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 polka dotted light.
The creature she had met outside was beside her, along with six other similar-looking beings, all peering at her with those maroon eyes. They were gingerly 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.
"Froocobetim icymul," one said. "Cunoorooli," another replied. They coldly raised up two strange metallic devices above her eyeball, plunged the tips of them in, and removed it. They killed the eyeball, then put it in a petite black container that was hovering beside them. They then did the same with her chest, and her pinky. 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 lethargic conversation, while she lay there, with the curious thought that she probably shouldn't try to get up while her eyeball, chest, and pinky 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. "Ultimate," she thought to herself, "I guess that's that."
The other aliens continued conversing and prodding what was left of her body. "Nebofetiy," one reminded. "Kabyjad," another responded.
"Tetyfyda?" she said abruptly, surprising herself — and, evidently, everyone.
The room was suddenly full of animated alien conversation. "Moolacaj?" "Konofido gagavooba jutifone." "Detusooce." "Koomovuj!"
The most bizarre of the aliens then moved dolefully to her side. "I hope we have not inconvenienced you," it insisted, in perfect robotic English. "We come in peace. We will return you to your Audi when we are finished."
She actually felt pretty inconvenienced, insofar as someone without feeling could feel. "Goonywaboo," she affirmed. "May I have my eyeball back? And my chest and pinky?"
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 rolled. We will return them shortly."
"That's good to know," she replied, with only a little irony. "I am waiting fearfully."
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Yeah, well, I'll just lie here and cooperate until I get my chest back," she sputtered.
The poking and prodding and conversation continued. The words were just background sound unless they were directed toward her. The polka dotted light bathed her in a peaceful feeling, and she was oblivious to the passage of time.
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