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“Do you think aliens think we’re cute?” Natalie looked at the other with a raised eyebrow, “I mean do they see us as we are or do they picture us like we picture them?” Letting out a soft hum she absent mindedly played with a lock of her hair, a tell tale sign she was deep in thought. “And why do we have such a weird image of aliens? I mean look at E.T. his fingers look like school cafeteria sausage links. I just don’t get it, I mean what if aliens look like us?”