G-17 solar system visiting us

The Web phone rang.

I was talking with the future me again. This time the setting was a translucent wall, such that I could half see my own reflection. It’s like talking to myself.

‘Yes, I just want to make it easier for you.’

Easier? Do you mean I wouldn’t be good-looking by then?

‘You aren’t a weary old man by now. I am still good-looking, according to some people’s standard. Of course I can’t please everybody, including androids.’

Why do you appear again; you come for me?

‘Kind of. I just make sure things happen.’

What do you mean? What kind of things? They might not be in line with history?

‘I don’t need to be logical in the way Twenty-first century thought they should be. However, I send these information to you so that you can write them out, just to make sure they would appear in our contemporary history.’

So there is logic, a special kind of logic.

‘Logic of fractional dimension, between space and time. Anyway, what you perceived the other day is somehow correct. There is some aliens from the G-17 solar system having visited us long before we’re aware. They are below us.’

I sat still.