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TOuratora to work with the beyond worlds

member of the Supreme Chamber Lang

Ego wisdom

Alamu Lannioningu

REPORT

agent number 13-66 "Zanudy"

Your wisdom!

I report that the myths that have come down to us from time immemorial are not unfounded. The world order of the planet, where I was directed by your all-wise will, is truly distinguished by an extreme originality.

People on this planet (in one of the local dialects, her name is “Earth”, and I, with your permission, will call her that) - people on Earth are biologically identical to the Langians.

However, besides man, another type of rational organisms lives on Earth. In general, it coincides with a person; the few differences, however, are significant and concern the internal organs, the genocode, the appearance, and the social functions.

This type is called "woman". (Anatomical and genetic schemes are added to the report. See Appendices 1-665.)

To understand the nature of this excess, at first glance, the phenomenon is not easy. After all, the universe avoids multiplication of entities and, according to the law of the great McCo, where one is enough, there is no need for two.

Nevertheless, the "woman" organically fits into the earthly world order. Its essence is easiest to understand through its function in procreation. Surprisingly, not one organism but two takes part in the reproduction of earthlings.

To wipe out the Life-Giving Seed, earthlings do not sink into a sacred trance: their organisms are capable of doing it in the normal state. Moreover, there are no Incubators on Earth, where new organisms grow from the Seed connected to the Primordial Cell. The Primordial Cell itself among earthlings is not a man-made, but an elemental product. Earthlings do not work on its genocode; they do not generate the best features of the future organism, like our scientists; they put this crucial task in the hands of a blind case.

No matter how hard it is to believe, but the future organism grows not in the Incubator, but in the body of the above-mentioned being - “women”. Its main function consists precisely in the fact that at first it is to carry the Primordial Cell, and then the future organism, which is subsequently selected from the body of the “woman” into the world, causing terrible pain to both her and herself. In other words, the “woman” is both a spontaneous generator of the Primordial Cell and a living Incubator.

Surprisingly, a new organism can be just like an ordinary person, or a “woman”, and earthlings cannot influence this fact in any way.

The Langian breeding system as a whole seems much more intelligent and more economical than the earth. It seems that the act of budding new life loses its sacred meaning on Earth, turning into a physiological departure. It is not for nothing that a Langian who was introduced into a sacred trance does not remember anything about what was happening to him: this experience is too huge for the human psyche to accept.

This situation seems at first glance. However, to an observer who has spent, like me, on Earth several years, she can reveal herself in other aspects.

It would seem that the function of "woman" - the bearing of the Primordial Cell, and then the future organism (this function is called here "mother" or "motherhood") should determine the role of this being in earthly society. In fact, this is not entirely true. “Woman” on Earth is not so much a “mother” as a symbol of beauty, not made by hands.

I know that it is difficult for a Langian to be educated in mind games to understand how to find beauty in an active protoplasm, even if endowed with reason. I dare to say: who does not see, he will not understand. Only after seeing the "woman", I realized that I had never seen real beauty before.

The "woman" is beautiful. You may wish to ask, “What is beautiful? how does her beauty reveal itself? ”- but I cannot answer these questions. On Earth, there are criteria for evaluating feminine beauty, but it is not reduced to them. Even an ugly “woman” by earthly standards is beautiful - not among others, but by itself. Any beauty lends itself to hierarchy, but the beauty of the "woman" is free from her. It is worth peering into the one that seemed not so beautiful as the others, it is worth talking to her, peering into her eyes, feeling the plasticity of her movements - and she already seems to be the most beautiful object in the Universe.

Perhaps you will say that this looks like a suggestion, and you will be right. But I, as a doctor, guarantee that “women” do not use hypnosis or something similar - at least, within the limits that are available to the Langian science.

At the beginning of my mission, I quickly and effectively infiltrated the community of earthly medics. With the help of the mnemograph, I fully mastered the local wisdom and by the end of the first year I worked in one of the hospitals of the frontal zone.

(By the way, the inhabitants of the Earth are constantly fighting with each other. At first, I thought that their aggression found a way out in wars, but then I realized that it was a necessary necessity for earthmen. None of them wants to fight. The only reason for earthly wars is local ambitions rulers: each of them wants to be more powerful than the others. One can only guess what makes the earthmen to obey them and voluntarily go to slaughter. I could not solve this riddle.)

My Langian knowledge quickly put me among the leading experts. I managed to save more than one life.

Once a young “woman” (they are called “girls”) got into my hands, wounded and burned to such an extent that no one wanted to take on her. She was presented to me only because I had fame about me, as if I could work wonders.

In truth, I myself was not sure that I could save her, even though I did my best. On the seventh day, however, the situation changed for the better: a young organism (17 years old, which is approximately equal to the Langinian 25: the line of childhood and youth) —the young organism turned out to be stronger than the five fragments that I extracted from it, and the fire that destroyed a third of the skin cover.

Iris (that was her name) lost the whole family in the war, and I took her to me. In the turmoil that accompanied the near-war life, this did not cause any legal problems. Iris demanded continuous care: with means known to me, I was going to not only completely heal the “girl” from injuries, but also, if possible, to rid her skin of scars. Earthly customs are such that skin defects can erase the "woman" from society and completely destroy her life.

Of course, Iris was suppressed: not only did the war make her an orphan - she also took away her beauty. The only thing that supported the “girl” is an incredulous faith (as I would call her) in me and my “miracles”.

My treatment was simple: I covered the body of Iris "Lanene" - a regenerating compound that I made myself from earthly materials. "Lanene" paints the skin in a bluish-black color, similar to the cosmos in the porthole. The skin remains black for about a week, and then refreshes, returning its normal color. You may have seen such black people in Lang hospitals.

For effective treatment, it is necessary to limit skin contact with solid substances as much as possible. Therefore, Iris had to live all 4 months of her treatment without wearing any clothes. Unfortunately, there are no anti-gravity baths on Earth, and Iris was forced to sleep in a regular bed, which caused the treatment to be prolonged and I had to cover it with “lanene” many times so that my skin could fully recover.It was summer, and the lack of clothes didn’t cause Iris, as I thought, no discomfort.

My social skills, which enabled your poly-wisdom to entrust me with an earthly mission, helped me to get used to any unfamiliar environment, catching its customs as if I had grown up in it. The mission confirmed this: among the earthlings, I had the reputation of “eccentric” and “grimish”, which in the local dialect means “special”, “not like everyone else”.

I will not hide it - with all my modesty I was proud of such an assessment, flattering to any Langian. ...