The Wigamalefis part 8:
Project Fix 
A No More Fakes Story
(Wednesday, Nov. 6)

	After work that day, I stopped by the hardware store on the way
home.  I needed to pick up some parts for my project.  Project Fix as I
like to call it.  I hoped it will change all those people back into their
human selves.

	I walked in the hardware store and everybody kept eyeing me.  I
found the items I needed no thanks to the employees.  No one came near
me.  I went up to the checkouts and handed them the items.  The cashier
kept a watchful eye on me.

	"You hear about those break-ins?" she asked.

	I shook my head.

	"Some robots have been stealing construction material," she
continued.  "The news says they must be people that were at the Raucous
Chicken last week.  That's why everybody is watching you.  You could be
associating with those robots."

	I shook my head again.

	"Well, just to let you know," she said.  She finished ringing up
the sale.  "That will be $20.57."  I paid her in cash.  "Have a nice
day," she said.

	I waived and walked out of the store.  "These humans are so
paranoid," I grumbled to myself.  "I need to get this thing working to
stop all this."

	The next stop was to the electronics store.  They weren't as
paranoid as the hardware store was.  I guess they didn't think I would be
stealing anything for those robots.

	I arrived home and got to work on Project Fix.  I worked on it all
night.  For the next few days, that is all I did.  I went to work, and
when I came home, I worked on the project.  It was coming along
splendidly.  No major setback occurred until Saturday night (Nov. 9).  I
finished the project.  It was a bulky laser gun looking thing.  I used a
lot of the parts I bought and a few from around the house.  All I needed
was something to test it on.  I'm sure Lance would have, but he went out
of town this weekend.  I think his parents wanted to see the dragon they
have for a son.  Besides, I think Lance would want to stay a dragon until
he finished the game we are working on.

	That strange feeling came.  So, the only alternative I had was to
test it on myself.  I would miss being a wigamalefis.  Those swims I had
were so relaxing.  But, I needed to see if my invention worked.  I set
the beam on a delay and positioned the laser.  I pulled the trigger and
ran in front of the gun.  In a few seconds the laser shot out of the gun,
hitting me in the stomach.  I fell to the floor, and all went black.

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	I woke up slowly.  I heard mumbling around me.  "Someone must have
come to check on me," I thought.  "I hope it is Sandy.  We still need to
patch things up."  I opened my eyes.  I was not in my house anymore.  And
it didn't look like any hospital I've seen.  Then I heard the mumbling
again.  I could hear what they were saying now.

	"He's awake," one voice said.  But it wasn't a human voice.  It
was speaking Wigamalefis.

	The speakers came to where I was lying.  They were wigamalefi.  I
sat up.  That's when I noticed something else different.  I wasn't a
wigamalefis.  I was human again.  That strange feeling came.  "I'm
human," I said disappointedly.  "I finally get back to my home planet,
and I get turned into a human!"

	The other wigamalefi were looking at me questioningly.  They never
learned to speak English, and now that I'm a human, I can't speak
Wigamalefis.  I suddenly recognized the wigamalefi around me.  They were
the other engineers that worked on the transporter that sent me to Earth.
The room came into focus then.  I was in the transporter lab.

	"Who are you?" the leader of the transporter project asked.  (I
would give you their names, but I can't come close to typing a good
translation.)

	I tried to say my name, but my human vocal cords couldn't form the
correct sounds.  I jumped up and ran to my desk that was still in the
corner of the lab.  All the wigamalefi were in hot pursuit.  They didn't
want a strange being running around the their lab.  I grabbed my pencil
and jotted my name down on a piece of paper.  They all looked at me
confused.  Then they all gave me a big furry hug.

To be continued.