"We are your adrenals. We are pouring forth adrenalin."
"I am your pancreas. I am gearing you for action."
"I am your thyroid. I...."
A multitude of tiny voices seemed to whisper through him. It was as if the parts of his body had suddenly found voices and were reporting to him what they were doing. These were voices out of his training days when he had learned the names of these functions and how to use them.
"Be quiet!" he said roughly.
The little voices seemed to blend into a single chorus. "Action, Master! Do something."
"Quiet!" Johnson ordered.
"But hurry. We are excited."
"There is a time to be excited and a time to hurry. In this situation, if action is taken before the time for it—if that time ever comes—we can all die."
"Die?" the chorus quavered.