“not a Terran man, though how that could be— But he may think differently than we. Try once more, while he still dreams.”
“He may be an alien,” Zove said, “not a Terran man, though how that could be—But he may think differently than we. Try once more, while he still dreams.”
“I’ll try, uncle. But I have no sense of any mind, of any true emotion or direction. A baby’s mind is frightening but this … is worse—darkness and a kind of empty jumble—”
