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This is a Human Boy meets Extraterrestrial Girl story. Well..., a youthful adult human male meets an adult extraterrestrial female story. MC is the first human to climb a particular mountain in quite a number of centuries. YC is a scientist who has been in cryogenic stasis for some time (perhaps waiting for human science to reach a certain level?). YC has not fully recovered from cryo-stasis at the time that the Artificial Intelligence built into your "saucer" has detected the human male's approach and initiated the capture protocol. Of course, YC has access to science and technology that could be considered to be "magic" to a 20th century human.
This story could be played as a simple science fiction, a science fiction romance or maybe as good clean kinky fun.
We can either pick up from the originally posted story pages OR we can re-boot the story from after the original post.
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Text of Original Post below.
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To twenty-five year old Englishman Alvin Hosskynes, third son and an unlikely to become heir to the title as the Hosskynes Baronet, it was an incredible day to be adventuring and alive. The Great War, The War To End All Wars, ended twelve years ago. Alvin had been too young to get a commission or enlist, or even convincingly lie about his age to take part in that adventure.
Certainly, Alvin had heard many stories from the soldiers that returned describing how hellish and completely dreadful the artillery shelling was, along with how bloody awful the conditions were in the trenches on their side of No Man's Land. Yet these men had done great things for King and Country, so they could hold their heads high wherever they went. They had faced death. Compared to that, what adventures were left?
Fortunately for Alvin, fate answered this question of adventure in the form of a veteran soldier that had returned to Britain to become one of teachers at the Saint Latimer's School for Young Gentlemen. Professor Miles Hargravey, an artilleryman for the Royal Army in the Great War, enlivened his geography lessons with tales of his mountain climbing exploits before The Great War. Prof. Hargravey, also a member of the Alpine Club, had climbed Mount Blanc, Mount Olympus, Mount Etna and even the Matterhorn (along with a number of easier climbs)! Only a man with a soul for adventure could have reached such heights and then gone on to fight in The Great War! Prof. Hargravey became the man that Alvin Hosskynes most admired and most wanted to emulate.
Prof. Hargravey also found a kindred soul in young Alvin. He became a mentor to Alvin, encouraging him in diet and physical exercises that would increase his climbing abilities. To Alvin, the professor expanded from lessons in geography to lessons in geology, along with the 'reading' rock faces as to what was better to set one's hands and feet upon. The pair often read together, mostly Alvin when the print was on the smallish side, books and magazines on the natural world.
It was during one of these reading sessions that Alvin discovered how he would make his mark in the world as both a man and a mountain climber. The pair came upon the April 1913 edition of the National Geographic Magazine, an American publication, which featured photographs and the account of Hiram Bingham III discovering the lost Incan city of Machu Picchu in the Andes Mountain Range of South America. Looking at the photographs of those majestic mountains, Professor Hargravey sighed and remarked that he wished that he was young and healthy enough to conquer the mountains of South America. It was only natural that Alvin would volunteer to climb those peaks for them both of them.
The Baronet, Alvin's father, having a surplus of heirs, was not averse to indulging and financing his youngest son's manly adventures. The sire had been thrilled by the stories and writings of Doctor Henry Livingstone and had wished that his life had allowed that he also might have traveled to darkest Africa and made significant discoveries.
With his father's financial backing and Professor Hargravey's sponsorship, Alvin was admitted into The Alpine Club at the age of twenty. During his first year as a member of the club, Alvin made climbs to the summits on some of the easier Alps, like Aiguille Du Tour, Gran Paradiso, the Allalinhorn and the Bishorn. In his second year of membership Alvin scaled the Matterhorn and the Monte Rosa Massif. Alvin trained for a full year with a partner before the pair conquered the Mordwand of the Eiger together. In his fourth year, Alvin hiked through the Pyrenees, building his stamina and learning the Spanish language, which was the tongue of the Conquistadores that first saw the Andes regions of South America.
The mountains "Aconcagua" and "Ojos del Salado" were believed to be the two tallest peaks in the Andes mountain range. Aconcagua had been successfully climbed in January of 1897. The peak of Ojos del Salado, in 1929, still had not yet been conquered. So it was to Ojos del Salado that Alvin Hosskynes was heading.
