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The four approached and stood before us, smiling happily. They had beautiful bodies, in perfect condition. I wondered how we could communicate—what language they used. Could they even see us? One of the men took a step forward and nodded. “Yes, we can see you, Robert. And communication is easy. We will use your English. OK?” The OK was what got to me. There was something wrong here. How would he know American slang from the future? “We absorbed it from your mind. No problem.” Then I noted that his lips had not moved, and saw the twinkle in his eyes. We both laughed—mentally. I had found a new friend who could read minds, probably every last bit of what I thought or felt. From then on, all of the talk was mental—thought transference, you might call it. “This is a beautiful place,” I began. “The weather is very pleasant. We stir up a thunderstorm every afternoon to clean off the leaves and provide water for the plants.” “With lightning?” “Yes, but we direct the intensity and where it will make contact. The electrical charge is vital to all carbon-based life.”