Book-12 Gravity cyclone novella - стр. 2
– My name is Elena Gratsis. I come from Latvia from Riga. – all three listeners and the robot nodded their heads as a sign of understanding, as if they already knew all this for a long time. But Elena only for a moment doubted her guess, then realized that the robot, in vain, would not have asked her. And in turn, emboldened, she already asked her own question: – What does this sign in the form of a hieroglyph on the belt buckles of the owners of the module mean?
The eyes of the UFOs were impassive. But the robot talked about the contacts of Extraterrestrial Civilizations with people. That contact occurs selectively, although they are numerous.
– Space worlds are looking for people on Earth who can easily
understand. – instructively explained MB- 20.
“It seems to me,” Elena interrupted him, “that I am like you. – to which the interlocutor answered in the affirmative, even named deviations in the physical structure of the body. Elena blushed deeply, but refrained from commenting. And finally, having regained control of herself, began the conversation in a calm direction.
– You will forgive me, but it all looks like a dream!
– Your feelings of stiffness in movements, do you mean that?
– No, no! – the astronaut protested, – I mean everything that happens
now with me. After all, a minute ago I fell into the Black Hole. – Elena looked inquiringly at the UFOs. They exchanged glances. Their faces were silent. Only the thin lips of the robot were touched by a slight smile, or rather a semblance of a smile.
– You, Elena, were doomed. You could have died, we saved you. – said MB- 20 from his niche and fell silent. His unblinking eyes stared at the opposite wall. Apparently it was already off. The astronaut thought about it. Then, she remembered that her thoughts were not a secret for the module pilots and decided on a trick:
"Tell me what prompted you to save me and how did you find my ship?" she thought. And with curiosity she began to examine the backs of the UFOs. The man turned, his pointed ears with tassels on top of his head accentuated the predatory profile of his short, upturned nose.
"Like a lynx." – not willingly thought the woman.
“Well, that's the way we are,” the pilot said, not at all embarrassed. Elena blushed again, but did not look away. And the humanoid continued:
– We and you and many other civilizations belong to organic life. But there is also living inorganic matter, this is the Supreme mind of the Universe. Plasma form of living matter, consisting of three varieties; blue, green, black. From Human to Plasma form, there are various types of civilizations that are at different levels of development. I do not want to read lectures I'm afraid Elena will tire you. But, you will understand it yourself. – he paused and began to look at her point- blank. It suddenly seemed to the woman that the body was immersed in some kind of magnetic field and was losing weight. This state lasted for a split second. The cosmonaut regained control of himself: