Hello Nude Day Contest Readers. I had a bit of a struggle categorizing this one. It is certainly science fiction in nature, but I'm telling you right now - it isn't very erotic. Given this is Literotica, it seems in order to fire off that warning shot ;) That said, I had a terrific time writing this. For the geeks in the crowd, the coordinates listed are all real. If you want to follow along with the story, just plug them into Google Earth or most mapping programs - a straight cut and paste should bring the locations up. Thanks for reading, and hope your summer is going well.
1986
Somewhere near Cedar City, Utah
37 37 48.25N 112 59 34.62W
"Hello out there. My name is Phil Bensen. I am sixteen years old and I live on the planet earth. Earth is the third planet in orbit around what we call Sol, a planet in the Milky Way. I could tell you a bunch of stuff about our planet, but if you get this maybe you'll come along for a visit and find out for yourself. What I'll tell you is Earth is full of all sorts of animals, and human beings are the most in control -- for good or for bad.
Human beings have two sexes, male and female. I'm a male.
I'd tell you about females, but I don't know too much. The other guys always talk about getting laid, in scientific jargon -- copulation. For me, I don't care about copulation. I'd just like someone to kiss. If I could have a girlfriend who I could kiss every day, it would be amazing. If I could just hold her and kiss her, I wouldn't worry too much about the getting laid part. So far, I've kissed three girls -- and it was amazing with every one of them. I dated Cheri Little for two and a half weeks and it was the best fifteen days of my life. We kissed - a lot. One time we were watching TV on the couch and we both fell asleep. Her head was on my arm, it was as close to heaven as I've ever been."
"Anyway, she broke up with me about a month ago and now every time I think about her it feels like my heart is going to stop. She's dating Jason now. He's one of my best friends, and I know I'm supposed to hate him but I can't. That doesn't change the fact that I feel like I'm going to throw up whenever I picture them together."
"So, I'm sitting here on top of a mountain, looking up at the stars, and wanting to share this with someone. I've put together this radio cannon -- that's what I call it anyway. I'm shooting out this message to whoever might get it and it actually makes me feel a little better. Even if this message reaches you a million years from now, I just want you to know that someone else knows what it is like to be alone."
"This is Phil Bensen, on the outskirts of Cedar City, Utah, signing off."
Phil unplugged from the battery array he'd put together in the back of his dad's truck and looked at his ingenious device one more time. It had taken him over two years of tinkering around, but he'd finally gotten something that broadcast a signal he believed was strong enough escape the atmosphere and continue on - hopefully forever.
Driving back through dark hills outside of Cedar City, Phil began having a few regrets.
"Crap," he said to himself.
He often talked to himself on his drives through the mountains.
"I could be the first human voice some alien hears from Earth, and they're going to think the planet is full of teenagers who whine about being lonely. Good job, Phil!"
The message was soon forgotten -- well, not forgotten, but stored away in the back of his mind.
The device wasn't forgotten, however. Phil continued modifying his signal amplifier which could boost the power of nearly any frequency over a thousand times. He nearly got in trouble from the FCC for broadcasting Oingo Boingo on 88.1 FM with a signal that reached all the way to Green River, Colorado and Death Valley, California.
With a newer version of the amplifier he won the Utah State Science Competition, and took second in the national competition, winning a scholarship to UC Berkeley in the process.
Just after turning 18 - the son of a history professor and an English teacher found himself leaving the sleepy little town in Utah and moving to one of the nation's hotbeds of technology and counter-culture, set to embark on a great adventure -- his goal, to change science as we know it, and discover alien life.
July 14, 2010 -- 1:38 AM
The Hollenbeck Palms Retirement Home
34 2 22.66N 118 13 14.49W
A curious glow drifted through the halls of the Hollenbeck Palms. It drifted in and out of the resident's rooms - touching one of them now and again. Once it left, they were visited by a curious sense of peace and comfort -- knowing they weren't truly alone.
