Phobar opened his lips—but even before he spoke, he knew that the thing had understood his thought: "Phobar."
"I am Garboreggg, ruler of Xlarbti, the Lord of the Universes."
"Lord of the Universes?"
"I and my world come from one of the universes beyond the reach of your telescopes." Phobar somehow felt that the thing was talking to him as he would to a new-born babe.
"What do you want of me?"
"Tell your Earth that I want the entire supply of your radium ores mined and placed above ground according to the instructions I give, by seven of your days hence."
A dozen questions sprang to Phobar's lips. He felt again that he was being treated like a child.
"Why do you want our radium ores?"
"Because they are the rarest of the elements on your scale, are absent on ours, and supply us with some of the tremendous energy we need."
"Why don't you obtain the ores from other worlds?"