"Alan Dean Foster - Humanx 1 - Midworld" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)

Oh, there were the furcots, of course, but they had
not even a name that could be called a name until
the people came.

They arrived, these people did, on the way to
some place else. To the commander and officers of
the colony ship, who studied and cursed and ranted
at their controls and coordinates, it was a clear case
of a malign accident. This was not the planet to which
their automatic pilot should have brought them. Now
they were in orbit, with no fuel to go anywhere else,
without proper equipment to settle on this world, with-
out time or way to call for help. They would have
to make do with this calamitous landfall.



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The colonists voted a Soviet ballot and set about
the matter of bringing civilization to this world. They
were tired and desperate and overconfident, but un-
prepared.

They put down in that green hell. It filtered out
the preponderance of human chaff from the seed
grain right quick and neat, and ate them alive. And
it changed those it did not.

Mankind in those early days was used to controlling
the universe, by force if necessary. Those who held to
such practice did not beget a second generation on
the world with no name. A few, less constrained by
pride and more resilient, survived and had children.
Their offspring grew up with no illusions about the
supremacy of humankind or anykind. They matured
and observed the world around them through different
eyes.

Roll the log.

Give and take.

Bend with the wind.

Adapt, adapt, adapt.. .1

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