Jon Karyl shrugged as he was led from the lighted room through more corridors. If it got too bad he still had the stubray pistol.
Anyway, he was curious. He'd taken on the lonely, nerve-wracking job of service station attendant just to see what it offered.
Here was a part of it, and it was certainly something new.
"This is the examination room," his Steel-Blue said, almost contemptuously.
A green effulgence surrounded him.
There was a hiss. Simultaneously, as the tiny microphone on the outside of his suit picked up the hiss, he felt a chill go through his body. Then it seemed as if a half dozen hands were inside him, examining his internal organs. His stomach contracted. He felt a squeeze on his heart. His lungs tickled.
There were several more queer motions inside his body.
Then another Steel-Blue voice said:
"He is a soft-metal creature, made up of metals that melt at a very low temperature. He also contains a liquid whose makeup I cannot ascertain by ray-probe. Bring him back when the torture is done."