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watching my reaction. She got one. I blanked. (All three of us here in human physical on the same day is quite unusual,) she went on, enjoying every moment. (We did it just to meet you.) I smiled. (I appreciate it, believe me.) (Remember how you used to say …) She laughed, then started again. (You were always saying we are more than our physical bodies. Now it’s the other way around. You, I mean we keep telling the new ones they are more than their energy selves.) I turned inward. This was more than I had ever contemplated, but one thing hadn’t changed. One answer led to a hundred other questions. I needed to start at … (You want your usual baseline. Well, we are still human beings, or beings being human. I guess?) She looked at BB, who simply shrugged. That was unusual. AA must have instructed him to let the woman do the talking—correction: communicating. I tried another direction. (On the way in, I didn’t see a single house or building, no roads, nothing to show that man was here or ever had been, no cities, factories, aircraft, cars. How come?) BB laughed. (You didn’t look very hard.) The woman glowed. (Isn’t it beautiful?) I was smoothing more. (I can understand how you can sleep under the trees in weather like this, but how about winter? You still have to keep warm.) (The Reball takes care of that,) she answered. (It keeps an air temperature layer all around the physical, just whatever you want it to be.) (How about food? You have to eat.) She held out her arms in front of her body, level with her shoulders, palms upward. She closed her eyes and stood quietly. After a few moments, she lowered her arms, opened her eyes again. (That gives this body enough energy for at least a week.) She sighed contentedly. I flickered. (You mean you don’t get to taste food anymore, real food?)