BLACKNESS! Train heard a roar surround him and felt as if he was being sucked into the guts of a jet engine. At first, he could see nothing. Then, he noticed streams of light rushing past him like laser beams on track to the edge of the universe. He was spinning and tumbling out of control through space at unbelievable speed. He screamed but could not hear himself over the roar which vibrated through his bones. Galaxies, planets, solar systems whizzed by in the blink of an eye, but he could do nothing. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Train didn’t know how long he endured the trip. He realized it was over when he came to on the surface of some strange moon.
He stood alone on an empty, flat surface covered with what looked and felt like sand, but softer, almost powdery. He shuffled one foot and yellow dust puffed up. He looked around and saw no one. It was deathly quiet. He spotted a flash of light over to his left and turned to face it. A shaft of bluish light appeared and stabilized. Train watched it for a couple of minutes but nothing happened. Finally, he took a deep breath and started towards the light. The going was easy and at least he could breathe.
He reached the light in just a few minutes and found himself looking into what appeared to be a circus ring only about three times bigger. The sand inside the ring looked green. He climbed over the low wall that completely surrounded the area and dropped down on the sand. He cautiously looked around. Nothing. Silence. Only the slight rasping sound of his own breathing reached his ears. He made his way to the very center, scanning left and right for any sign of life. He saw none. Once in the middle, he turned around twice more and wondered why he was here if no one else seemed to be. He turned a third time and nearly jumped out of his skin as a voice boomed, “NOW THE TRIAL OF YOUR RACE WILL BEGIN!”
Train spun around and saw hundreds of strange beings lining the entire ring wall. One creature about the size of a beach ball with legs sticking out all around, sort-of walk-rolled itself to a place atop the wall, pulled three of its legs in, and parked. Something else oozed slime from its skin to firm the sand enough to crawl along the wall. What appeared to be three, giant, purple-black things were leapfrogging rapidly to the ring.
He heard the voice again. It was speaking somewhere to his right. He turned and saw a fly standing on a four-foot high pedestal about ten feet away. It looked like the fly was explaining what had happened just before they were brought here. He began to understand what was going on. He was on trial for killing a pesky fly! Not some simple little mock trial, he was facing an intergalactic panel of judges that would decide the fate of the entire human race!
The fly stopped speaking. Everyone was looking at him, waiting to hear his side of the story. What could he possibly say to explain himself? How could he make an excuse for his entire race? He searched his brain for something to say, but nothing came. The voice spoke again. It said that because of the obvious stupidity of his race, they could not be fairly judged at this point in time. However, they would be watched and occasionally visited to check their progress. If the history of his race continued to exhibit the violent and destructive nature already found, evident in the complete disregard of the value of life, there would be no choice but to remove the human race from existence. This would be necessary to protect the universal community. No one is ever alone in the world. There are always others to think about. As the voice finished speaking, Train looked over to the fly and nodded his thanks. He rubbed his eyes and when he opened them, he was hit by a blast of noise and white light.