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The eyes have it by Philip K. ****. It was quite by 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 government 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. Anyway, I was sitting in my easy chair idly turning the pages of the 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 after I comprehended it seemed odd that I hadn't noticed it right away. The restaurants 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 wasn't once obvious. The author knew everything, knew everything and was taking it in his stride. The line and I tremble remembering, and even now red. His eyes slowly roved about the room, vague chill to say of me. I tried to picture the eyes. Did they roll like dimes. The passage indicated not. They seemed 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. His eyes moved from person to person. There wasn't a nutshell. The eyes had clearly come apart from the rest of them, 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 that they belonged to the same species, and the author, a slow of suspicion learned in my mind. The author was taking it rather too easily in his stride, evidently. He felt this was quite a usual 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 has described as blushing and knitting her brows angrily. At this. I sighed with relief. They weren't all non terrestrials. The narrative continues slowly calmly. His eyes examined every inch of her great scott. But here the girl turned and stomped off on the matter ended. I laid back in my chair, gasping with horror. My wife and family regarded me in wonder. What's wrong, dear! My wife asked. I couldn't tell her knowledge like this was too much to the ordinary run of the mill person. I had to get it to myself nothing against. I leapt up, snatched the look, 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 Julia presently she asked him if he would remove his on. He immediately did so with a smile. It's not said what was done with the arm after the fellow Edward moved it. Maybe it was left standing up, right 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. Here was a race of creatures capable of removing portions of the anatomy, at will, eyes, arms, and many more without batting an eyelash. My knowledge of biology came in handy at this point, obviously they were simply beings uni cellular, some sort of primitive single celled things, beings no more developed than starfish. Starfish can do the same thing, you know? I read on and came to this incredible revelation, tossed out coolly by the author without the faintest tremor outside the movie theater. We split up part of the switch inside part over to the cafe for dinner, binary fission, obviously splitting in half, and falling two entities, probably each lower half went to the cafe being farther than the other. Hands to the movies. I read on. Hands shaking. I had really stumbled onto something here. My mind reeled as I made out this passage, I'm afraid there's no doubt about it. Poor kidney has lost his head again, which was followed by and bob says he has utterly no guts, yep. Didn't he 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 one normal person reveals herself is 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 the organ was, that I didn't really care. It was evident Julia had gone right on living in her usual manner, like all the others in the book, without heart, arms, eyes, brains, viscera, dividing up into two, when the occasion demanded, without a comb. Thereupon she gave him her hand. I second. The rascal now had her hand as well as her heart. I shudder to think what he's done with them by this time he took her arm. Not content to wait, he had to start dismantling or on his own flushing crimson. I slammed the book shut and leapt to my feet, but not in time to escape. One last reference to those carefree bits of anatomy whose travels had originally thrown the on the track. Her eyes followed him all the way down the road and across the meadow. I rushed in the garage and back inside the warm house as if the accursed and things were following. The my wife and Children were playing monopoly in the kitchen. I joined them and played with frantic, further brow feeders, teeth chattering. I ain't had enough. I wanted 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.