Hosskynes was accompanied by Alpine Club fellow, Ignatius Braxton. The pair arrived with their gear, in Argentina, specifically in Buenos Aires, on January third of 1930. They planned their ascent from the Argentinian side because they believed that the weather and mountain would likely be dryer. The Chilean side was much closer to the Pacific Ocean and the usual weather patterns, blowing from west to east, meant that very little of the precipitation from the ocean was likely to impede the climb.
From Buenos Aires, the pair got passage on an aircraft to Cordoba, where the aeroplane maker, Fábrica Militar de Aviones had begun operating a few years ago and built an airfield. They were then able to purchase a truck, with funds from the Alpine Club, and four five-gallon cans of extra petrol just in case there could be shortages on their way to Fiambalá, which was the closest Argentine village in existence to Ojos del Salado. Rather than attempting to drive the near four hundred and fifty miles in twelve straight hours, they would drive for seven hours and spend a night in La Rioja. On the following day, they would drive to Fiambalá. From Fiambalá, the pair imagined that it would take seven days of hiking to reach Ojos del Salado. On the eighth day, they planned to make their ascent.
Traveling from Cordoba to Fiambalá happened exactly as planned. Once in the village, it did take them an extra day to find local persons with available pack mules to carry their equipment and rations for the next fortnight or so. Their 'guides', Carlos and Juan told the two Englishmen that they were 'loco', but that the money offered made it worth it for them to go. It was on the fifteenth of January that the men arrived at the 'foot' of the mountain.
The geography was quite arid, meaning that they had reasoned correctly about rainfall on the Argentine side of the Andes being dryer than on the Chilean side. They made their camp for the night with high hopes of success for the next day.
However, a bit of tragedy stuck in the early hours of January sixteenth. The night before, Ignatius, intrigued by some of the foods that their guides, Carlos and Juan had brought along for the journey, decided that he would celebrate their arrival at the mountain by deviating from the rations that the Englishmen were accustomed to. He very much enjoyed the flavors provided by their guides, but something in the meal disagreed with him terribly. So terrible that Ignatius claimed that he was unable to make the ascent that day.
Alvin was distraught that his fellow Englishman had been stricken down with stomach problems and offered to delay the ascent, but Ignatius reasoned with Alvin that they had no way of knowing how long Ignatius might be indisposed. It might be a day or two days or three days, even, although he prayed for a sooner recovery. The pair had not brought an extra three days of supplies, so it was Alvin's duty to press on without him and acquire another accomplishment for Great Britain.
While saddened because he'd been forced to abandon his countryman, Ignatius' insisting that Alvin press on without him was a gift as it relieved a bit of guilt Alvin had about leaving Ignatius at their camp. Perhaps, when Alvin planted the small flag on the summit that they had brought to prove their accomplishment he'd leave Ignatius' goggles on the summit as well? No, answered Ignatius, but he did give Alvin one of his handkerchiefs.
Whilst England was very much in the grip of winter, with the axis of the Earth and the northern hemisphere tilted away from the sun, it was lovely summer's day in Argentina. Since it was morning and they were at an increased elevation, the morning temperature was hovering at about fifty degrees Fahrenheit. The wind speed was quite low, so there wasn't much of a chilling factor. It was conceivable that the temperature might become uncomfortably warm as the day progressed. But that might be discovered later.
Before dressing, Alvin shaved. He'd wished that he could have grown a passable mustache, but it was too thin at this age, so he shaved off all of his facial hair except the eyebrows. He'd imagined that both he and Ignatius would each be taking a photograph of the other at the summit with the #2 Brownie camera, but alas any photos from the mountain today would all be landscape pictures. He dressed comfortably in light but fully covering clothing, consisting of boots, woolen socks, long johns, woolen Norwegian style trousers, a knit shirt, a tweed jacket and a wool cap. The ensemble was largely khaki colored. He expected to be back tomorrow, so included his bedroll.
Under the circumstances, Alvin imagined himself looking every bit the intrepid and heroic English explorer. Perhaps a fraction of an inch under six feet tall, lean and well-muscled, cinnamon brown hair, hazel eyes and a pinkish-beige complexion, he would certainly be judged as desirable husband material when he returned to civilization. In his mind he could picture women at a ballroom lining up to dance with him.
Expressing sorrow that his friend was unable to join him, Alvin now began what he imagined to be the last nine or ten hours of his successful conquest.
