Quantum Entanglement

Astor Hicks took a last longing look at the blue cotton bonnet and slipped it under his belt. The black box containing his soul hovered dutifully over his shoulder. The Greys preferred all earth prisoners have it extracted and transported this way while aboard ship. The transcendental scared them. It was best to set the human’s spirit aside while defiling it bodily.

Hicks wrenched open the sliding hatch doors by mere force of will (and a makeshift shiv). Now inside, he pointed his blaster at the two surprised Greys that jumped up from their game of what appeared to be some kind of space poker.

“I want off this ship. You will help me,” Hicks barked unslinging his pack. He took out a second black box and slid it across the table at them, “Also I’ll need a new vessel for this. 

Preferably empty. 

Preferably a baby. 

Preferably a boy.”