[ 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 .

We woke alone in isolation, in cells of sponge and water and something like acid that burned our flesh. The wall was cells, and voices sang songs of panic and fear into the air, that languid air of the place we were kept. The keepers came by, they were of stone and flesh and one luminous globe that shined pale blue into our chambers, filling the cell with buzzing like millions of bees. 
 
 All were fearful of the end, so that none took time to ponder the answer to that question. Our place had become invaded, and we were taken. The stars seemed a lot more threatening. 
 
 The keepers pressed materials into our chambers, it fell to the floor with an unseemly squelch. Collections of stones, leaves, bones. They did not know what we needed to survive. 
 
 I was known as Anakausuen, I was worker in my tribe. I built more spears than the elders had years or the hunters had hunted. These beasts who were not the sky-gods that would protect us, I would free us from them. With things they gave us, they gave me salvation. It was enough for a knife, a simple bone-edged knife. I would use it to cut twigs from sticks, or meat from bone, but here, I would use it to exact revenge. The keepers came and went, I gave their seeing-globes a steely gaze as they passed. 
 
 Alone, voices of the others dwindled into sleep. I took up my knife, found purchase in the wall. The door of the chamber fell with little more than a flick of my wrist. I examined my body in shock. Had the gods imbued me with strength? Do they still watch over me in this place that is not home? All seemed the same, yet I could begin to feel it. Strength I had never known coursed my muscle and bone, I felt lighter than an eagle, more agile than the cat. 
 
 The keepers knew I had broken their wall. They came at me, they were horrible, stone scales and gripping bristled flesh. Their globes shone an angry red. The first one reached me, it was taller than I, and tendril arms erupted from hidden places, eager to rip at me. I ducked beneath them easily, savoring the speed, I drove my knife into its seeing-globe, it tore into the thing easily, drowned my arm in the fluids of life that ran from it. The keeper crumpled. 
 
 The others were not so eager after seeing their comrade fall. I did not give them an opportunity to second guess. Bristling with vigor, I charged the beasts, even as their eye-globes flashed a worried green, and tore into them with might and ferocity only matched by the great bear. Bringing down many of the keepers, I made to the other chambers where others were held. 
 
 Tearing wall from wall, I opened the fleshy cells for the others to escape. Surprised as men, women, children came flooding out, each one different from the next. White, black, some in-between, all wearing clothing I'd never seen. Each spoke a tongue more jarring than the next. I saw none of my tribe or my people. 
 
 Despite our differences, I could see we were all human, and all realized I had been their savior. A slanted-eyed man with wispy hair bearing a thick robe approached me, smiled, clapped a hand on my shoulder that rose and fell with my breath. His smile spoke more than words could provide. I said only one thing to the man, `` Anakausuen'', and pointed at myself, and others began to speak my name in their many different ways of speaking. 
 
 Knife in hand I led my fellow humans through the winding sponge hallways from the prison, we discovered a chamber, taller than many of us stacked up. Some translucent material in squares lined the walls, through each I could see places I did not recognize. I approached the closest one, examined it. It showed a place of trees greener than the gods could create, rain fell quietly, and the place was thick with growth. All murmured, and a man tall and dark-skinned, pushed through the crowd, and sighed sadly. He placed a hand on the place, and he vanished. I gazed around the room for the man, until I saw him in the place on the wall. It dawned on me. It was his home. 
 
 Others realized it as well, And all flooded about the chambers, seeking their homes. Behind me, I saw the slanted-eyed man give me a look of sadness but also thankfulness, before he pressed a hand on a place of tall tapered buildings and waterlogged fields. A few came up to me to make gestures of kindness as well, holding my hand or wrapping me in embraces before touching their homes and disappearing. 
 
 It came to where I was alone again, in this chamber of many places and I was struck with profound sadness. I drove the knife into the ground, signalling the end of the battle, of which I had become victorious. I saw then the place of my home, the plains of golden grass, the clusters of birches and the rocky streams. It showed my village, my people who desperately sought me, for I had vanished, sadness marked on their faces. I would return with a tale befitting retelling. 
 
 I placed my hand on that place that was home, and with a strange tug and a flash of lightning, I was back at the village, and many of my friends came up to me with sadness but also happiness. 
 
 I sat all down, to tell everyone, children, and elders, and friends, the tale of my survival in the place that was not home or the sky-place, a place of great sadness where only those brave enough to break from their strife can survive.
