Episode 21 - The Eyes Have It

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nearly destroyed by the time she got them out. And last month, Jan was only going to shake the toner cartridge to get a bit more use out of it when it practically exploded in her face. And she had to go home looking like she'd been sweeping chimneys. I had to order a new cartridge. And the price of them goodness me, it'd be almost cheaper to get a new machine I don't mind telling you. But I did find a supplier that had an amazingly good offer. I can see it in your face. If it sounds

too good to be true, then it probably is. But they offered next day delivery. And I know we don't print a copy that much these days. But we can't afford to not have it when we need it. And they did say that the ink might come out a little less than black on the page. But when it's mostly for our internal use, so I thought it'd be worth giving them a try. Besides, they said their product was made from 100% recycled materials. And that's why their prices were so reasonable. I didn't think to

look at the fine print on the packaging. It's usually just the list of chemicals and ever heard of like Sangli spatula or something like that. And a warning to not get it in your mouth or eyes. If anybody would be that careless. Well, okay, maybe Jan. But we've had even more bad luck with that machine since then, documents not printing or printing with a

strange Gothic type font. Last week, every time we tried to print or copy something, it came out with the watermark, you are all going to die all over it. And then yesterday, our manager brought in their pet dog and the poor creature went wild when he got near the printer. He was howling like mad. The dog that is not a manager. That's when I thought that maybe the toner cartridge had been contaminated with something. So I sent it off

to be tested. Well, you cannot be down with the feather when he told me that the main component was blood. Apparently it was all there in the fine print on their website that they partnered with the local blood bank to recycle expired supplies. But I suppose when you look at the prices online, it's still a lot cheaper per milliliter than the regular toner inks so we may as well

stick with them. Obviously Of course, we can have it printing curses on the paper or spinning the pages halfway across the room whenever it feels like it. So if you could just do us a quick exorcism father that we can all get back to work

accident, I discovered this incredible invasion of Earth by life forms from another planet. As yet, I haven't done anything about it. I can't think of anything to do. I wrote to the governments and they sent back a pamphlet on the repair and maintenance of frame houses. Anyhow, the whole thing is known. I'm not the first to discover it. Maybe it's even under control. I was sitting in my easy chair idly turning the pages of a paperback book someone had left on the bus.

When I came across the reference that first put me on the trail. For a moment, I didn't respond. It took some time for the full import to sink in. NAFTA I'd comprehended. It seemed odd, I had noticed it right away. The reference was clearly to a non human species of incredible properties, not indigenous to Earth, a species I hasten to point out, customarily masquerading as ordinary human beings. Their disguise however, became transparent in the face of the following observations by

the author. It was at once obvious the author knew everything, new everything and was taking it in his stride. The line and I tremble remembering it even now read. His eyes slowly roved about the room. Vague chills assailed me. I tried to picture the eyes. Did they roll like dimes? The passage indicated not. They seem to move through the air not over the surface rather rapidly. Apparently, no one in the story was surprised. That's what tipped me off. No sign of

amazement at such an outrageous thing. Later, the matter was amplified. Here his eyes moved from person to person. There it wasn't a nutshell. The eyes had clearly come apart from the rest of him, and were on their own. My heart pounded and my breath choked in my windpipe. I had stumbled on an accidental mention of a totally unfamiliar race. Obviously, non terrestrial. Yet to the characters in the book it was perfectly natural, which suggested they belong to the

same species. And the author, a slow suspicion burned in my mind, the author was taking it rather too easily in his stride. Evidently, he felt this was quite unusual thing. He made absolutely no attempt to conceal this knowledge. The story continued. Presently, his eyes fastened on Julia, Julia being a lady had at least the breeding to feel indignant. She is described as blushing and knitting her brows angrily. At this, I sighed with relief. They weren't all nonterrestrials the

narrative continues. Slowly, calmly. His eyes examined every inch of her. Great Scott. But here, the girl turned and stomped off and the matter ended. I lay back in my chair, gasping with horror, my wife and family regarded me and wonder. What's wrong, dear? My wife asked. I couldn't tell her knowledge like this was too much for the ordinary run of the mill person. I had to keep it to myself. Nothing. I gasped. I

leaped up, snatched the book and hurried out of the room. In the garage, I continued reading, there was more trembling, I read the next revealing passage. He put his arm around the Giulia. Presently, she asked him if he would remove his arm. He immediately did so with a smile. It's not said what was done with the arm after the fellow removed it. Maybe it was left standing upright in the corner. Maybe it was thrown away. I don't care. In any case, the full meaning was there staring me right in

the face. There was a race of creatures capable of removing portions of their anatomy at will eyes, arms and maybe more without batting an eyelash. My knowledge of biology came in handy at this point, obviously, they were a simple things, unicellular, some sort of primitive single celled things being no more developed than a starfish just starfish can do the same thing you know, I read on and came to this incredible revelation tossed off coolly by the author without the faintest

tremor. Outside the movie theater we split up. Part of us went inside. Hart over to the cafe for dinner. Binary Fission, obviously splitting in half and forming two entities. Probably each lower half went to the cafe, it being farther and the upper halves to the movies. I read on and shaking, I'd really stumbled onto something here. My mind reeled as I made out this passage. I'm afraid there's no doubt about it. Poor bibiani had lost his head again, which was followed by and Bob says he has

utterly no guts. Yet, Bibi got around as well as the next person. The next person, however, was just as strange. He was soon described as totally lacking in brains. There was no doubt of the thing in the next passage. Julia, whom I had thought to be the one normal person reveals herself as also being an alien life form, similar to the rest. quite deliberately, Julia had given her heart to the young man. It didn't relate what the final disposition of the Oregon was,

but I didn't really care. It was evident Giulia had gone right on living in her usual manner, like all of the others in the book. Without hearts arms, eyes, brains, viscera dividing up into two when the occasion demanded without a qualm. There upon. She gave him her hand, is sick and the rascal now had her hand as well as her heart. I shudder to think what he has done with

them. By this time. He took her arm, not content to wait he had to start dismantling her on his own flushing crimson, I slammed the book shut and leaped to my feet, but not in time to escape one last reference to those carefree bits of anatomy, whose travels had originally thrown me back on the track. Her eyes followed him all the way down the road, and across the meadow. I rushed from the garage and back inside the warm house, as

if the accursed things were following me. My wife and children were playing monopoly in the kitchen I joined them and played with frantic fervor. Brow feverish teeth chattering I had had enough of the thing I want to hear no more about it. Let them come on. Let them invade Earth I don't want to get mixed up in it. I have absolutely no stomach for it

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