Okay, that's all just poetry, - she immediately backed down. - You're probably wondering now how you're going to repel this new aggression? Right?
Zavirdyaev looked at Landskricht with a frozen gaze. Maybe she was an agent of the Asian bloc? It was unlikely that "@enemy" could do something like that, but it would be better if "they could" and not that she really wasn't from Earth... They could have invented a serum for the airless space, right? Let them, they are talented, even if they are enemies.
- There won't be any aggression, don't worry, - Landskricht declared. - I live here just like you, even if I'm not a local, - she grinned. - I could have said the same thing down there, for example, a week ago, and I've said it more than once. I'll say the same thing now. You just, as it turns out, are not the most advanced life form on this planet, you just didn't know it. Nothing happened, right? Everything is fine, right?
She took a ration pack from under her seat, or rather from the side, opened it and took out some kind of food, like a chocolate bar, semi-liquid, in a bag, and handed it to Zavirdyaev.
She also took something out for herself and even seemed to taste it for show.
It looked as if a person who wanted to make friends with an animal was handing it food - this was the analogy that Zavirdyaev imagined.
- As always, everything turns out to be different from what you imagine, - Zavirdyaev said, sorting through the packaging in his hands. - How do you imagine everything? A ship flies, lands, and then there are different options... either aggression or contact.
- That also happens, I'm talking about the landing of a ship. True, they only openly attack in your films. And the open one is also very rare to penetrate. Open aggression is technically difficult to implement, and there is no point. In general, people live in many places. Namely people. All these migration processes, they are so stretched out in time that... There is no centralization in this and there cannot be and will not be. Plant seeds in their process of dispersion are not controlled by uniform directives. And people are the same way.
- What are you talking about?
- Well, do you understand the meaning of what was said?
- I understand. Only some kind of nonsense. And where are you from then, from what planet? From what star, star system? - Zavirdyaev corrected himself on the go, trying to give the phrases of the sick a scientific character.
- So, - she began her answer, - Have you ever heard such a rather poetic version that planets can be intelligent, stars too...
- Hello, we have arrived, - thought Zavirdyaev, although from time to time he had to hear such things. Like the plot of a fairy tale, it can be beautiful.
- Well, I heard.
- I may disappoint you. Planets are made of solid matter, well, except for gas, although everything inside them is also very solid. Stars are... well, you know...
- Of course, Madam, - Zavirdyaev chuckled.
- That's true. What other objects are there? I won't give you an exam, I'll just say that there are also black holes.
- And what about it?
- Well, that's me.
- Are you a black hole or something? - Zavirdyaev asked again, maintaining his previous cheerful tone.
- You don't believe me, that's understandable. True, this is a very general... General description.
- You and I are probably just talking about different things now, - Zavirdyaev answered, anticipating that a certain showdown with a play on words in particular was coming, - I understand black holes as astronomical objects, poorly studied, bending space. They are comparable in mass to stars and also have gravity, such that even light will not escape. They were also observed, at least they were before the War, and photographed. They are dark, and there is a disk around them. Are you talking about these? Is everything correct?
- Yes, everything is correct, about these.
- And what then?
- What what? You can imagine intelligent planets and stars, but not here?
- But you do not attract everything around you, do you?
- I am telling you, there are a number of reservations. The object itself is like a basis. Life inside, it can also get out, here your physics is not right in everything, at least you should not look at it so categorically. Although according to physics, some things fly out. In general, a black hole is a rock, and a tree grows on the rock. A tree is already life. Is that clearer?
- You are now telling it as if you yourself do not really know.
- And I do not know.
- A thought flashed through Zavirdyaev's mind that she was simply talking nonsense, because the process of unlocking the memory had failed, but then he remembered the gateway and retained the same questioning expression on his face.
- How is that possible? You don't know and you're telling me?
- That's right. You're an educated person, right?
- Well, yes.
- Can you tell me about the anatomy of your body? By the way, I don't understand much about my nature.
- I'm not a doctor, not a physician.
- Well, no one taught me to be a physician in my... in my medicine - no one.
- What about other black holes? - Zavirdyaev asked, feeling that the conversation was slipping into absurdity.
- And we, figuratively speaking, speak different languages. And in general, we rarely communicate. Mostly through the subconscious. You know what that is? Besides... why don't you have three diplomas?
- Well, because... - Zavirdyaev began and thought.
- Well, I have "because" too.
- How cool.
- You people taught me everything. And what you see in front of you now, that is, me - that is me, but not completely, but as a hologram... how can I find the words. When a person feeds chicks with his hand, they think that the hand is a bird. Have you seen "National Geographic"? Well, it's the same here.