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| Moon Child (15th Dec 22 at 3:09am UTC)
Moon Child | | We found the book about the ship and the star, but there was no drawing of the tachyon terminal. Carolina assured us that she had never told the children so much about the sand and the mystery of the children themselves. After a long and fruitless discussion, our report was filed under the category of unresolved problems. As the archives thickened and the universe crumbled, politicians began to call it a nest of spies and traitors. We have a budget problem and people can quit. We tried not to alarm the child by any news of danger from the outside. I remember one thing that Carolina said. One day, we went to the Extraterrestrial Biology Laboratory, where she was still there after working for hours. The blue disinfection lamp "washed" the wall with pale and sad light. The air rustled through the filter, and there was still a strong, strange smell in the air (the smell of second-life rustling in the glass-walled bacterial incubator), like the choking and stench of rotten straw. She had been showing the slides and models of the smallest foreign objects, and her eyes seemed to shine with love, but when I mentioned the future of the cosmic organization, her anger disappeared. "It's like a sandcastle, Mr. Hodian," she said in the black accent she usually tries to avoid, out of fear and nervousness. "It's like the sandcastles we built on the beach when I was a kid, and the waves kept eating it. I'm worried about what's going to happen to the kids when it's gone. "Maybe it won't go away." Defending the future of the organization, I felt helpless. I had no real loyalty to the organization, but I was always "hopeful." "I know they keep cutting our budget, but at least we can make a lot of money on the Explorer project. Now the bill is finally going to be paid. I'm thinking about the new wealth in space and people's awareness of it. Those who enter Mercury to dig through the iron wall still want to prove themselves. Navigation ships reported incredible trillions of tons of iridium and gold nuggets on crater-like ridges around those passages. Critics object that gold on Mercury is not worth transporting. Jupiter seems to have provided more exciting information and cheaper transportation,Fiberglass tape measure, and flying objects have appeared, gathered and moved around Jupiter, as if observing astronauts towing mobile homes on Jupiter 1. They soar at high speeds and free angles, which could reveal entirely new principles for traveling through the universe, if specimens are ever caught. The bold passage and rapid escape of those Jupiter people seem to prove the existence of some kind of intelligent life, while the situation of advanced life on Venus and Saturn is not so clear. Another orbital station on Venus's newly mottled clouds recently reported an unexplained loss of energy as it stopped its transfer, with none of the Saturn surveyors returning and no reports from the encircled planet's vicinity. Why should we be afraid of our space neighbors? I asked Carolina, "We've been neighbors for billions of years, and they've never hurt us." "It's not the planets I'm anxious about," she said. "It's the people. As a black man, Pi tape measure ,Wheel tape measure, I don't see people the same way you do, Mr. Hodian. I'm afraid we're not as noble as the founders of the universe think, and that's why we have to give children a chance. I hope they will be better than us. We stood in silence for a moment, pondering the children's uncertain future. Of course I want to know what made those tunnels on Mercury, "she said suddenly." Why did our Saturn prospector never return? But I think humanity is the greater danger, to the cosmic organization, to the children, even to our sister cosmic creatures. She watched with a sad face as fetid, inferior bacteria grew in the milk foam flask in the bacteria incubator. "We've been having trouble for years with some unknown actor who's killing the bacteria individually," she said. "Now I think I've found the killer.". If the higher Martians don't like us, maybe they have a reason. That was all she told me at that time, because she wanted to repeat certain experiments, but after a few days she called me, Marco, and Sosen to go back and listen to what she had found.
She told us to gather around a table in the laboratory. She handed Sosen a flask of pale condensation with brown bits in it. He covered his nose and backed away. It won't hurt you, sir. She gently assured him, "It's an inferior germ, but it's dead.". I killed it with a drop of juice. What really killed it was a common enzyme. If the creature does not have a stronger immunity, a molecule spreads like a virus in the inferior bacteria, and a drop of human blood can cause a serious infectious disease among them. "So we're poisonous to them?" Sosen grinned at the flask with relief. "I guess they'll learn to respect us." "That depends on how evolved they are." She gave him a strange look, confused and sad. "Anyway, we have other problems, and that's the point." Sosen himself is one of the problems. To understand the kids, as Carolina said, we need to know exactly what the sand was doing to the three members of the Explorer 2 crew. Even though my brother is missing, Marco and Sosen are still being studied. Aside from his sterility, Marco didn't have the consistent reactions he experienced on the moon. Although Sosen angrily denied the effects that had occurred in him, he had grown thin and old, his nerves were dull, his hair and beard were slowly turning gray, and his attractive happiness had turned into a depressing silence. We found that change with keen observation, and the result surprised us. He wanted to kill Nick. It was a warm autumn afternoon when the children were five years old. Susie arranged a cookout in the hope that Sosen,tape measure clip, and perhaps herself, would rekindle a waning interest in the children. Nick didn't want to go, and Kelly thought Guy would like to go out. tapemeasure.net | |
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