The mountainside was largely barren, like the face of the Earth's moon when viewed through a telescope. Other than the geology, there did not seem to be much in the way of scenery. There also seemed very little in the way of obstacles. While navigating the slope, Alvin imagined various marching songs in his head. As an Englishman, the American song, "Over There!" did not have much sentimental value but Alvin wouldn't dream of denying it as an excellent song for marching. Some of the other music in his mind consisted of "Keep the Home Fires Burning", "Pack Up Your Troubles", "It's a Long Way to Tipperary" and some instrumental marches of John Phillips Sousa.
As Alvin climbed and the day progressed, Alvin believed himself to be more than halfway to the summit by the time the sun was at its zenith. Therefore, he should reach his goal well before sunset and then have time to scout out a safe location to make his camp. The day also became quite warm. Alvin thought that it was perhaps near eighty degrees when midafternoon came and went, with nearly an hour to go before he estimated that he'd reach the mountain top.
Then, Alvin saw something astonishing! Near the peak of perhaps the tallest mountain in the Andes there was a lake! Also, nearby were formations of rock that were clearly fumaroles, vents with puffs of steam rising from the Earth. This meant that Ojos del Salado was a volcano, and that this lake was covering the volcano's crater! What a discovery! 'Mary and Joseph', thought Alvin, 'Ignatius might die of jealousy when I tell him of this discovery!'
It would delay him a little in reaching the summit, but Alvin needed to investigate the lake a little more….
Sensors detected the approach of a lone being. Further examination of the incoming data by the Artificial Intelligence led to the conclusion that the being was a human, this world's land animal with the greatest potential for intelligence. There had not been a human sighted on this mountain for hundreds of years. For reasons of mission safety and for intelligence gathering, this human needed to be captured and questioned.
The sequence to reanimate the Scientist from cryogenic stasis was initiated by the A.I.
The Scientist had not quite yet become fully awake when the human neared the lake and was in 'capture range'. The A.I. calculated that it was best to initiate the capture at that time, rather than wait for the Scientist to be able to conduct the capture herself.
At the side of the lake, Alvin knelt down to touch the lake water and then he felt something strange happening to him. It was as if every voluntary muscle in his body relaxed and fell asleep. As his body fell, his consciousness left him also.
This is a Human Boy meets Extraterrestrial Girl story. Well..., a youthful adult human male meets an adult extraterrestrial female story. MC is the first human to climb a particular mountain in quite a number of centuries. YC is a scientist who has been in cryogenic stasis for some time (perhaps waiting for human science to reach a certain level?). YC has not fully recovered from cryo-stasis at the time that the Artificial Intelligence built into your "saucer" has detected the human male's approach and initiated the capture protocol. Of course, YC has access to science and technology that could be considered to be "magic" to a 20th century human.
This story could be played as a simple science fiction, a science fiction romance or maybe as good clean kinky fun.
We can either pick up from the originally posted story pages OR we can re-boot the story from after the original post.
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Text of Original Post below.
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On Ojos del Salado
To twenty-five year old Englishman Alvin Hosskynes, third son and an unlikely to become heir to the title as the Hosskynes Baronet, it was an incredible day to be adventuring and alive. The Great War, The War To End All Wars, ended twelve years ago. Alvin had been too young to get a commission or enlist, or even convincingly lie about his age to take part in that adventure.
Certainly, Alvin had heard many stories from the soldiers that returned describing how hellish and completely dreadful the artillery shelling was, along with how bloody awful the conditions were in the trenches on their side of No Man's Land. Yet these men had done great things for King and Country, so they could hold their heads high wherever they went. They had faced death. Compared to that, what adventures were left?
Fortunately for Alvin, fate answered this question of adventure in the form of a veteran soldier that had returned to Britain to become one of teachers at the Saint Latimer's School for Young Gentlemen. Professor Miles Hargravey, an artilleryman for the Royal Army in the Great War, enlivened his geography lessons with tales of his mountain climbing exploits before The Great War. Prof. Hargravey, also a member of the Alpine Club, had climbed Mount Blanc, Mount Olympus, Mount Etna and even the Matterhorn (along with a number of easier climbs)! Only a man with a soul for adventure could have reached such heights and then gone on to fight in The Great War! Prof. Hargravey became the man that Alvin Hosskynes most admired and most wanted to emulate.
