"A program of weather control to combat the extensive glaciation threatening to plunge the Earth into another ice age. We meet next month in New San Francisco to get final approval on a plan of action."
"And if the project fails?" asked the tall man.
"Catastrophe."
"Clench your fingers," said the shorter man.
Chandler could feel the energy pulse from his brain to his fingers.
"Blink your eyes."
He did so.
"Sit up."
Stiffly he obeyed.
"What manner of creature are you?" asked the tall man.