Slowly, the image of a tiny organism took form on one screen. Almost at the same moment an identical likeness swam into view on the other. Then began a parade of life-forms across the screens, each succeeding animal a bit higher on the evolutionary scale than its predecessor.
The sounds of battle grew nearer. He had to hurry now.... Ah! There! The flat, repulsive face of a half-man loomed before him. His finger stabbed at a stud, and the likeness was transfixed on the screen.
The procession continued on the other glowing surface until the physique of a Wronged One took shape in the depths and came to focus.
The two reproductions stared out at him with unwinking eyes. Deep in the bowels of the machine the basic mind make-up of the beings was being analyzed. An instant later the throbbing transposer would set up an en masse connection with the race egos, then....
A green light flashed on the panel and Gene brought his hand forward on the master switch. It was done!
Elated, he scrambled down from his perch and hurried outside. As he passed between the strangely inactive creatures at the entrance, a horrified voice croaked: "What terrible deed has been done?"
Gene grabbed the foul thing by the shoulders. "Kac! Is it you?"
"No," it whispered. "It is my mind, yes, but it is not my body." His hands went to his face. "Gene! I cannot see!"
"Easy!" Gene hissed. "You'll cause a panic." He realized that although the Wronged Ones could, with effort, talk with the strange vocal cords, it would take them some time to master the high-pitched shrill.