Prof. Hargravey also found a kindred soul in young Alvin. He became a mentor to Alvin, encouraging him in diet and physical exercises that would increase his climbing abilities. To Alvin, the professor expanded from lessons in geography to lessons in geology, along with the 'reading' rock faces as to what was better to set one's hands and feet upon. The pair often read together, mostly Alvin when the print was on the smallish side, books and magazines on the natural world.
It was during one of these reading sessions that Alvin discovered how he would make his mark in the world as both a man and a mountain climber. The pair came upon the April 1913 edition of the National Geographic Magazine, an American publication, which featured photographs and the account of Hiram Bingham III discovering the lost Incan city of Machu Picchu in the Andes Mountain Range of South America. Looking at the photographs of those majestic mountains, Professor Hargravey sighed and remarked that he wished that he was young and healthy enough to conquer the mountains of South America. It was only natural that Alvin would volunteer to climb those peaks for them both of them.
The Baronet, Alvin's father, having a surplus of heirs, was not averse to indulging and financing his youngest son's manly adventures. The sire had been thrilled by the stories and writings of Doctor Henry Livingstone and had wished that his life had allowed that he also might have traveled to darkest Africa and made significant discoveries.
With his father's financial backing and Professor Hargravey's sponsorship, Alvin was admitted into The Alpine Club at the age of twenty. During his first year as a member of the club, Alvin made climbs to the summits on some of the easier Alps, like Aiguille Du Tour, Gran Paradiso, the Allalinhorn and the Bishorn. In his second year of membership Alvin scaled the Matterhorn and the Monte Rosa Massif. Alvin trained for a full year with a partner before the pair conquered the Mordwand of the Eiger together. In his fourth year, Alvin hiked through the Pyrenees, building his stamina and learning the Spanish language, which was the tongue of the Conquistadores that first saw the Andes regions of South America.
The mountains "Aconcagua" and "Ojos del Salado" were believed to be the two tallest peaks in the Andes mountain range. Aconcagua had been successfully climbed in January of 1897. The peak of Ojos del Salado, in 1929, still had not yet been conquered. So it was to Ojos del Salado that Alvin Hosskynes was heading.
Hosskynes was accompanied by Alpine Club fellow, Ignatius Braxton. The pair arrived with their gear, in Argentina, specifically in Buenos Aires, on January third of 1930. They planned their ascent from the Argentinian side because they believed that the weather and mountain would likely be dryer. The Chilean side was much closer to the Pacific Ocean and the usual weather patterns, blowing from west to east, meant that very little of the precipitation from the ocean was likely to impede the climb.
From Buenos Aires, the pair got passage on an aircraft to Cordoba, where the aeroplane maker, Fábrica Militar de Aviones had begun operating a few years ago and built an airfield. They were then able to purchase a truck, with funds from the Alpine Club, and four five-gallon cans of extra petrol just in case there could be shortages on their way to Fiambalá, which was the closest Argentine village in existence to Ojos del Salado. Rather than attempting to drive the near four hundred and fifty miles in twelve straight hours, they would drive for seven hours and spend a night in La Rioja. On the following day, they would drive to Fiambalá. From Fiambalá, the pair imagined that it would take seven days of hiking to reach Ojos del Salado. On the eighth day, they planned to make their ascent.
Traveling from Cordoba to Fiambalá happened exactly as planned. Once in the village, it did take them an extra day to find local persons with available pack mules to carry their equipment and rations for the next fortnight or so. Their 'guides', Carlos and Juan told the two Englishmen that they were 'loco', but that the money offered made it worth it for them to go. It was on the fifteenth of January that the men arrived at the 'foot' of the mountain.
The geography was quite arid, meaning that they had reasoned correctly about rainfall on the Argentine side of the Andes being dryer than on the Chilean side. They made their camp for the night with high hopes of success for the next day.
However, a bit of tragedy stuck in the early hours of January sixteenth. The night before, Ignatius, intrigued by some of the foods that their guides, Carlos and Juan had brought along for the journey, decided that he would celebrate their arrival at the mountain by deviating from the rations that the Englishmen were accustomed to. He very much enjoyed the flavors provided by their guides, but something in the meal disagreed with him terribly. So terrible that Ignatius claimed that he was unable to make the ascent that day.
