[ WP ] Aliens have abducted you in a random sampling of men , women and children . Analyzing your cell , and the artificial gravity in the ship , you conclude that your captors hail from a planet with a only fraction of Earth 's gravity - and they have seriously underestimated our strength .

It had been forty-seven days since I was abducted. My cellmate barely spoke English, but he had a pen and paper on him when he was lifted, and I had a watch. 
 
 I was at a Halloween party, that much I can remember. I had a Solo cup in one hand, and Eileen in the other. The next moment, the room was on fire. I found myself suspended in a beam of light, brighter than anything I had ever seen. And then I was sucked into a white room, with two beds, and an old, wide-eyed Indian physicist. 
 
 Even though I saw Earth shrink away in the window at.98 *c*, I did n't have time to despair. My Indian friend, Siddharth, was furiously writing away on his pad, coming up with a plan. 
 
 Did you know that the lines on those Solo cups are measurements? Bottom line is one ounce. After pouring some water in there and a quick conversion from ounces to cubic grams, he determined that our room was being held at.168 *G*, about the gravity of the Moon. 
 
 They did n't know how strong we were. They expected us to be like them. 
 
 The cell walls were made of some pitifully reinforced plastic sheeting. Using parts from Siddharth's pen, we quietly drilled a hole into the adjoining cell and found another American, a woman in her late fifties, and a Spaniard. Thankfully, I had remembered some of my 8th grade Spanish class, and after asking him where the bathroom was, I found out that all of the cells were built the same way. They *looked* reinforced, but the materials used were simply easy to break. 
 
 Alejandro told us that the other prisoners, 117 in total, were quietly communicating with each other. One was a linguist from South Africa, and he'd deciphered a small chunk of the alien language. What he could figure out was that the aliens were planning a trip length of about 50 Earth days. 
 
 I was angry at them. Angry for taking us, angry for leaving Eileen behind. It was time to figure out how to get back. I began to formulate a plan with the other captives. Within a few weeks, I had emerged as a leader of sorts. 
 
 Our plan was simple: shock and awe. If they feared us, they would return us to Earth with no questions asked. We began knocking at the walls, bowing them out but purposefully not breaking them, biding out time. We yelled at the top of our lungs, and smeared feces on the windows. Soon, the aliens stopped walking the halls, and sent robots to give us food instead. 
 
 It was working. The Linguist had figured out their language by day 38, and we were yelling stories at the aliens. Stories about the greatest humans of all time, heroes and warriors. They feared us. 
 
 It was working a little too well. On day 47, we had stopped in orbit around their planet. According to the Linguist, they were being refused a landing, due to government concerns about us. They were going to abandon the ship within 20 hours, and leave us to starve. We needed something a little more direct. 
 
 On the strike of noon today, Siddharth and I busted down the doors of our cell, alongside all 115 of our fellow humans. My shoulder hurt, but I could taste freedom. We stormed the ship, only to find that it was empty. 
 
 That's when we found the escape pod. Only one was left, and it could hold one person. Unilaterally, I was chosen as the ambassador who would take the pod. The rest would stay behind, on the relative safety of the ship, and ration out the food as long as they could. I was to descend to the surface, and force the aliens to succumb to our demands. 
 
 As I climbed into the capsule, it struck me how bad I smelled. The cells had ventilation, but as soon as they sealed the hatch behind me, it struck me how bad I stank. I was still wearing my Halloween costume. 
 
 Though the re-entry flames, I could see that I was coming down over land, although it looked sparsely populated. Probably something agricultural. Instead of a parachute, like the NASA missions I'd seen on TV, the pod sprouted wings, and dove into the dirt to slow down. 
 
 The capsule said that the air was 60 % nitrogen and 40 % oxygen. Breathable. I stumbled out of the capsule, and found myself nearly floating away from the ground, due to the low gravity. I grabbed onto the capsule, only to fling it up and into the distance on accident. I was still slowly floating around, like I was flying. 
 
 I knew enough of the alien language that I could understand `` who are you?'' Turning around, three aliens pointed guns at me. But they were shaking. I winced in confusion, and they dropped their weapons. They again asked, `` who are you?'' 
 
 I was stronger in their low gravity, and could fly. I looked down at my Halloween costume. I opened my mouth at last, and spoke the name of Earth's greatest hero as my own, of the stories that we'd been shouting for days. They ran in fear. 
 
 `` I am Superman.''
