Bob was Right!

He had been thinking long and hard about his retirement plan. His life just isn't working for him anymore. He wasn't much to look, but he a very kind man. In fact, so kind that he and the battle-axe he calls his women didn't get along much. Every day while making breafkast he says his mantra:

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Get a job. Go to work.

Get Married. Have children.

Follow fashion. Walk on the pavement.

Watch TV. Obey the ungodly laws.

Act normal. Save money for old age.

Now, repeat after me: “I am free."

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He is anything but free. He has taxes and child support, groceries and gas. Leaky plumbing, the work as they say.

He thinks his best plan for retirement is to be abducted by aliens.

In outer space, he assumes, their are no jobs, no fashions, no government overeach. I'm fact he could bring some Earthling Ideas there. Reninvent Earth there.

As he walks to car after his shift he relizes he's not alone. Grey-heads are everwhere. They've persuaded him to come and see what they have discovered. He's not the least bit afarid.

He's directed to sit on a circular object. They begin telling him about the travels of space travel. That they can't be sure of the survival rates or the destination. It's basically a one-way trip which he had intended. Disgusted by Earth, people, and politicians - so yes, disgusted, they place him a tub. The tub begins to fill up with a green ooze probably to protect him from spacetravels.

Not a very short trip, and he lands on a somewhat primitive island. He sees creature that are mostly closely in resemblance to Aboriginies on Earth. It is some 60,000 years before he left. But this tribe has nothing. They ate their meat raw, the water is unsanitary, and they have no clothes.

Both dedcided the least he could do, is build a fire. Can't do anything without a fire. Otherwise you are eating raw meet, getting dental problems and a whole host of other problems. Bob turned on his boy scout training, and within minutes a fire was born!

There are initial shrieks of fear! How did Bob know how to do that? They just shrugged it off to beginner's luck. Once the fire was rolling, he should to them how to put on a stick to cook better. Once the aliens began to enjoy the tasty meat, they didn't want to go back.

The greyheads wanted other information. What would you have to drink? Bob - literally saying "hold my Beer" showing them the basic process for drinking beer. Now they have more and more questions. What else does he know and how does it now it? He suggests that they find some metal shards.

Once the first fire was going, you could find pieces of metal and create axes that are much easier to handle, and the fallen trees could be make into canoes.

Bob didn't realize it, but he was than a teacher to them. In his short time, he taught fire, cooking on a pot, and that alcohol was safer than water at this point time. Before Bob Knew it, he had turned into the myth, the man, the legend. He was being seen as a diety.

Bob was not sure what to do - come clean, but he didn't think that was possible as they didn't understand everything fully. He rolled with the punches teaching them all sorts of survival skils. They were learning to prepare meat, create a lean-to to sleep in. In short, he was imporving their life. They know had fire, tools, water and food. His accidental trip lead to great advances in their culture.

He went from a teacher status to a demi-god. How could such a being possess so much information, the natives wondered. He must've been sent from God, or how else would he know all that. Nubian looking girls began crowing around him just to get a whiff of success. That's when things took a turn for the worse. Next thing he knows, he's in solitary confinment. They didn't want him to have their woman too. He was a victim of own success. Now he's locked up no better than when he was on Earth.

As they saying goes, where you go, you take you with you. But this won't be the end of the line - no this is just the first stop of many during his trip through the universe. Not sure how he's getting out, but he will. Bob is not a caged animal. So he sits and waits.