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Nicolai Levashov. The Mirror of My Soul. Vol. 1. Born in the USSR

such a situation. The reaction to my actions, or rather the result of these, was very

strange. Their chief turned to me with very strange words. He said that now they are my
slaves (evidently, my actions had for them some more meaning, except the action itself).
Most likely, my actions showed them that I have inaccessible capabilities, and then,
having discovered their impotence against them, they recognized themselves as my
prisoners. Apparently, such were their ideas about such situations.
For me, all this was completely new and unusual. And, although they recognized
my advantage, their chief was not excessively polite. He said that, although I prevailed
over them, this does not mean that this is all over. He told me that he knows from what
I planets, that they have been on it more than once, and that to me, oh, how not to be
sorry for what I have done. I will not say that his words did not excite me, besides, I did
not know what could be behind them. And first of all I thought about whether I did not
bring any trouble to our "old lady" inadvertently? But there was nowhere to retreat, and
besides I was sure that I was right in this situation, and the truth is on my side.
Nevertheless, my chief prisoner asked me what I was going to do with them now. I
did not need slaves or captives. And I told them that I let them go home with one
condition. They must pass on their main thing to stop their aggression against this planet

and its civilization, that the technological advantage does not give them the right to such
actions. Seeing what impression they made on my actions, or rather the results of my
actions, I assumed that for their technocratic civilization this is inaccessible, and most
likely they do not know what else can follow from my side. Therefore, I decided to take
advantage of this moment and slightly parrot their consequences if they do not listen to
my advice.
At that time, I myself had no idea what I could or could not do. But the funniest
thing was that my so-called bluff turned out to be real truth. So I want to say in a similar
situation. Well, I was joking! Letting go of them with such farewell words, I stared at
what was left of the grief-warrior. And from him remained only his spacesuit or overalls,
or what they use for their flights. I somehow did not bother to find out from them how
they called their clothes for traveling in space. So, I stand and look at what's left, and

suddenly I was visited by a "crazy" thought. If I could disassemble it into "bricks", and
what will happen if you try to collect these "bricks" back. Trying is not torture. Worse
from this will not happen. I tried it - and I did it. I was dumbfounded from what had
happened no less than the newly risen one, who was stupefied staring around, completely
not understanding what had happened, where all the rest and the ship, and what he was
doing here alone ?!
Unexpected success inspired me, and I decided to "dare" further. I planned to return
it to his spaceship, which had already departed and was moving somewhere in space. To
begin with, I found a spaceship and tried to penetrate it, which I did not immediately
succeed. Then I decided to materialize myself and my resurrected inside the spaceship,
and ... I did it. Suddenly he saw me on his space ship, the chief asked me with some
annoyance about what I need from them this time? To which I responded by explaining
my actions. I said that the dematerialization of a member of his team was a forced action,
and that I considered it necessary to restore it and return it to them. I'm not pursuing the
goal of destroying anyone or anything like that. I could not just let them continue to do
what they did on that planet. I want to remind them once again that their civilization

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