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into outer space. They told him that they were from a planet called Zomdic, which was in another solar system and was unknown to our scientists. Their craft could not operate in damp weather, they allegedly explained to him, apparently because they were surrounded by some kind of electrified field. They also told him, he said, that the saucers were used only in the vicinity of the earth and could not operate in outer space. “The inhabitants of your planet will upset the balance if they persist in using force instead of harmony,”’ Mr. Cook asserts that he was told. “Warn them of the danger.” “Nobody will listen to me,” he says he protested. “Or anyone else either,” one of the giant ‘“‘spacemen’”’ snapped. Mr. Cook was deposited several hours later in the very spot where he had first been picked up. He related his story to the authorities and then quietly returned to his garden in the English countryside. Like the majority of all known contactees, he did not write any books or go on any lecture tours. Zomdic was never heard from again, either. Miss Thelma Roberts of Britain’s Flying Saucer Review interviewed Mr. Cook, and he showed her a burn on the back of his left hand and told her he had received it when he had left the saucer and had failed to remove his hand from the ladder’s railing before his feet touched the wet ground. Another contactee who has refused to make any fuss over his purported experience with “‘the people from outer space” is a young Italian engineer named Luciano Galli, who runs a small company on the outskirts of Rome. His story is far more unbelievable than Mr. Cook’s, but whether you believe it or not, it contains all of the classic elements that appear in many similar yarns. These elements include terrestrials— people just like you and me—who are in some way connected with the UFO phenomenon. Or maybe they really are our ultraterrestrials in disguise. Signore Galli left his home after lunch on July 7, 1957, and was headed back to his plant when a black Fiat pulled up and a tall, dark-skinned man with piercing jet-black eyes spoke to him. “Do you remember me?” the man asked. Galli had seen the man before on the streets of Rome and, for some reason, had felt like speaking to him, but he had disappeared into the crowds. “I remember you,” Galli replied. “Would you like to come with us?” the man asked. “Where to?” “Have confidence.’ The man smiled. ‘‘Nothing will happen to you.” “You Are Endangering the Balance of the Universe!" / 179