““A voice spoke in his head, mellow and vast: "Long have we watched you, little one." "Who's there?" he quavered. "Who are you?" "Your concepts are inadequate." "Malfunction! Malfunction!" squalled the scouter. "Shut up, it's not a malfunction. Who's talking to me?" "You may call us: Rulers of the Galaxy." The scouter was lunging wildly, buffeting him as it tried to escape the white grasp. Strange crunches, firings of unknown weapons. Still the white stasis held. "What do you want?" he cried. "Want?" said the voice dreamily. "We are wise beyond knowing. Powerful beyond your dreams. Perhaps you can get us some fresh fruit." - 'Painwise””
