Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Five

The time has come to wipe out the Titans completely! Everyone who goes will write such a report, because we know very well that we may not come back.If you can't come back, this is the spiritual wealth we left to free mankind.In the report write down what we know, how the Titans acted, and what precautions had to be taken.Kelly is right that what is damaged can never be restored to its original state.Despite the success of the relief package, it is by no means certain that the slugs have been wiped out.Just last week, there were reports of a bear shot with a bulge on its back near the Yukon River.

Humans have to be forever on guard.Especially in the next twenty-five years, because there is a good chance that we will not come back, but flying saucers will come.We don't know why these titanic demons operate on a cycle of Saturn's "year" (that is, twenty-nine Earth years).Perhaps the reason is simple: many cycles of humans coincide with Earth years, and so do the Titans.We want them to be active only part of the "year" and to be dormant the rest of the time.In this way, our "revenge operation" will be a breeze.Of course, we're not pinning our hopes entirely on this.I myself went to space as an "alien applied psychologist," but I was also a soldier, and so were everyone else, from priests to cooks.We want to show the slugs that they made a huge mistake and dared to provoke the strongest, fiercest, deadliest, most indomitable and most capable creatures in the universe.This creature can only be killed, never conquered.

(I also have a personal wish, if only we could figure out a way to bring back the pixies in the hermaphrodites! At the end of the fight with the slugs, we weren't able to save the pixies in the flying saucer found near Kansas City, but That doesn't prove anything. I think we'll be able to get along with these elves. They're probably true natives of Titan, and needless to say, they have nothing to do with slugs.) Whether we succeed or not, humanity must carry forward the reputation of bravery earned through struggle.If the slugs have taught us anything, it's that there's only one way to defend freedom: fight for it, anywhere, anytime, regardless of the odds.If we can't understand this, then—"Dinosaurs, move us! We're extinct too."

Does anyone know what vicious traps and deadly dangers lurk in the boundless universe?Perhaps, compared with the natives of Sirius (let's put it that way), Slugs are simply simple, friendly, and honest.If this is just the prologue, we'd better learn from it for bigger challenges. We used to think that there was no other life in the vast universe, and that we were the masters of everything-even after we "conquered" space, we still thought so.Well, if man wants to be the master of the universe, or a respectable neighbor, he must fight for it, forge plowshares into swords, and all other ways are just a little girl's fantasy.

Everyone who is about to set off has been ridden at least once.Only those who are possessed know how cunning slugs are. They hate slugs and know how to be vigilant at all times.They told me that the journey would take twelve years and that Mary and I would finally have time for our honeymoon. Oh yes, Mary is going too.The vast majority of us are married couples, and there are as many single men as there are single women.Twelve years is not a journey, it is a way of life. When I told Mary we were going to Saturn, all she said was, "Yes, honey." We would have two or three children.As Dad said, "Humans must reproduce and develop, even if they don't know which direction to develop in."

There are many loose places in my report, and I can see that some places must be deleted or revised before the full text can be printed.I wrote everything I knew and thought.A war with a species on another planet is a psychological one, not a mechanical one, so what I think and feel is perhaps more important than what I do. I am writing this report from Space Station Beta.Here we will transfer to the "Avenger" spacecraft.I didn't have time to make revisions, so I just left it at that, and let future historians laugh at me. Saying goodbye to Dad last night at Pikes Peak Harbor we left our little girl with him.My daughter didn't understand, and the parting process made us very sad, but we could only do this.Mary and I need to take care of yet another newborn baby.

When I said goodbye, my dad corrected me: "You should say, goodbye. You will come back, and I want to live until you come back. Every year I get more self-willed and bad-tempered." I said hope so. He nodded. "You're going to make it. You're so tough, so good, you're never going to die. You're like me, and I have every confidence in you, boy." I'm going to be changing ships, and I'm so excited.Puppet masters - free humans are coming to destroy you! What awaits you will be death and destruction!