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Sitting comfortably in the module chair and burning with curiosity, Elena asked question after question. Sometimes she received an answer, but most of the UFO's questions simply did not respond, making it clear that a conversation on this topic would not work.

– How is the module arranged?

– Specifically, what interests you? – Eet answered the question with a question.

– Well, how does it move, why are there no inertial sensations?

– Well, it's as easy as shelling pears. The existence of matter in the universe is determined

three factors, according to your concepts, are space, time and mass. So now, by changing space, you can influence time and mass. Naturally mass is constant, but time and space changes. – Eet paused and stared at Elena with curiosity. The woman fidgeted in her chair, depicting extreme interest on her face, asked: – And how, how do you influence time and space?

– Using the control unit. – Eet pressed a button on the remote control and a square niche formed in the floor, which opened a black and flat box, similar to a briefcase- briefcase.

– This block. It redistributes the space energy between the engines, further is the refraction of space in time. In fact, the module is not moves. Space moves in time. Flows like a river around the island and attracts the desired point in space to the coast, i.e. to the module. Space

moves in time at a certain speed. After falling into this current module, by means of energy costs and the illusion of movement arises. This the speed is huge, not commensurate with the usual ideas person.

– I cannot but ask you to give me an energy block to Earth.

– This is dangerous.

– For whom?

– For you, of course. Humanity cannot defend itself against everything that is destructive

live energy.

– That's all? You can also attach instructions, say for operation, or apply a protective layer, etc.

– Oh, this is a whole revolution in science. And a revolution cannot happen without changes in thinking.

“Can’t you help us?”

– Except for yourself, no one can change thinking. We only help you’re in visual excursions, demonstrations of the capabilities of the Coalition.

“We should thank you for that at least.” Eet and Eola were modestly silent. At this time, the red light on the control panel flashed feverishly.

– Please Elena, – the robot suddenly came to life.

“Oh, I already managed to forget about you,” the astronaut said tartly. MB- 20 made an offended grimace. – Well, well, excuse me.

“Oh, I'm not angry anymore,” he answered jokingly and invited me to the exit with a broad gesture. Elena cast a curious glance at the UFOs. They looked at her directly, without expressing any feelings. The robot ran down the steps first. Elena, stepping carefully, followed. Again her head was covered with a transparent helmet. A dilapidated skyscraper appeared in front of her. Darkness reigned everywhere. Piles of stones chaotically piled up between fearsome human skeletons, bones and ash. Elena looked around in fright. MB- 20, invited her further, standing on a pile of twisted reinforced concrete slabs. But the woman, backing away, climbed back into the module. In the module chair, sighing loudly, she looked inquiringly at the pilots. Eet was the first to break the silence:

– This is the future of the Earth. If you don't change your mind, self- destruction awaits you.

– But what should be done?

– I'm afraid to repeat a multiple truth, but the Bible is very clear and intelligibly, where every word appeals to kindness, peace and philanthropy.

– Yes, yes…, – the astronaut agreed. She lowered her eyes ashamed, she felt embarrassed, but natural curiosity won: – Tell me, if humanity lived according to biblical precepts, then …

“You would be like Noah,” Eola replied.

– This happy planet Noah?

– Yes, this is your future and it is real, if you change your mind, – Eet glanced at the incoming MB- 20.

– Desert, solid desert. Nothing, no plants, no microorganisms. One

poisonous atmosphere, yes radiation.

– But maybe, at least, somewhere, at least, something survived? the woman asked hopefully in her voice. Eet was already pressing the keys. Soon the red light began to flash again. Elena prepared to leave, but Eet stopped her with a gesture and pointed to the transparent shell of the module. Newly chilling pictures floated before my eyes. Everywhere destruction, everywhere brown, gray tones of a dead planet. Below there were charred forest trunks, dried waterless riverbeds, empty eye sockets of lakes. In the distance, a strip of sea suddenly sparkled from the thick gray cloud. The module quickly approached the shore. Elena, without asking anyone, jumped out onto the sand. The water, with a thick film of some kind of coating, shimmering in the gray glare of the day with all the colors of the rainbow, was translucent. And the waves rolled with a menacing hiss, again and again splashing anger on the deserted beach. The astronaut hurried to the module. She didn't want to talk. The gaze wandered behind the transparent shell of the apparatus, bumping into destruction and deserted spaces. Suddenly, the module soared into Space, and stopped at a pile of silvery stones in the middle of a huge field, which consisted entirely of these stones.

– It's stuff. Rather, the planet is ore- bearing, or closer to earthly concepts, a space warehouse for raw materials from which the Coalition makes modules. This planet is the size is equal to the Earth and everything consists of pieces of ore, – Elena looked at the lifeless desert of stones, and her thoughts were far away on that Earth, where death destroyed everything. Is the Cosmic Mind really so cruel, which calmly contemplates the death of an entire planet without interfering? She somehow strangely looked at the UFOs sitting with their backs to her, then into the niche, at the motionless idol of the robot MB- 20. The robot suddenly came to life and smiled at her affably. The pilots' quick speech put her out of her thoughts. Eet and Eola were talking about something, alternately glancing in her direction …