Alvin was distraught that his fellow Englishman had been stricken down with stomach problems and offered to delay the ascent, but Ignatius reasoned with Alvin that they had no way of knowing how long Ignatius might be indisposed. It might be a day or two days or three days, even, although he prayed for a sooner recovery. The pair had not brought an extra three days of supplies, so it was Alvin's duty to press on without him and acquire another accomplishment for Great Britain.
While saddened because he'd been forced to abandon his countryman, Ignatius' insisting that Alvin press on without him was a gift as it relieved a bit of guilt Alvin had about leaving Ignatius at their camp. Perhaps, when Alvin planted the small flag on the summit that they had brought to prove their accomplishment he'd leave Ignatius' goggles on the summit as well? No, answered Ignatius, but he did give Alvin one of his handkerchiefs.
Whilst England was very much in the grip of winter, with the axis of the Earth and the northern hemisphere tilted away from the sun, it was lovely summer's day in Argentina. Since it was morning and they were at an increased elevation, the morning temperature was hovering at about fifty degrees Fahrenheit. The wind speed was quite low, so there wasn't much of a chilling factor. It was conceivable that the temperature might become uncomfortably warm as the day progressed. But that might be discovered later.
Before dressing, Alvin shaved. He'd wished that he could have grown a passable mustache, but it was too thin at this age, so he shaved off all of his facial hair except the eyebrows. He'd imagined that both he and Ignatius would each be taking a photograph of the other at the summit with the #2 Brownie camera, but alas any photos from the mountain today would all be landscape pictures. He dressed comfortably in light but fully covering clothing, consisting of boots, woolen socks, long johns, woolen Norwegian style trousers, a knit shirt, a tweed jacket and a wool cap. The ensemble was largely khaki colored. He expected to be back tomorrow, so included his bedroll.
Under the circumstances, Alvin imagined himself looking every bit the intrepid and heroic English explorer. Perhaps a fraction of an inch under six feet tall, lean and well-muscled, cinnamon brown hair, hazel eyes and a pinkish-beige complexion, he would certainly be judged as desirable husband material when he returned to civilization. In his mind he could picture women at a ballroom lining up to dance with him.
Expressing sorrow that his friend was unable to join him, Alvin now began what he imagined to be the last nine or ten hours of his successful conquest.
The mountainside was largely barren, like the face of the Earth's moon when viewed through a telescope. Other than the geology, there did not seem to be much in the way of scenery. There also seemed very little in the way of obstacles. While navigating the slope, Alvin imagined various marching songs in his head. As an Englishman, the American song, "Over There!" did not have much sentimental value but Alvin wouldn't dream of denying it as an excellent song for marching. Some of the other music in his mind consisted of "Keep the Home Fires Burning", "Pack Up Your Troubles", "It's a Long Way to Tipperary" and some instrumental marches of John Phillips Sousa.
As Alvin climbed and the day progressed, Alvin believed himself to be more than halfway to the summit by the time the sun was at its zenith. Therefore, he should reach his goal well before sunset and then have time to scout out a safe location to make his camp. The day also became quite warm. Alvin thought that it was perhaps near eighty degrees when midafternoon came and went, with nearly an hour to go before he estimated that he'd reach the mountain top.
Then, Alvin saw something astonishing! Near the peak of perhaps the tallest mountain in the Andes there was a lake! Also, nearby were formations of rock that were clearly fumaroles, vents with puffs of steam rising from the Earth. This meant that Ojos del Salado was a volcano, and that this lake was covering the volcano's crater! What a discovery! 'Mary and Joseph', thought Alvin, 'Ignatius might die of jealousy when I tell him of this discovery!'
It would delay him a little in reaching the summit, but Alvin needed to investigate the lake a little more….
Sensors detected the approach of a lone being. Further examination of the incoming data by the Artificial Intelligence led to the conclusion that the being was a human, this world's land animal with the greatest potential for intelligence. There had not been a human sighted on this mountain for hundreds of years. For reasons of mission safety and for intelligence gathering, this human needed to be captured and questioned.
The sequence to reanimate the Scientist from cryogenic stasis was initiated by the A.I.
The Scientist had not quite yet become fully awake when the human neared the lake and was in 'capture range'. The A.I. calculated that it was best to initiate the capture at that time, rather than wait for the Scientist to be able to conduct the capture herself.
At the side of the lake, Alvin knelt down to touch the lake water and then he felt something strange happening to him. It was as if every voluntary muscle in his body relaxed and fell asleep. As his body fell, his consciousness left him also.