The pantheon of alien war lords were after us, yes! that was the thought that hooked me to the t. Ofcourse it was just an after-association of something that I "think" was real psychic visions. This isn't a world where my beliefs about psychics and mediums were readily accepted. But it wasn't like abything that I had ever experienced, it seemed very real and very convinving. I didn't how to express them . And so I delved into my own psyche exploring what was to happen to my world. Aliens in this time, were entirely possible after all we invented super-speed space and engineered ways to breathe and be alive in space for longer times than ever in hisory. Why couldn't or wouldn't there be aliens with the same kind of technology. Aliens were just another discovery waiting to happen. I was just merely one among a thousand of us, searching dreadfuly miserably for new lands and new soil. I brushed my emotions clean. I was to be arriving back in 1 day. I thought of ways to be optimistic. That others like me would find worlds even better than what I had found. The day arrived and it wasn't like I had imagined, they were waiting for me, eager to know the stories, to know the man who finally found something. I couldn't expect this, I didnt have a clue about anythign else, , the mission protocol didn't allow us to even talk to our families for more 5 minutes. We were closely monitored, we were to survive how much ever long it took to find something. That meant close control of our minds.
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