Exhibit B

Terrance lost control of his spacecraft and sent distress signal. In deep space the odds of rescue are small, but the desperate have little choice. The only hope Terrance had was that he was reasonably close to a habitable planet not listed as having intelligent life on the space charts. For some reason no one explored the planet or at least reported what they found on the planet. It showed on the map without a name, only a number: 263b.

With two days of life support and all options exhausted, Terrance prepared for his death. As the oxygen declined he got sleepy. He was grateful for a painless death.

Then he awoke with a start. He looked around at his strange surroundings. On the back wall was a sign: Earth Human: Wendy. It was then that he noticed he was a woman. The carpet started to scratch his tender, soft skin. He adjusted, but stayed on his side as he was slightly dizzy from the information overload.

Terrance looked around the room. It appeared to be a fully furnished apartment made for comfortable living with a full window for one wall. Outside the window in the distance he could see beings on a walkway stopping to stare at him and then moving on.

Suddenly Terrance realized he wasn’t alone. A man wearing only a loincloth sat next to him. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite,” he said.

“What is this place?” Terrance asked.

“You are in a zoo, Wendy. So am I. We are the human exhibit. They brought me here two years ago when my ship was disabled. When they found you they wanted to finish their zoo exhibit, but wanted a male and female. So they transformed you into a female. They are hoping we breed for their entertainment and to see if you are capable of having children.”

Terrance was stunned at first, but then eyed the man up and down as an evil grin crept across her face.