It is no use. It's too late.The earth--I must dig--alone.
To Whom It May Concern:
In order to clear up any misunderstanding or false impressions regarding the amazing case of my beloved friend and co-worker, Professor Howard E. Edwards, I submit herewith, extracts from the professor's notebook, which I found on the desk.
EVANS BARCLAY, B.S. Fellow IRE.
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Last night, in my dreams, I was a monstrous ant, and had been digging myself a burrow in the soft fresh earth. The dream was intensely real, and when I awoke, I felt as tired as if I had actually been digging. My arms ached, and I was astonished, upon examining my hands, to find them raw.
Dressing hastily, I rushed to the back yard, and there, sure enough, near the fence, was a large hole about two feet deep and three feet long. Hurriedly, I filled it in and returned to the house.
I must rest for a few days, as I feel that the intense excitement caused by my investigations, is preying too heavily upon my mind.
At this time, I feel that I should make a brief summary of my findings in respect to the ants, so that Barclay may go over these notes upon his return from his vacation.
First: The ant colony is
Written as a series of diary entries by a dead scientist, this is the story of a radio researcher who turns his antenna down--at the ants--instead of up into the sky.
Of course, talking to ants has its risks.
Not a terribly creative story, just okay.
Not very interesting.