Michelle sighs. “Basically, you have received an inoculation against aging.”
Anti-aging serum? Wasn’t that impossible? But then again she’d said they were aliens… his mind goes fuzzy a bit.
“You will be among some of the most unique Pets in all the universe ,” she continues. “You will be an Imperial Pet.”
She then turns to Nana, preparing for the next phase of Elladan’s abduction. “Nana, do you have any of the … baby oils?”
Elladan’s mind is in shambles. Imperial pet. Suddenly, this… dream?… is seeming more and more real. He looks at the paper. Personally, he feels like a head of cattle. He looks over at the bot. Baby oils? For what?
Nana giggles softly, hearing his thought as if it was said out loud. “Why, for you sweetie. I am a master of the mix, as all Nanas are. I am here to take care of baby for the rest of his life, and I will be one of your best friends.”
Huh? He looks over. Take care of baby? What baby? Not him, surely. What on earth is going on?
Michelle smiles at the conversation. “Nana, baby has a voyage of 50,000 years. Please prepare him for interface into the dream machine.”
He looks up. 50,000 years? Dream machine? He looks confused as he is led away from the table.
Nana scoops him up in her arms and coos to Elladan. He flushes as she picks him up like an infant. Her strength is incredible, to be able to carry the 127 lb. of himself as if he were a baby. “What’s going on? Lemme down!” He struggles vainly.
Nana smiles sympathetically. “I’ll make you young enough to be baby and old enough to still function as a representative. But don’t worry about THAT for now. For now, you’re just going to be Baby.”
Her voice is so soothing and hypnotic . It is irresistible. “Shh, baby. Nana will take good care of you.”
He relaxes a bit, as she carries him, his struggles pointless. In the end he gives up his struggling.