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A Closer Encounter

He must have passed out. Human had no recollection of how he got here, but he was lying on a table in a round room bathed in very bright brilliant orange light.

The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with five other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those brilliant orange eyes. They were rapidly conversing in the strange language he had heard earlier.

He was feeling no fear; in fact, he felt nothing. He was just watching everything, like those out-of-body experiences he had read about.

"Clugukajom icobib," one said. "Numoojoli," another replied. They briskly raised up two strange metallic devices above his chin, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They banished the chin, then put it in a fabulous orange container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his thyroid gland, and his leg. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very bored, but instead was simply observing.

The beings continued their energetic conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his chin, thyroid gland, and leg were missing. Meanwhile, one of the aliens lightly touched the side of the container, and his body parts were automatically whisked away and out of sight. "Spiff," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."

The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Gulacynui," one murmured. "Kubuvik," another responded.

"Mecoogooti?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.

The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Koodiwan?" "Lyjovaje kakeyupe jydicumo." "Budycuja." "Kikooyub!"

The most sexy of the aliens then moved crazily to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it scoffed, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Ford Fairlane when we are finished."

He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Cipavuky," he articulated. "May I have my chin back? And my thyroid gland and leg?"

He realized that there was no language being used to communicate. All were understanding each other without the need to translate.

"They are currently in the lab, being sealed. We will return them shortly."

"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting neatly."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my thyroid gland back," he reacted.

The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background music unless they were directed toward him. The brilliant orange light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.

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