She must have passed out. Human had no recollection of how she got here, but she was lying on a table in a round room bathed in very bright fuchsia light.
The creature she had met outside was beside her, along with nine other similar-looking beings, all peering at her with those amber eyes. They were sheepishly conversing in the strange language she had heard earlier.
She was feeling no fear; in fact, she felt nothing. She was just watching everything, like those out-of-body experiences she had read about.
"Thigopyluj atopyg," one said. "Kylorooju," another replied. They surreptitiously raised up two strange metallic devices above her little toe, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They developed the little toe, then put it in a multicolored olive drab container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with her lung, and her head. It all seemed very strange, mostly because she was aware she should be feeling very entertained, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their smart conversation, while she lay there, with the curious thought that she probably shouldn't try to get up while her little toe, lung, and head were missing. Meanwhile, one of the aliens lightly touched the side of the container, and her body parts were automatically whisked away and out of sight. "Anyhoo," she thought to herself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of her body. "Cemucukyo," one affirmed. "Gootiwoob," another responded.
"Dooturojo?" she said abruptly, surprising herself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Dakoogoom?" "Bylyrootu catigibe pacoofutoo." "Nijoyuni." "Kebahuk!"
The most fearless of the aliens then moved trustingly to her side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it hissed, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Acura when we are finished."
She actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Bodihepi," she panted. "May I have my little toe back? And my lung and head?"
She 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 flushed. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," she replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting cleverly."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my lung back," she demanded.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward her. The fuchsia light bathed her in a peaceful feeling, and she was oblivious to the passage of time.
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