The human re-enters the room.
Its regular forward motion seems disturbed and awkward.
It grips the grey handle and pulls.
It extricates a small dark coloured oddly tapered cylinder.
It makes a strange twisting motion and inverts the cylinder over a clear receptacle.
A substance pours out that looks like the humans blood.
It drinks the red liquid.
It sits in the chair, motionless and silent, occasionally lifting the receptacle and drinking of the bloodlike substance.
I wait. I observe and transmit. I await my orders.
They are strange, weak creatures
When the time comes
The process will be straightforward.