- Then why don't you stop the War? You probably have superpowers, right? - asked Zavirdyaev, feeling how his speech was becoming more and more carefree - the monster from space, although able to stay in open airless space, turned out to be somehow unlucky.
However, the previous Landskricht, despite all her show-offs, sometimes was like that. This is Norway.
"Yes, it is she, the former Landskricht, only somehow, it is not yet clear how, she showed a trick with the gateway, and then went crazy. Zavirdyaev, take this more simply!" he thought to himself.
- Yes, I have what you can call a superpower, although it's such vulgarity. You know it yourself. But I can do some things. I haven't been on the ship from the very beginning.
- But that's true, that's the explanation, - the thought flashed through Zavirdyaev's head.
- Did you teleport or something?
- Call it that. Since you came up with such a name, call it that.
- So what about the War?
- You're so huge by the standards of microorganisms, but can you cut an amoeba in two? And sew it together?
- If you were a biologist then you probably could. In a lab.
- Here it goes, I would... But can you use your bare hands? Well, neither can I.
- So, to you, we are an amoeba, a microorganism?
- You might as well call me to political correctness. Not to belittle humanity. In general, I mean the complexity of the process, and not that someone is a microorganism for someone.
- And teleport the bomb to the headquarters of "@enemy"... In a suitcase. And then teleport back?
- And why exactly to "@enemy"? They would really like it to Oppenheimer. Are they not people?