I can predict events, and together with my friend I slightly slow time. New technologies, like supposedly infallible ones, make mistakes. But not me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t predict meeting him. I’m married, but we’re both crazily drawn to each other. Still, we learned to work side by side. I’m a battle general from an ancient, powerful race. Women would fall into my arms just by giving me a hint. But one day I met her… and I disappeared. She’s married, and to be near her I invited her to work with me. And I, who always believed in the science and technologies of the space age, realized that her gift isn’t fraud—our most advanced know-how can’t replace it. There is a scientific explanation for the intuitives’ gift! Now my goal is to show everyone what intuitives are worth and… to win her as my wife. But maybe marriage is just an excuse to keep me away from her? So many new technologies! Love and passion.