"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 17 - The Underground" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

creatures. Otherwise they're just these gray slugs who slosh around
helplessly in a Yeerk pool.

But unlike a tapeworm or something, Yeerks don't live in your
intestines. They don't infest your stomach. It's your brain they infest.

They enter through your ear. They can squeeze and flatten themselves out
to fit into very small spaces. They enter your ear and then your brain.
They squeeze and ooze down into all the little gullies and ridges and
folds of your brain. And then they interface with your brain. They
control you. Totally, absolutely.

They can open your memories anytime they want. You have no privacy.
None. No secrets. None. No escape. None. They are inside your dreams and
thoughts and whims and wishes and desires.

Your brain becomes theirs. They own it. They lift your arms and bend
your waist. They aim your eyes and focus on what they want to see. They
eat for you. They go to the bathroom for you.

3 And because they have total access to your every single thought, they
can pass for you. Flawlessly. They can be you, while always remaining
themselves. Your friends will never know. Your mother and father will
never know. You will be alone, trapped, helpless, paralyzed in your own
body. Unable to make the simplest decision for yourself. Unable to stop
yourself when you betray the ones you love. Unable to warn those whom
the Yeerks target next.

A Controller. That's what we call a person who has been taken over by a
Yeerk. A human-Controller. Although other species around the galaxy have
already fallen to the Yeerks.

The Hork-Bajir are enslaved. The Gedds. The Taxxons, although those
vile, evil worms did it voluntarily. And we've learned the Yeerks are
moving against a race called the Leerans.

And they are moving against Earth, where people live their normal lives
never knowing. I guess it's like having cancer or something. You never
know the tumor is growing inside you till it's too late.

So now you know why I'm cautious. Why we hide our true identities.

And who are we? We are Animorphs. Five kids given the power to morph
into any animal we can touch. Five kids who just had the bad luck to be
there when the Andalite prince Elfangor landed

4 his damaged ship. Five of us and Elfangor's little brother, the
Andalite Aximili-Esgarrouth-lsthill.

We call him Ax.