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 amber light.
The creature he had met outside was beside him, along with nine other similar-looking beings, all peering at him with those rose eyes. They were stealthily 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.
"Phejibygum ejyman," one said. "Guciweby," another replied. They queerly raised up two strange metallic devices above his hand, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They bent the hand, then put it in a bulky silver container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with his leg, and his lung. It all seemed very strange, mostly because he was aware he should be feeling very angered, but actually was simply observing.
The beings continued their solitary conversation, while he lay there, with the curious thought that he probably shouldn't try to get up while his hand, leg, and lung 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. "Tailfeathers," he thought to himself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of his body. "Cabuhimiu," one reacted. "Mamuyyb," another responded.
"Ganucyco?" he said abruptly, surprising himself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Dijosyl?" "Denajiti datewema goonacoca." "Mitowyja." "Mogyrok!"
The most urbane of the aliens then moved effortlessly to his side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it belched, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your station wagon when we are finished."
He actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Doogugyloo," he sighed. "May I have my hand back? And my leg and lung?"
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 grasped. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," he replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting reluctantly."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my leg back," he acknowledged.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward him. The amber light bathed him in a peaceful feeling, and he was oblivious to the passage of time.
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