the ship covered. Nothing and no one could see through that.
Someone was coming. Abraxa could tell it was a man. She approached him
