200 million years later, on the supercontinent of Amasia, archaeologists explore the messages from the 21st century messengers. To do this, they analyze fossilized hard drives. They try to figure out what happened to humanity when people began to hi...
Baru was right: Earth in the porthole dispelled my apathy. In all my one thousand and twenty-four years of life, I had never visited the cradle of humanity. The excited chatter of fellow travelers who rushed to the porthole infected me, and here I am, pushing through the crowd, gazing at the giant continent, dusted with clouds and fringed by the ocean.
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- I can't believe my eyes: Amasia! - exclaimed a tall girl with red curls, hugging a guy with needles of white hair.
- Don't be impressed! - he grumbled. - This is not the Earth that was in the beginning. When the first representatives of Homo Sapiens appeared, there were six continents here. Six!
- Don't be picky, or I'll bite you! This is our Earth! Yes, it has changed over two hundred million years, but Earth - the same one!
I ran my finger over the glass of the porthole. The girl is right. And Baru guessed. Earth - the same one, and it took away my gloom.
I was born far from Earth, worked and studied on countless planets, changed many professions, saw many wonders of space, took various biological forms, but lately everything seemed endless variations of one and the same.
- Everyone at the age of about a thousand years goes through this crisis, - Baru instructed, shaking off his eyes with a jerk of his head annoying black strands. - You need to touch the roots. Visit Earth and do archaeology on the edge of Amasia! Only then will you discover something new. Many oddities are hidden by the galaxies, but the call of ancestors - something else!
That night we stood on the pier:
- If it were only a matter of age, - I doubted, looking at the pink waves of Leonora illuminated by the beams of spotlights. - I hardly remember anything that happened five hundred years ago ... So many centuries have passed that everything should become new for me again. - I felt that notes of hope were breaking through in my voice: Baru knew how to persuade.
- Not time, but meaning, - he insisted. - Meanings are not erased, they accumulate! You need a fundamentally new meaning. Earth, Amasia, ocean, archaeology, and one day you will want to continue exploring the Universe, which is still full of mysteries ...
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