Александр Александрович Чечитов
Measurement № 24
"There are no names here," she warned my embarrassment, "and soon you will leave most of the emotions inherent in Earthlings in the past.
Did you miss me? I asked a little timidly.
– No.
"Does that mean you didn't love me?"
Instead of answering, she jumped up on her thin, fragile legs, and our yellow bodies rushed forward at an incredibly high speed. Moving did not bring external sensations of cold or warmth, but inside I was overwhelmed with an incomparable feeling of pleasure. Powerful streams of energy vibrated and simultaneously excited my insides. In the next instant, a sharp blow stopped the flow of my bliss, and I rolled in a ball, colliding with an invisible obstacle. Our yellowish bodies ended up at a scattering of low huts standing under the wide canopy of the jungle. Bright, silvery rays of light streamed between the dense, green foliage of the trees, exposing every corner of the neighborhood.
We're here! – my wife said enthusiastically.
"Where exactly?"
In general, it doesn't matter where; it's more important who.
Her voice was playful and velvety, sounding a little thinner than usual.
Should we keep an eye on the people living here? I asked eagerly.
– No. You and I will soon become them.
– Against their will! If my essence is an alien creature, I don't want to take a place inside an innocent person! My inner voice protested. The beloved laughed, bouncing a little and having fun.
