Water, blood and milk produced naught but disharmony. The second researcher suggested olive oil.
The dense oil produced a deep resonance as it vibrated. It was so soothing, and contemplative that the kitchen became silent. Everyone just stood or sat swaying to the wordless tune. No words, but images did start to form. The bowl was from another planet, and it was singing, "Let the invasion begin."
O'Connor forced his eyes open. He didn't know how long he'd been standing in this hypnotic state, but it had been too long. It was with great effort that he moved his stiff legs. He could see the others around him were standing transfixed and swaying to the potent melody. He reached for the bowl. His hand looked alien to him.
Not with space ships, but with sonics. The aliens were changing the humans' DNA with sonics to reflect their own. They were some sort of communal plant like race that shared one mind but many bodies. If they could convert us, thought O'Connor, then our personalities would be wiped out and supplanted with their single will. We would help them convert others until our entire species was transformed. He grabbed the vibrating bowl and fell the full-strength of the transformation overwhelming him. He dropped the bowl on the floor spilling most of the oil. He sighed in relief, and wondered if his skin would be permanently green.
He reached for the bowl and took it to the sink to rinse it out. He could still hear their tenuous song echoing from the oil film that clung to the inside of the bowl. Everyone else was still entranced it seemed. Dawn liquid soap helped drown out the hellish song, and people began to wake from their trances.