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man, appearing to be in his sixties, walk toward us.
    “The gentleman approaching is a micro-nutritionist,” she said discreetly. “He came down here about a year ago for the first time and immediately took a leave of absence from Washington State University. His name is Professor Hains. He’s done some great studies.”
    As he arrived, I was introduced. He was a strongly built man with black hair, gray streaks at his temples. After some prodding from Marjorie, the professor began to summarize his research. He was most interested, he told me, in the functioning of the body’s organs as measured by highly sensitive blood tests, especially as this functioning related to the quality of food eaten.
    He told me what interested him most were the results of a particular study which showed that while nutritionally rich plants of the kind grown at Viciente increased the body’s efficiency dramatically, the increase was beyond what could be reasonably expected from the nutrients themselves as we understand how they work in human physiology. Something inherent in the structure of these plants created an effect not yet accounted for.
    I looked at Marjorie, then asked, “Then the focusing of attention on these plants gave them something that boosts human strength in return when they’re eaten? Is this the energy mentioned in the Manuscript?”
    Marjorie looked at the Professor. He gave me only a half smile. “I don’t know yet,” he said.
    I asked him about his future research, and he explained that he wanted to duplicate the garden at Washington State and set up some long-term studies, to see if people eating these plants had more energy or were healthier over a longer period of time. As he spoke, I couldn’t help glancing periodically at Marjorie. Suddenly she looked incredibly beautiful. Her body appeared long and slender, even under her baggy jeans and t-shirt. Her eyes and hair were dark brown, and her hair fell in tapered curls around her face.
    I felt a powerful physical attraction. At the exact moment I became aware of this attraction, she turned her head, stared directly into my eyes, and backed away from me a step.
    “I’ve got to meet someone,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you later.” She told Hains good-bye, smiled coyly at me, and walked past the metal building and down the path.
    After a few more minutes of discussion with the professor, I wished him well and strolled back to where Sarah was standing. She was still talking intensely with one of the other researchers but she followed me with her eyes as I walked.
    As I approached, the man she was with smiled, rearranged the notes on his clipboard and walked into the building.
    “Find out anything?” Sarah asked.
    “Yes,” I said, distractedly, “it sounds like these folks are doing some interesting things.”
    I was looking at the ground when she said, “Where did Marjorie go?”
    As I glanced up I could see she had an amused look on her face.
    “She said she had to meet someone.”
    “Did you turn her off?” she asked, smiling now.
    I laughed. “I guess I did. But I didn’t say a thing.”
    “You didn’t have to,” she said. “Marjorie could detect a change in your field. It was pretty obvious. I could see it all the way over here.”
    “A change in my what?”
    “In the energy field around your body. Most of us have learned to see them, at least in certain light. When a person has sexual thoughts the person’s energy field sort of swirls about and actually propels out toward the person who’s the object of the attraction.”
    This struck me as totally fantastic, but before I could comment, we were distracted by several people coming out of the metal building.
    “Time now for the energy projections,” Sarah said. “You’ll want to see this.”
    We followed four young men, apparently students, to a plot of corn. As we walked closer, I realized that the plot was made up of two separate subplots, each about ten feet square. The corn in