A Missing Body of Evidence
I have to admit coming under the spell of beautiful women on your planet. Of course, it is one reason why I am hovering in stationary orbit over the Philippines at the moment. Our bodies were similar to yours on Unno but on Unfinitum they became not at all what you would call eye pleasing, mainly because we have to cope with stronger gravity on our new planet. Not that it matters. Our senses adapted to the new reality; scent and taste became the desirable, or undesirable, marks of attraction in the opposite s*x. Now I am adapting with some pleasure to your world.
Another difference between our societies is that we no longer have lingering mysteries like those that still surround life on your planet. You wallow in reports of unidentified flying objects (UFOs), a
