Dangerous Wars
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– Yes, you are mocking me, I have not seen such a thing… – there was no limit to Timba's admiration, there was no end, he continued to describe vividly and colorfully the rapture of the world of Malonga the first.
– Dr. Vella, I think we have a case like the one on the Ribonne, a disease called the gaze of millions. Birds, from the ancient history of Raibonne, mentioned by the Pillatec civilization, about which the myth has come down to us, – Tomaka suggested.
– Yes, you are right, commander, it is, this is the "view of millions". Our eyes now see what is not given to an ordinary person. Simple rays of light from an object are refracted billions of times before they reach us, on the retina of the eye. In this case, it slightly disorients a person in space, he sees vivid images of something that simply does not exist in reality, – Vella replied, trying hard to control her state.
– I, too, heard about the million, how her gift of all-seeing, became a doom for her. The Pillatecs, fearing that it would become a new kind of evolution, more developed, then took and destroyed all the birds, chicks and eggs, families belonging to the genus millions, – said Pythons.
– Friends, I personally see such beauty for the first time and it's cool! Not counting Raibonne, of course, – Timba said, looking around the area.
– This condition, temporary, will soon let everyone go, apparently, was caused by the overload of our light-sensitive organs. Now, the brain will start to filter out everything superfluous and we will start to see, as we always look, – Vella encouraged everyone and only Timba, only disappointed with this free high.
It took about half an hour, as the false colors began to disappear and everything around came to the intergalactic norm of perception of bodies. Timba, no longer so happy, but only grumbled and for some reason, pressed himself on the eyeballs, apparently trying to still maintain the effect of millions.
The terrain was not very different from Raibonnovskaya, which greatly facilitated the process of work on the placement of things and the creation of a temporary base for the expedition. The specially burned part of the clearing began to serve as a starting point for the crew and a gathering place at the end of the group's hike.
Here, it has been standing for a long time, good stable weather, a little dry, but quite tolerable. A light breeze, slightly bends the tops of the trees, the crowns of which glow with green and red, yellow and blue flowers. Sometimes, from the thicket, you can feel unguided glances, most likely small animals, frightened by the new neighborhood, with unknown people who have flown here.
A variety and a huge number of flowers that have grown around, happily shimmer, in the resulting glades, between the fishing lines. Insects in the grass, working hard to form small empires of power, in their tiny, short lives.
In the blue sky, birds are constantly flying and from time to time, you can even see their love scenes, then severe battles for territory.
Although there are no people, high-rise buildings, or smart cars on Malonga One, there is a fuss of those in whom life is located and it always seems to flow. For the crew, the fauna appeared in a completely different form. Not a cold planet, but a kind place, almost a second home. The pleasant energy was felt everywhere.
Large blocks of stone, sometimes cutting through glades, stand like statues created by natural factors. The silent witnesses of time, its constant companions, parts of the structure of the universe, rest here on Malonga One.
Next to the expedition base, there is a small river. Clear water, which does not hide the water world and you can easily see the fish and swimming plants living there. And the water itself, warm to the touch, charming and excellent!
Being on the planet involves a lot of mysterious and unusual things, which may not be seen on Raibonne, despite all its similarities with Malonga the first. Although here, the same trees grow, but they are not the same, a little thicker and longer. This is how it happens, with the whole world around us, in space, on the planets, the views change.
Gathered in a quickly assembled one-story building, the crew of the "Flying Ferix" began to discuss the latest tasks of the assigned expedition.
– Today, we are going to our planned place, which is, as everyone knows, a day's drive from here. As you understand, we can't land directly on that point, because of the underground, non-stone terrain there, which is bad for landing, – Tomaka said.
– Our first task now is to get to the point, find a denser ground and launch the assembly and preparatory transport, – he continued.
– The scouting robots are back, nothing dangerous has been detected, so we can work calmly and confidently, – Dr. Vella told Tomake.
– That's good. I think everyone is ready to work and if no one needs medical help or no one has changed their mind, then we continue our expedition, – Tomaka said.
The crew went to their places, and an hour later, to the edge of the forest, a logger flew up, followed by four land vehicles and another, working transport. All these actions were carried out according to the "Traffic Map", so the crew only had to be bystanders until the arrival point.
Lesolom launched the gears and spikes with which he clears the path and headed forward to the set point. Its metal tentacles began to grab the animals menacingly and throw them into a circular hole in the belly, which began to suck everything into the car like a light vortex.
The whole expedition and its equipment followed him, along a cleared, fresh, cut strip, where just now, there was a forest, instead of which, nothing now remains.
From the side, you could see how a huge iron machine, breaking almost into splinters, trees and stones. On the ground, a terrible monster crawled, devouring everything in its path, blowing up swirls of gray dust. And even, it is impossible to imagine that there is a force that can stop this forest break.
But the truth is that this is just the appearance of one side of the picture, and on the other, if you look, the canvas is white. Lesolom, absolutely safe car. It's just an ordinary metal dispenser for the materials he found. And what falls under its gears, spikes and tentacles, everything is immediately analyzed by the computer and transferred to special compartments. Part of the non-live mass is immediately processed into fuel or return cargo, and the live, along the conveyor, is sent to the cargo compartment and there, unloaded into special cages. The procedure of his actions is thought out to the smallest detail and does not harm anyone. The gears will not crush you, no thorn can pierce you, and the tentacles will not kill the living. This is a brilliant invention of cargo-handling machines, which, while it does not require modernization, will serve people for more than one generation.