"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 17 - The Underground (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A) I live among these humans now. With the
group of young humans who were given the morphing power by Elfangor. They call themselves Animorphs. They resist the Yeerk invasion of Earth. All alone, as far as we know. I live with humans. I respect them. But my hearts are still Andalite. No matter what anyone ever says about me and about what happened on Leera, I am true to my own people. And yet there are times when I wonder: Who are my own people? My race, my species? My family? My friends? My allies? My human friends insist on reducing my name to "Ax." You see, humans communicate by making mouth-sounds. (most Andalites understand the concept of a "mouth," I believe.) And although my full name is easily pronounced in Andalite thought-speak, it is somewhat long and complex for primitive human mouth-sounds. I am alone on this planet. The only one of my species. The only Andalite among all the humans. So I have used the morphing technology to create a human morph. And sometimes, for two hours at a time, I become human and pass among humans as one of them. say so myself. I have learned the customs and habits perfectly so that I seem entirely normal. That's how I am able to pass even in the most human of places. For example, the mall. Which is a place full of shops, most of which sell artificial skin and artificial hooves. Technically known as "clothing" and "shoes." The mall also houses the most wonderful eating places. You see, in addition to making sounds with their mouths, humans use them to eat. They place foods into the mouth opening and grind the foods with teeth while adding saliva. This involves a sense called "taste." Taste is very, very powerful. Oh, yes. I was wearing artificial skin and artificial hooves like a human. I approached the counter of my very favorite eating place. "Hello," I said, making mouth-sounds with my human mouth. "I will work for money. Muh-nee. Mnee." I should explain: Money is a sort of abstract human concept. You give amounts of |
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