“Oh! Um, yes. Excuse me,” Carlos fumbled over his words slightly. He offered his hand. “I’m Carlos. Carlos Ramon. Scientist.”
“No, I do,” Carlos said. “But it looks like any old sedimentary rock. I’m wondering… why they’re able to sing? There’s no high concentration of quartz in any of them to be able to vibrate so I don’t know what I’m looking at. And Xrays don’t show that they’re hollow or that they have organs. They’re just… rocks. That can sing rock and roll music.”
“You told me you didn’t know the mineral composition…”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Carlos said. “I guess I misspoke. Yeah, I guess I don’t know what a LOT of it is… I just didn’t see too much quartz.“ He sighed, but smiled. “Um well… just lemme know what you find? It- it looks like… sedimentary rock, like I said.”
“At this rate, my guess is it’s simply a pile of rocks with anomalous properties… perhaps a shared conscience if they are all exact turns and synch…” he replied as he scratched his chin.
“Maybe… but I dunno. THey all seem to exhibit some sort of individuality. Maybe it’s a complex sort of consciousnesses – like with Hiram McDaniels. I’m not sure though. For now though, I can start with the mineral composition. Everything else… I’ll work on while I’m managing their band.”
The Perfect Scientist 