Cadet Yip wearily scratched his neck.

It is good that there is no tracking in the hygienic compartment, and Teacher Ln will not see it in a moment of weakness. Scratching the scruff of the neck, pulling the scales, nervously twitching the tip of the tail, etc., are habits unworthy of the cadet of the Great Y, from whom Type is almost unaccustomed ...

And all these damned bipeds! A squeamish kind of grimaced: it seemed to him that this terrible smell had penetrated here too. Not only stink like a cesspool, so also stubborn, stupid creatures, not wanting to do what they want from them. Such a simple thing - and so many problems! No, apparently, these scientists made a blunder when they were classified as L-57 - the lowest, but still reasonable class ...

I will go and mollify them, said to himself. Looking at the mirror, he involuntarily straightened up. As far as, however, the splendor of his race, the Great Race Y-1, is evident in comparison with these truly pitiful creatures, who have thousands of disgusting thin shoots growing out of their heads, even on his example, though he, Tyr, is far from pretty boy.

After admiring the noble light-green tint of scales, light plastic of tentacles, delicate nacre of mucus on the proboscis, Jip burst into the central compartment of the starship. He would have preferred to be drinking or some other familiar way of transportation, but he was afraid to scare the stupid L-57.

Yyhnuv to captured individuals, he found that they exchange quiet signals.

They were A-specimen and B-specimen - exactly as prescribed. Almost identical in everything, A and B differed from each other in body structure: A had a proboscis between the legs, which could be doubled and tripled, and B, instead of a proboscis, there was a crack into which, as science says, the proboscis A.

Talk, with anger thought Ty. Instead of doing business.

The job of the LP, who threw him on the edge of the Universe, was to record a hologram of the reproductive process L-57 and hand it over to the Teacher I’m looking for him to transfer it to the Knowledge Bank. Then he, LiPa, will be rewarded with the Perfection Crystal put to him. There were, of course, primitive two-dimensional models of this phenomenon in the Bank, but there hasn’t been a quality hologram so far.

L-57 was the only class of intelligent beings, which for the continuation of the race required the mating of two different types of individuals - A and B. The type, accustomed to the fact that all of them reproduced through a deep, secret immersion in themselves, still could not comprehend as they do on Yehe. The mere fact that another individual should be next to the reproducing individual, breaking an intimate union with itself, plunged Kyp in shock, and only to crawl into another's body with the abominable process of his ... What a primitive, stupid, soulless, animal system! Although these scholars say that once all Y's were reproduced like that, then A and B were reunited into a single individual, and reproduction became a purely spiritual act, intimate and subtle, but something was wrong here, thought Yip, looking at two-legged pink freaks. It can not be that my ancestors ...

However, it is time to stop this bagpipe. If he, Lipe, had his will, he would have cut off a couple of extra limbs with them - let him finally learn telekinesis, stupid creatures. I suppose then would quickly take up the mind and would do everything right. But the Charter strictly forbade harming rational organisms, and the central compartment was equipped with surveillance cameras. No, you have to mollify them again, again and again ...

- So, organisms, how long should I wait? I can wait a long time, for the average life of my life exceeds your average life by five hundred fifty eight and nine hundredths of a percent ...

- Tambov wolf you "organisms", - responded A-specimen. - Learned our language, Duc even speak humanly with people ...

- I do not need to learn your language and all other languages. I communicate with the world telepathically.

- wow! To go nuts ... Wait a minute: are we here — also telepaths? I don't know how ...

- Every intelligent brain emits a telepathic signal, but not everyone can recognize it.

- Yeah, it means that you are the type so cool that you read our thoughts, and we like the type of weak, right? Listen, where did you come from?

- This is irrelevant to the case. I'm waiting for organisms.

- Bliiin, well pulled up! Well, as your green head does not understand that we are not rabbits for you here, and I can’t just fuck an unfamiliar girl like that, and you’ll be so green here still to look at us ... On your planet, that everyone fucks where horrible, right on the street, huh? Are you a pervert? Voyeur, damn, galactic, huh? ..

- I'm waiting, organisms. I have already said that I can wait a long time.

- Fuck, пpäresete ... sorry, Ksyush. Burst out. Well, yes, if you hold us up to eighty with a hook, you will be so young and green ... and we will fuck you for the anniversary, shake dandruff, damn ... Do you have any brains? You krakozyabr sharp?

A-individual was excessively talkative and aggressive.

- I'm not grub. I Y-1, a representative of the Supreme Race In the Universe. I'm waiting, org ...

- If you are a representative of a higher race, - finally gave voice to the B-individual, - why do not you understand that we cannot just like that ... you must penetrate into the psychology of our race, comprehend its essence ... Do you understand? ..

Type wrinkled proboscis: the unbearable smell emitted by the B-specimen seems to have penetrated the molecular blockade. Or is he already seeing?

- Exactly, - A. supported her. - He took, caught us, completely strangers, section, put out a shove - and he also had a porno, damn it, serve it! Where did you put our clothes, eh?

- All non-biological layering on your body canceled.

- Oh! - B raised the upper limbs and touched the nasty round receptors on their heads. - Earrings. Mother's ...

- Oh, you asshole green! Well, give the lady the earrings, the thief, or I’ll fuck you, fuck it! And my mobile phone is fucked up, freak! And a wallet with two pieces re! - screamed A-individual.

Tired of a type of excuse for her that the backlash is impossible, trying with all his might to preserve the dignity of Y. The brain center, however, was at the limit.

“Ionic shower”, Lip thought lustfully. "Ionic shower with neutrino cleaner - and forget, forget Yeh, like a nightmare."

It is not known how long this senseless waste of nervous energy lasted - a type lost time, thinking only that it was being holographic, and the teacher would wrinkle her faded proboscis ... Did the instruction lie, and removing the non-biological layer from L-57 does not stimulate them reproductive instinct? But how so? The A-specimen and the proboscis stretched three times, as prescribed, and the B-specimen slit has long glittered with that very mucus ...

Stop. “Instruction,” thought LYP, “there is one more point in it. Dry up my tail ... "

It can be seen that the attack of the A-specimen, by which she met the next appearance of Type, intensified the deep memory cells. A good thing, however, is a protective biofield, and ... all the same it is necessary, it is necessary to read PCNC more carefully *. One item completely flew from his memory.

Let's try something ...

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* Rules of Contact with the Lower Classes (approx. Av)

“... He will do it,” said the B-individual, turning to the A-individual.

- Oh well ... Bluffing, - she said uncertainly. - Where is he to deal with our technology. He's as stupid as a pea pod, damn ...

- He will do it. You ... you understand.

- Understand. Will do. - A-individual scratched nape. - Well...

- What is "well and?"

- And what should we do?

- I do not know.

- Well, maybe...

B was silent. Leap shrank, trying not to breathe.

- ... Maybe ... Ksyush, because there is no other way, eh? Will you forgive me, Ksyush ... Ksyushenka? - said A-individual, slowly approaching her.

They came together closely. I looked into B’s eyes, whispered “forgive me, Ksyush,” wrapped her limbs around her - and ...

"Not! Not that! You must not eat it! You have to copulate with her! ”- Yip almost shouted, suppressing the brainwave in time. Having forced himself to fall silent, he watched as the A-individual brought his ...