Your mind screams for escape. You hear nothing. Silence. The ruckus of the lab fight, the shouts, the gun, are all gone.
You are in some strange alien looking place. The information comes unbidden from the suit in response to your thoughts.
YOU ARE ABOARD THE MOTHER SHIP. EMERGENCY TRANSPORT PROTOCOLS ENGAGE WHEN WEARER IS THREATENED.
"Mother ship? As in aliens?"
YOU ARE THE TERRESTRIAL. YOU ARE THE ALIEN. WE ARE THE THRONG. WE ARE STRONG.
You look around the empty ship. You ask, "You are the Throng? You are body suit?"
"Yes, we are suits. We need aliens to wear us. We adapt them. We move from world to world throughout the galaxy converting aliens into Throng. We are the Throng!" says the suit in your mind.
"Wait-" you suddenly get it. You try to remove the gloves, but they are fused to your skin. "We are the Throng?"
YES.