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for attention, some idiot drinking colloidal silver.
    Screw it. He hadn’t survived this long by taking chances. He pulled on his latex gloves and opened the driver door.
    “Metro, Adam seven.”
    “ Go ahead Adam seven .”
    “Yeah, I got a 10-24 here. I-90, southbound, just before exit 27. Appears to be a non-responsive Caucasian—well, sort of Caucasian—male. Some kind of blue skin discoloration. Let the EMTs know about the blue skin. You copy?”
    He brushed his fingers over the neck artery—bingo. He swallowed his relief and stepped back. Not that he rated male beauty, but this unconscious guy would certainly cause a flutter from the double X side of the species.
    The ambulance arrived in record time. No one argued about moving him to the medical center, before attempting to wake him or searching for identity. The pulse stayed steady, but they’d never handled a victim contaminated a smooth shade of sapphire before.
    Some sort of skin dye? A gang thing? Dressed like a stockbroker, a man over a decade past his teens should be beyond that type of experimentation. Male model with edible body paint and a color fetish? That made as much sense as an invasion of Smurfs.
    The officer waited for the tow truck. He wondered if anyone else’s day had started as colorfully as his had.

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Cleveland Ohio
    8:56 AM
    Friday, July 8th
     
     
    Sight . He cringed at the contaminated environment, focused on the blinking, safe-black object in his lap, and picked it up. Touch . He dropped it. Why’d he have hands?
    Scent . Many odors wafted through the open window, all strange.
    Taste . He licked lips he shouldn’t have and— acceleration —surged to find himself trapped within the unfamiliar body. Pain . His head hurt, unable to correlate the bombardment of stimuli, and he struggled to focus.
    Sound . The multitude of noise included something stepping closer. Confusion, terror, a deluge of emotions shuddered through him, and he went limp. He’d take the path of least resistance and hide within before interacting with whatever it was.
    Where, oh where, was the monochromatic purity of his color? He clamped his optical units closed. He was quite willing to sacrifice sight.
    The grating from the opening door caused worry to pulsate through him. The lack of facts, an inability to anticipate what might happen, sent his fear skyrocketing. Should he defend himself? How? He didn’t even know what he or it was.
    It bent over him, its rubbery touch cautious. A good sign, which created a calming sense of power. Should he seize control? Unresponsive had to be the better course of action. It didn’t seem right to hit or shove the unknown aside. Thankfully, it felt the pulse at his neck and retreated.
    Time flowed while it chattered close by, and he debated using all his newly discovered senses. If he could but overcome his trepidation, he’d face whatever surrounded him. A blaring noise approached and then slowed. Forget looking. He was now outnumbered, and panic shuddered through him.
    He reached for the inorganic object he’d dropped. Comfort and an increased sense of order out of chaos came from holding something that didn’t create instant revulsion. He slipped it into a pocket on his lower covering. Hand hidden, he clutched his refuge object as the creatures invaded to handle him again.
    Their careful, gentle behavior lowered his terror level, making it easier for him to concentrate. The duplication in their speech could be correlated into pattern.
    He remained motionless as they lifted him and placed him on a flat surface. He tested the flimsy restraints. They’d break if needed. He clicked off the distance the noisy vehicle traveled, calmed by the mental distraction.
    The two individuals repeated blue-dude often enough to assume, the probability calculated in the upper tenth percentile, that’s what they’d labeled him.
    Unfortunately, the syllables contained an underlying texture of fear. His