"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 08 - The Alien (3)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

enemies, though.
They are the enemies of every human being. The enemies
of Earth itself. And they are everywhere.
They're a parasitic species. Think
tapeworms.
That's what they are, when you get right down to
it: intelligent tapeworms.
They are slugs, just a few inches long. They enter
the human body through the ear canal. Once inside,
they flatten themselves out and
wrap themselves around your brain. They squeeze into all
the folds and wrinkles of your brain and
tie into your thoughts.
They take over. They make you into what we
call a Controller. A human machine. A body
whose own, true mind is shattered and
helpless.
That's the special horror of the Yeerks. They
don't just take over your mind and eliminate you.
You continue to be aware. You continue to be conscious.
You sit there in your own head watching the Yeerk open
your memory, watching the
Yeerk fool your friends and family, watching the
Yeerk turn the people you love into the same kind
of slave you've become.
You try to move your hand, but you can't. You try
to make your mouth speak, but you can't. You don't even
control what your eyes look at. That's
what it's like.
My mother is one of them. A Controller.
For a long time, we thought she had died. I
believed she had drowned. But I learned later
that she was still alive.
A very powerful Yeerk had taken her body. I
don't even know how long she was a Controller
before she disappeared. I don't know how many times her
good-night kiss was the action of a Yeerk trying
to pass as a human.
She is Visser One now. A Visser is a
sort of Yeerk warlord or general. Visser One
launched the secret invasion of Earth.
Visser Three is now in charge.
Visser One, in my mother's head, took off after
faking her death by drowning. She's somewhere now . . .
maybe millions of miles away.
No one knows about my mom but me and my best friend,
Jake. I don't want the others to know. I
don't want their pity.
The Yeerks are here. Everywhere. Not just my mother, but
maybe yours, too. Maybe your teacher, maybe your