Granted. And man how those fingers fly. You don't even have to think of what you are typing. You just conjure up those thoughts and your fingers blur over the keys flawlessly. But on your way to be on Letterman one night, it seems you have also caught the attention of Zirkonians.. (little pale yellow folk from a planet circling the center star of Orion's Belt).. who want to put you in the Exotic section of their most popular Zoo. Most of their folk think aliens are a myth. You.. become the talk of Zirkonia. And those Zirkonian babes.. well.. they like you very much. Sadly, you don't really dig them. But, that doesn't matter much to them. *lowers head sadly, whispering* Sorry, man.
I wish I could send my thoughts to other minds.