E Being

You too can cause earthquakes, munch high-tension power lines and travel faster than light—all you have to do is become an
First man to reach the speed of light, I was. But you'll find the good Albert only hinted at the effects, in a delta-theta 2.3 pi-squared way. E=mc 2 , he said. And for fifty years before they built my rocket, the Lighttrick , slim, tapering, sleek and gy-perpowered, everyone concentrated on turning matter into energy at a light-squared power. Big, bright bangs, and congratulations.
It's a pity no one asked what happens to energy divided by the speed of light. I happen to be the answer to the equation, and by interfering with the motor of this electric typescripter I can give you my thoughts on the matter.
The Lighttrick hit full velocity out there between Van Allen and the asteroids. I'd guess the whole beautiful ship, including me, converted into energy and, slowing down, reconverted on the wrong side, so to speak. And there I was, floating without a ship and surrounded by little round beings, shimmering in a blue haze.
Good afternoon, I said.
But no sound came out of my mouth. I had a mouth, in a way, but not for talking; and not at all the sort of mouth I used to have. In fact, the shimmering blue haze was me. I could find no other parts of me. And when the little round things touched me on the periphery, there was an intelligent vibration.
Frequency and tone? said the vibration. Please identify.
You must take me as you find me, I thought.
Unidentified frequencies and discordant tones requested not to wander in spaceways, vibrated the little round things.
I'm a man, I vibrated back. We don't have frequencies. We use frequencies in radio, television, radar and so on.
Not intelligible.
Where's my ship?