With the two Captains talking, I’m free to roam about their ship. I scan their vitals. Their cache of weapons. They strike me as primitive. Warlike. They suffer loud thoughts. Almost scream them at me. My energy dips.

I find the one who had floated in blue liquid. It sits at the center of their command hive. Not the Captain. Perhaps an advisor? It looks directly at me as if I’m actually standing there. Which catches me unaware. Throws me off guard.

My heat core pulses.  Suddenly, I can picture our lives joining. This image, actually a series of images, comes to me just like that.