I saw our Earth--I knew, Goodwin, indisputably, unmistakably that it was our earth.

But its rolling hills were leveled, its mountains were ground and shaped into cold and polished symbols--geometric, fashioned.
"The seas were fettered, gleaming like immense jewels in patterned settings of crystal shores.

The very Polar ice was chiseled.

On the ordered plains were traced the hieroglyphs of the faceted world.

And on all Earth, Goodwin, there was no green life, no city, no trace of man.
On this Earth that had been ours were only--These.
"Visioning!" he said.