“Greetings, twice come!” the faint shadow of a smile seemed to cross its features as it telepathed the thought. You Can’t Fix Stupid But You Can Numb It With A 2×4 Shirt “When your space machine landed, we feared the worst but we are reassured. Your mind tells me that countless of your kind hover asleep over our world. What would you have us do?” “Your permission to remain,” Mark sent the telepathic reply. And then, in a welling flood of thought, poured out the story of what had happened on Terra, the resettlement of two-thirds of the population on other planets, and finally, their abhorrence of their Terran Government and its methods.