The laminar integument stirred, floating in outer space in a gentle manner as a surge of light activity seemed to illuminate its body even more brightly. The blood-red suns within the depths of his eyes remained focused on the laminar integument.
From his sensibilities of how life behaved in Gaia, he might have been tempted to think that the laminar integument was simply ignoring him. But he knew that every thought was communication, meaning he simply needed to peer into its body and interpret the light that flickered within its transparent, colorful depths.
And that was what he did. He paid attention to every signal, every flickering light, corresponding it with the movements and the light that it perceived, learning to map its light activities with actions and images.
He was able to detect a response.
His translation was messy and noisy, but he was able to barely understand the gist of what the laminar integument was communicating to him.
"We. Come. Destroy. Infected. World."
