Can you hear me ?" "Only speck of consciousness and motionless in the void," the whisper began again.

"Terribly alive, terribly alone.

Seem outside space yet--still in body.

Can't see, hear, feel--short-circuited from every sense--but in some strange way realize you--Ruth, Walter, Drake.
"See without seeing--here floating in darkness that is also light--black light--indescribable.

In touch, too, with these--" Again the voice trailed into silence; returned, word and phrase pouring forth disconnected, with a curious and turbulent rhythm, like rushing wave crests linked by half-seen threads of the spindrift, vocal fragments of thought swiftly assembled by some subtle faculty of the mind as they fell into a coherent, incredible message.
"Group consciousness--gigantic--operating within our sphere--operating also in spheres of vibration, energy, force--above, below one to which humanity reacts--perception, command forces known to us--but in greater degree--cognizant, manipulate unknown energies--senses known to us--unknown--can't realize them fully--impossible cover, only impinge on contact points akin to our senses, forces--even these profoundly modified by additional ones--metallic, crystalline, magnetic, electric--inorganic with every power of organic--consciousness basically same as ours--profoundly changed by differences in mechanism through which it finds expression--difference our bodies--theirs.
"Conscious, mobile--inexorable, invulnerable.