Александр Александрович Чечитов
Asso
What do you think, Ridge? What could it be? Matt asked, pointing to the walls.
– I think the holes were made at the construction stage; they are very symmetrically executed. I would even say it looks like decor. Something resembling the likeness of a drawing but, of course, this is just a guess.
"Then we'll try to find out more," Matt said briskly. After a brief inspection,
Ridge found an empty tank for supplying hydraulic fluid to the working units.
Very strange, – said Ridgey, thoughtfully. All the adjacent equipment is completely serviceable and sealed.
Can we fix it? Matt said it impatiently.
Definitely, you just need to bring a few cans of hydraulics. Then let's not waste time. Let's go! Matt Heavy commanded. Ridge wanted to understand how the car he was servicing had failed for no apparent reason, and he thought about it all the way back. When they reached the landing site, the people stopped their all-terrain vehicles. Paula, Matt, and Ridge stared in horror at the melted Martian soil. This was almost all that reminded them of the ship they had left a few hours ago. The red-hot pieces of the spaceship's shattered skin turned into a shapeless mass. The first interplanetary ship turned into the first and only landfill on Mars. A little further away, where there were traces of metal feet, Ridge read the inscription.
"I fell in love with you because you created me. But I also managed to hate the desire to destroy. I managed to blow up the ship, and the blame for that is only on you."
