[ WP ] Humans that chose cryogenic slumber are prized by aliens that view them as a rare collectible .

I never asked to be frozen. My mother was always a bit quirky and I guess my accident was more than she could handle. That's the last thing I remembered, the semi racing towards me. The headlights bathed everything in too bright light and then everything went quiet. 
 
 I do n't know how long I lay frozen and dreaming. I do n't know when humanity died out, or why. I do n't know when the aliens landed. I do n't know when their fad for human media swept their culture but it hit hard. 
 
 The aliens listen to our music and tv shows, heck they even watch our porn. Real earth relics are in the highest demand. Alien children watch Disney movies and collect earth toys. Re-re-runs of Friends and Seinfeld play on screens in every home. A real earth burger and fries or pizza is a favorite meal. They've rebuilt replicas of our bowling alleys and ice cream shops. Earth fashion is displayed in every shop window. 
 
 I first awoke confused and disoriented. I could n't move but I could see, hear and feel. Paralyzed. That was my first coherent thought. The semi. The lights. My eyes swept back and forth looking for doctors, nurses, something familiar. That's when I realized I was n't laying in a bed, but upright. I was surrounded by cardboard, with a little plastic window I could see out of. My limbs were hooked into the cardboard, holding me upright. 
 
 Something horrible appeared in the window. It was looking right at me. It spoke but I could n't understand the language. I panicked. My breaths came in short desperate gasps but I could n't move my arms or legs. I had to be dreaming. Or hallucinating. Maybe I had brain damage from the accident. The face disappeared from view. 
 
 Time lost all meaning. Sometimes there were lights, sometimes it was dark but no one fed me or came to check on me at all. I was resigned to die. In fact, that's what I decided this was, a nightmare of vivid intensity as the last flashes of my brain sputtered and went out. Of course, I was wrong. 
 
 Another horrible, unknowable and completely alien face looked in through the plastic window. Suddenly I was being lifted down and carried. I was placed on some kind of table. Dread filled my heart as I listened to the voices talking above me. Then I was heated up and carried away. I got one single glimpse of the building I was in and it filled me with horror. 
 
 Rows and rows and rows of cardboard boxes lined up in displays. Each cardboard box had a little plastic window with a human face peering through. The trapped, haunted eyes live in my nightmares to this day. 
 
 I was taken to this thing's home. Many things were utterly foreign and unrecognizable to me, yet interspersed with regular, every day items I was familiar with. There was a Mickey Mouse clock on the wall. Bruce Springsteen played from hidden speakers. A bowl of fruit was on a counter. A lava lamp held pride of place on a mantle. 
 
 I've been here for weeks now with no chance of escape. The alien mania for human artifacts adds a level of the banal and prosaic to the horror of my current existence. I have quite the wardrobe, I'd never have been able to afford it in my previous life. I'm propped up on the couch to watch tv every day while the owner is away. I see the ads constantly. The most prized artifact is the Real Earth Sex Doll.
