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prophet began.
    "Your vision of Demon Hill gave the Legion a great victory, Prophet. We're going to develop your abilities, don't worry about that."'
    "So far all I've done here is help Fred get his citizenship."
    "Prophet, that was a noble deed. God will bless you for that," the Prof replied.
    ConFree citizenship had always been a privilege, not a right. But, as Korchak had said, the qualifications were loosening up. Who was to say that janitors were not making a national contribution? Not me. If Fred kept Delta Research's Hqs building fixed up, he was making a national contribution. So one more ConFree national had become a ConFree citizen, through honest labor. Good. He'd still have to keep up on recent developments if he wanted to vote, but that wasn't hard. The requirements were easy – as even Fred had admitted.
    "Saka? Any thoughts?" Prof asked.
    "I've got thoughts, but not visions," Saka said. "You'll remember my visions were always kind of dreamy, and lacked details that might have made them useful." Saka was a once-handsome young Assidic whose face still bore the scars of his horrific death on Galinta. I had seen that myself, just as I had seen Ice die in the same incident. Saka had been blasted by shrapnel, almost decapitated, his skull and spine shattered, his armor all chopped up. He had died instantly. And I had witnessed that Bright bring him back to life, with bloody hands, and make the sign of the cross over him. Bees claimed the Brights were angels, and the Legion Recovery Hospital claimed the Brights had used very advanced science to restore life into Ice and Saka and heal them both. I didn’t know or care which it was, only that Ice and Saka had been saved and returned to the land of the living, and the Brights had done it, and I was in their debt forever for saving my comrades. I could still hardly look at Ice and Saka without tearing up. I'd have to do something about that.
    "Your visions were powerful and accurate, Saka," the Prof said. "You had glimpses of our mission to Kratar, but we just couldn't quite figure it out at the time. Don't worry, you've got what it takes and we will develop your talents. We will."
    "So what's the program?" I asked.
    "It will be a multipronged approach," the Prof said, "and we will adjust it as proves advisable. Right now we know very little about DX or your capabilities. One very important objective is to learn all we can about Dimension X. And what its role is in our universe and in your brains. I believe the best way to do that is to concentrate on the main objective, which is chronological viewing – prophecy. Galactic Info is charging us with obtaining accurate, actionable intelligence information on the future. Information which can save lives and counter our enemies. Three of you have shown us the capability to do that, but you don’t know how you do it. Our program will encourage all four of you to further develop and to control your DX vision capabilities."
    "Encourage? Will you be using torture?" I asked. I can't help it – I've always been a wiseass.
    "No, we'll be using positive reinforcement. For example, choco donuts."
    "Well, it worked with the D's," I said, with a smile. The Prof had recruited a hostile, captured Demon to willingly assist us, with the aid of choco donuts. He really was a remarkable man.
    "Another interesting development was Bees' surprising and totally unexpected telepathic abilities. This is clearly associated with her DX brain structure, so you are all going to be getting coached in telepathy. The Legion has been using telepaths for decades. Our psychers are an invaluable resource and I am hoping you all will be able to join them."
    "Those people are all ding-a-lings, aren't they?" Saka asked. "I've gotten that strong impression."
    "Becoming an effective psycher involves considerable personal sacrifice and discipline. Kind of like you folks. Sometimes the mental strain shows. Please be understanding with them."
    "Sorry," Saka