The glow finally settled into the room of Leilani Sigridsdottir. The daughter of an Icelandic/English/Native American father and a Somalian/Fijian/Russian/Japanese mother, Leilani had once been a stunning beauty -- taking the best from each country in her background.
Along with the superior physical traits, she had inadvertently become the most perfect genetic human being ever to be born. What no one knew, except her, was she was the oldest person on the planet -- having been born in the year 1877. Senility had just begun to inch its way in -- but she still had her good days.
Today, in the wee hours of the morning, she wondered if her mind was now taking the final journey down the road to senility -- because her young self was standing before her, naked. The woman in front of her reminded her of what she'd in the mirror when she'd been perhaps nineteen or twenty.
She looked at the high, full, proud breasts -- the round and ripe hips -- the once legendary hair that seemed to scintillate with every hue. The eyes -- the eyes were the same. The greenish blue eyes stood out like jewels against the brown skin.
"I used to look like that," she said, smiling. "I suppose I was quite the beauty. Now I can see it."
Her other self, her younger self, reached out to place a tender hand on her wrinkled cheek.
The old woman saw stars; millions upon millions of stars glowing and talking among each other. Like the others in the home who had been visited by the glowing light that evening, Leilani was enveloped in warm glow of comfort. Leilani knew she was not alone.
As the young, naked beauty walked out of the rear entrance of the Hollenbeck Palms, the old woman named Leilani made a decision. She had spent as much time as she wished to on this planet and now she knew there was something beyond. As the dawn broke, her breathing grew more shallow. As the first ray of the sun streamed onto her face, she liked to imagine that her soul leapt onto the slanted beam and climbed away in search of a new adventure.
July 14
th
, 2010 -- 12:15 PM
Glendale Galleria- The Food Court
34 8 39.96N 118 15 34.44W
"Melanie, are you there?"
Melanie grabbed the radio handset.
"Yeah Doug, what's up?"
"I think we found the nude beauty. She's in the food court at the Galleria."
All morning, reports had been filtering in about sightings of a gorgeous nude woman walking northward through Los Angeles. She had been elusive and had moved with surprising quickness for someone on foot.
"Alright -- I'm nearby. I'll get right over there." said Melanie. "Crazy Nude Day activists."
In the Galleria all of the food court was stopped. Standing in the center was the most beautiful, naked woman any of them had ever seen.
Her skin glistened -- not from anything supernatural, but from perspiration. She had been moving rapidly, walking or running as she learned the mechanics of this new body.
Something had been stirring in her mind -- a longing of some sort. Upon passing this collection of buildings, an odor had reached out to her and she had followed the smell into the food court. It was the smell that attracted her. Her body seemed to be longing for something associated with the smell.
Just as everyone was observing her -- she was watching them in turn. The males of the species seemed to react to her differently -- they admired her, or something along those lines. Some of the females seemed to admire her too. Others were ambivalent, and others shook their heads in what was apparently disapproval. She mimicked all of their mannerisms.
When the men whooped, she smiled in encouragement. With the women who frowned, she tried shaping her face into the frown -- which seemed to make them frown even more.
The smell took over again. She followed the pungent, sweet aroma toward a counter which had a black and white creature painted on the sign. May, the young Asian-American who stood behind the counter was at a loss and could only do what she'd been trained to do.
"Would you like to try a sample of our Beijing Beef?"
May offered the woman a little paper container. The nude woman looked at it curiously, smelling it and smiling. She didn't seem to know what to do with it.
May took a sample herself and lifted the toothpick to her mouth.
"You do this," she explained, popping the strip of crispy-battered beef into her mouth.
The woman followed suit, and her face broke into an overwhelming grin.
Some might bemoan the fact that this newborn creature's first taste of food on our planet was from the McDonald's of Asian food, Panda Express -- but the naked woman would have argued differently. The strong burst of salt and sweet, of fried fat and sweet sauce was an explosion of sensations that thrilled her immensely.
