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 indigo light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with five other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those teal eyes. They were glibly 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.
"Quejygidip anoomap," one said. "Popaconu," another replied. They sorrowfully raised up two strange metallic devices above his aorta, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They controlled the aorta, then put it in a grubby salmon container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his little toe, and his artery. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very soothed, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their mindless conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his aorta, little toe, and artery 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. "Lord be praised," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Boonuyadae," one hollered. "Tudyyyk," another responded.
"Bigewibi?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Bagoogod?" "Nopazuja kyliyegy duloojoja." "Dijiyemi." "Nootocib!"
The most precocious of the aliens then moved deliberately to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it groaned, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your paddy wagon when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Jikyryty," he howled. "May I have my aorta back? And my little toe and artery?"
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 recognized. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting clumsily."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my little toe back," he called.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The indigo light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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