There is no malice in their actions, I have to believe that.
The pain was almost unbearable when they took the samples, when they cut, when they removed tissue, when they opened, when they probed, when they bored.
I have to believe that their thirst for knowledge is benign, that my pain is given to provide answers that will benefit mankind, that will help them to help mankind.
There has to be a reason for them being here, for me being here, for my suffering.
They use no anaesthetics, no numbing agent, no painkiller. Maybe pain is a concept as alien to them as I am.
Maybe their anaesthetics would harm me, or maybe they look upon me as a lower life form that doesn't merit compassion or consideration.
Yet still, I have to believe that there is no malice in their actions... I have to believe that.
The alternative is unthinkable.
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.