Shaman. The road up #5
"Dear chief-commandant, if you intended to take revenge on the ICC, then you did it" - I started as a joke.
"You are a dangerous man, Morva. I do not even ask how you got to know about my intentions. Well, if you read thoughts, there's no point in hiding it. I was angry with my employers, but I also did not promise them to build a "city of the sun". It was only about commissioning several bases with their full life support and infrastructure."
"My dear Kantariya, I begin to respect you, at such a pace and friendship is not far away. But, firstly, the "base" is not the walls of structures with their technical stuffing, but people first of all. You are not building a prison for people from the planet Earth? Without creating a strong community of people, you will have a constant headache, similar to the one that your employers have in their homeland. It is for this reason that they seek to escape and order you the construction of bases on Mars. These narrow-minded people who call themselves the elite of the Earth refuse to understand that the transfer of the earthly rules of coexistence to Mars in a very short time will force them to look for a new planet to escape again.
You started our dialogue with the question "what to do with this?" So, dear friend, let me call you that, this question will also be heard from the mouth of the earthly bucks when they face massive disobedience, and the reason is not the people themselves, And their wretched three-dimensional consciousness. They not only do not see the average person at all, they hate everyone and everything except the satisfaction of their base needs, but most of all they hate you, the representatives of a technically more advanced civilization, because they are forced before you. At the first opportunity they will betray you, they will sell you, and at the same time, regretting what they did, they will cry, asking for forgiveness, but then they will do it again and again. This is their level of consciousness. This is not a disease, it is a civilizational stage of the development of homo-primitive. In the end, you will get tired of it and you are easy, from the position of your technically highly developed three-dimensionality, will crush them, as people do with cockroaches, seeing them in the kitchen.
And I want to ask you, my dear Kantaria, why do you need these extra gestures with the construction of bases for "cockroaches"? It seems to me that you and your fellow tribesmen have played in three dimensions. Is not it time to move on? And if it's time, you can do this by changing your consciousness to a more resonant range of today's planet-entity, whose name is Gaia or simply Earth.
You can ask me why you need to change something, if you are so good, are you on the rise? You dream of becoming the only race on Earth, the conditions on which are just perfect for you. Only you do not take into account that Gaia is no longer three-dimensional, as it was before. You will not approach her "by Rhesus." Do you know what that means? This is comparable to the way cockroaches in a dirty apartment of some drunken woman suddenly find themselves with a new owner who adores cleanliness and order. I'm far from thinking that you will be satisfied with the fate of cockroaches. This is really little suited to an ancient civilization like yours.
In any case, the choice remains for you and those people who intend to stay on their native planet. Gaia rose to a higher energy level. So, we, and you will only continue to be called earthlings, when we do the same. Otherwise, all of us are waiting for the fate of cockroaches. Personally, I'm against it. Now your move. "
The chief-commander made such a grimace on his face, as if he had mistakenly bitten off a lemon instead of an apple. Then he muttered something inarticulate in his native language. Most likely, this translates as "Holy shit".
The pause dragged on. Kantaria with sharp outgrowths of the brush nervously taped on the back of the quartz table. Finally, in his manner, with Olympic tranquility, he summed up: "What is it, dear Morva, that not "you are - mine" but "I am - yours"? How did I get in such an ass? "...
To be continued...
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