In the end, it was a common human fault that saved me.

Despite our differences, socially, culturally, racially, racially, we were all accustomed to each other, at least superficially familiar, anyone we call a stranger, a foreigner, another.

Humans no humans, no human thinking, human behavior, human ideas.

These behaviors and ideas may be strange, especially if exhibited by persons outside of

our social or cultural group, but we're still able to recognize them as being of human origin.

My inability to see the humanity in that thing is what saved me.

It's a strange thing to see an emergency broadcast alert issued for your name, especially if you're not a child, and hadn't been gone from your home long enough to be deemed missing.

It's extraordinarily bizarre when the fact that you live alone is taken into consideration

and have no immediate peers or contacts who would notice and report your absence.

And yet, as I made my way towards my friend's house, who had texted me asking if I'd help

remove some furniture, I received the text alert declaring that I had gone missing.

It had even given my last known location, my apartment complex, and an area in which I might be located.

But the thing that unsettled me, the thing that made me stop in place

and stare at my phone as if it was something unfamiliar to me was that it also had given

the suspected identity of my abductor.

The person, the identity of the abductor, was the same as the abductee.

According to the text, which had been sent in the same manner as the Amber Alert, I had

abducted myself.

My phone buzzed several times and vibrated in accordance to the sequence of

buses while the text flashed on screen. The puzzling details contained

within a box outlined in red. I stared at the screen for several seconds as if unconsciously waiting for something before dismissing the prompt.

Still incredulous, I went through my text and at first thought that I'd simply imagine the thing.

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