Unfortunately, this time it seems I had eaten a physicist working for the government. More and more mush shapes of humans clustered round Doctor McPherson, and one came hurrying up from another laboratory.
"Raw ozone," he thought as he came. "This fellow needs watching. Couldn't get ozone like that except in space. And now he happens to be around when we lose our top physicist. And that's the second accident of the day. Yes, sir, this McPherson needs watching! You can never tell where sabotage will break out."
He grasped the doctor's arm and said something in a faint wave of mush that I could not see clearly enough to understand.
"Me? Ridiculous! I was just...." thought McPherson. But he shrugged and turned away.
Well, I couldn't leave him in a mess like that, so I followed Doctor McPherson home.
I had to explain. But how?
And there was the problem. How can a being based on energy, like me, communicate with a being based on matter, like him?
Obviously, I had to signal in some way, give some signs of life that would be intelligible to him.
He was sitting in a chair-shape of strand energy interwoven together, and he was thinking gloomy thoughts. He flicked on the televiewer. And there was the answer.