Good theory, but the fact that I"m not in the water tells me against it - I don"t feel any resistance to movement or any lightness that would move me anywhere. And you need to breathe on the idea of all living things to live, and I didn"t breathe. Anyway, I did"t feel like I was breathing. Staying in one place was"t interesting, so I thought I"d see what the hell those lights were like in the distance.
*** "Sometime later ***
Moving wasn"t that hard. I got used to it for a while and even conducted a few maneuvers, during which it became clear that in no case you can try to pull the flagella in the opposite direction! It won"t do any good. It was as if I had been spilled with burning oil. It hurt like hell. I can"t imagine who I am now. I can"t even think of anything that would move like this. The question of my origins continued to worry me all the while I was moving forward, but there was still no answer. During my "journey", I discovered one interesting thing: I needed to rest. When I moved, the glow of the tentacles and, I suspect, the whole body was diminishing. It looked a little scary, so I had to stop to get back to normal in order not to go out completely. For some reason, I got the feeling that during this extinction, my memories, which I had had a great deal of difficulty with, began to fade too. By the way, I found out what those lights were burning around me.
I managed to find it by chance - I almost "extinguished" then. That time I saw a firefly moving around me. He was slowly moving somewhere in his own business. Like me, this light was moving toward the tentacles coming from its core. The first time I saw all this, I had a crazy thought: "Have I become a molecule? This idea I tried to forget as soon as possible. I don"t want to believe it. *** I"m tired of moving around aimlessly soon. The new feeling (laziness) gave rise to a new occupation. To know as much as possible what is stored in the memories. Moving where the eyes look, I asked myself questions and tried to find answers to them.
The interesting thing was that I couldn"t think of myself or others. Only indirect data gave me some food for thought. So, having received the next big layer of knowledge, I saw again that girl who appeared to me before and those incredible landscapes, but to find out where these places and what kind of person she was, I could not.
Also, it is worth noting that I learned to increase and decrease the speed of my movement by increasing the length of the tentacles. However, the faster I fly, the faster my glow is spent. One day, just before I stopped, I noticed that another spark was flying near me (I decided to call them that). At that moment, I wanted to do something new for myself, so I decided to ride it like in that big turtle cartoon. I slowed down my movement and didn"t lose sight of your new mode of transportation, so I pulled out of the way.
I was able to calculate everything correctly, and I almost crashed into the spark that was rushing into my business. I would have crashed if my tentacles hadn"t begun to penetrate the victim at the last moment, without my knowledge. The speed of movement fell quickly, and we stopped.
There was a channel between me and Iskra where something flowed towards me. Very soon I realized that the brightness of my victim was beginning to fall, but mine was increasing. *** I lost track of how much spark I dried up. I dried it out. They didn"t die when they went out. After a while, Iskra was filling up again with internal light and flying away.
I watched them on purpose. To do this, I had to learn to see from the saturation. For a long time, I went to this skill. At first, I learned to control my shell inexperimentallyto pull as many tentacles as I needed, to control the amount of energy in them, and so on.
Then there were experiments with the vision: so to speak, to learn to close eyes, to look only forward and even to change the angle of view. The result was the ability to see with a tentacle. That was the first time I could see myself. It is worth noting that all the Sparks, in one way or another, differ from each other: the color, brightness, number of tentacles, their length and speed of movement.
But everybody has common features: form, uniformity of light and unreasonableness. I was unicum in this respect: not only was I able to comprehend myself, but the color of my Sparks was uneven. I was glowing smooth blue, but in one place on the surface, there was a black growth or stain that did not respond to my actions as much as I did not touch it. I couldn"t be surprised at this pimple for a long time. Figuratively shaking my shoulders, I moved on a hunting trip.