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"Poof, Ms. Lane?"
's message, "I work at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California. It is close enough to the Goldstone Deep Space Network complex, that I can imagine driving out to the desert some night to program one of the big antennaes to point to (where? What are the coordinates for the Island of Morar?) to contact V'Lane. Dude, I'll say in encrypted language, you have to check out 'chica' in the black leotard. [That's you, Jo. I'll be hiding in the closet.] Of course, we have to hope that the message isn't intercepted by aliens. But ... wait ... that might be sort of fun too! ;-) Just kidding, everybody. I just know there'll be someone online who will say to themselves, aha! they really know about aliens, and they are not telling us. You would not imagine the strange people I have talked to." on 15:13:00 06/11/07 Mon