In the still of a late-night field, under a canopy of twinkling stars, our scene unfolds with a peculiar charm. Meet Roger, played by the impressively versatile Michael Vegas, a man on a mission that's as eccentric as his wardrobe. Clad in nothing but boxer shorts, a UFO t-shirt, and LED glasses, this self-published conspiracy theorist is a sight to behold. With his hair slicked back and a can of liquid caffeine in hand, he's the embodiment of unorthodox passion, a performer dedicated to his craft. Roger is no ordinary stargazer. He's a man chasing a phenomenon that's haunted the skies for decades - ghost rockets. Tonight, he's putting the final touches on his magnum opus, an antenna designed to transmit mathematical equations into the cosmos. It's a Hail Mary pass, a desperate attempt to make contact with the unknown. As he tinkers, he mutters into a makeshift gadget on his wrist, recounting historical sightings, his voice a blend of obsession and desperation. It's a performance that pulls you in, making you wonder, what if? But Roger isn't just a dreamer; he's a doer. Stripping off his shirt, donning a tin foil cap, and rubbing petroleum jelly on his chest, he's a mad scientist preparing for his grand experiment. As he plugs in the final code, the anticipation is palpable. Will tonight be the night he makes history? The static in his ears grows louder, the antenna spins faster, and then... contact. A beam of light penetrates the sky, striking the antenna, and just as suddenly, it's gone. Roger falls to the ground, his invention a melted mess by his side. The performance is intense, the disappointment tangible. Cut to Roger driving home, frustration etched on his face. He mutters, swears, and then, out of the blue, there she is - a shimmering figure in the middle of the road. Played by the captivating Cherie DeVille, this mysterious woman is a vision, her metallic bodysuit and windswept hair otherworldly. Roger is scared, his eyes wide with disbelief. Who is this strange woman? What does she want? Their interaction is a dance of curiosity and caution. She speaks in a language Roger doesn't understand, her hands pressing against his car window. When she finally speaks in English, her words are slow, deliberate, and utterly astonishing. "Hello human male," she says. "May I please enter your craft so I may breed with you?" It's a performance that leaves you on the edge of your seat, wondering where this encounter will lead. Roger's disbelief is our own. "Who... are... you?" he stammers. And then, the reveal. The woman holds out her hands, and the broken antenna appears. "I am responding to your signal," she says. Could it be? Is this the contact Roger has been waiting for? The anticipation is electric, the curiosity overwhelming. But Roger isn't convinced, not yet. "How do I know you're not just putting me on?" he asks. And then, the clincher. The woman pulls apart her face, revealing something horrifying, something alien. Roger slumps back, defeated, his arms raised in surrender. "I am, indeed, a human male," he admits, and just like that, the performance shifts gears, the awe and curiosity replaced by a sense of inevitability. Back at Roger's home, the scene is bare bones, a reflection of his single-minded obsession. UFO posters adorn the walls, stacks of papers clutter the space, and a basic blowup mattress sits in the middle. The woman examines her surroundings, her expression inscrutable. "Human males are strange and primitive life forms," she declares, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. What follows is a performance of a different kind, a dance of desire and discovery. The woman is direct, her intentions clear. "I would like to consume your seed now so it may stimulate this human shell and support my arousal," she declares, and Roger flushes red, his nervousness endearing. As she unzips her top, exposing her breasts, and guides his hands to her body, you can't help but feel a sense of wonder. This is no ordinary encounter; it's a performance that blurs the lines between fantasy and reality. Their passion is intense, a dance of give and take. As she takes him into her mouth, her fascination with his human form is evident. And when she guides him into her, their connection is palpable, a performance that's as raw as it is intimate. But the question lingers, a tantalizing promise of more to come. How will Roger react when it's his turn to be probed? 'Future Darkly: The Ghost Rocket, Scene #01' is more than just a scene; it's an experience. A testament to the power of performance, it's a dance of curiosity and awe, a journey of discovery and desire. With captivating performances by Cherie DeVille and Michael Vegas, it's a scene that leaves you wondering, what if? What if the unknown is just a signal away? What if the stars are not as distant as they seem? What if tonight is the night we make contact?
