Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/37/en

Hanging on the board were a set of x-rays. His own x-rays. He glanced behind his shoulder; the door was about ten feet away. The thing clicked to itself–just like the other, eight clicks, identical and even like they were produced by a computer. It studied the x-rays without looking at them. Its sightless face faced forward, looking at neither image, clicking to itself.