I turned to B568-114 and whispered,
"What does he think? Can you understand him?"
"His thoughts are as clear as yours or mine, although strange somewhat," B568-114 said with some disbelief. "I will repeat them… 'When this scoundrel Zash brings our men back, maybe we won't need the help of law-makers at all. But what do we say to them? Oh, I just want to lie for a nap…'"
Despite whispering, she mimicked the intonations of a complaining middle-aged man very well—coming from her cute face, the grumbling was comical.
"Slow, unhappy thoughts. What should I do, Father?"
"Be my translator. I will say things, and you send them into the man's mind exactly as I told them. It's *extremely* important that nothing is changed. Then, tell me his responding thoughts back "
"I can do that, Father."
I nodded.
"Then start with the next message: 'Anad Shach.'"
B568-114 didn't ask what the words meant, or why the first message was like that—she just nodded and closed her eyes for a moment.
