(67) Archaeology blog.
I painted a
wall in the living room, and I constantly had to drive away a stubborn mosquito
that was hanging around the freshly painted area. When I finished painting and
washing and putting away the utensils, I returned for a little enjoyment. At
one point I noticed a slight unevenness - a mosquito! He settled on fresh
paint, tried to fly away, and during the match he managed to wrap himself in
color from head to heels. Since the colour was already partially dry, and the
mosquito tomb was not very pronounced, I left it there.
My
wife and I lived in the house until we left for eternity, after us one of our
children and a few grandchildren lived in it. Each of the inhabitants painted
the ceilings with their own color, the tomb of the mosquito was covered with
another and another layer of sculpture, until finally the house was dismantled
and served. One of our great-offspring demolished it, used what could be used,
took the rest to the garbage dump and there the mosquito ended up in his
plastic tomb.
History
rolled on, a century, a millennium, a hundred thousand years passed...
Half
a million years later, perhaps more, the inhabitants of one planet in the
galaxy were returned by a probe that was supposed to bring back samples of
material from some very distant asteroid that was once highly radioactive, and
which was thought to have passed enough time to explore.
The
probe brought only a small pile of some material, which was sent to the
appropriate institution for analysis. The material was highly radioactive, and
the analysis was entrusted to a scientist who, thanks to its insect origin, was
relatively resistant to radioactivity.
The
scientist, looking not unlike today's ladybugs, used all the tools at his
disposal, from illumination to automatic drills, chisels, hammers and
excavators. In the middle of various insignificant sand, he bulged a kind of
ball of unknown material. After being illuminated, it seemed to him that there
was some kind of structure in the ball. There is no need to stretch the
esteemed readers: the structure began to remind him of some kind of creature on
the three-dimensional screen! And the creature began to remind the scientist-beetle
of some of his co-workers. The scientist-ladybug came to the inevitable
conclusion: the ancient inhabitants of that unexplored planet were at the level
of civilization when they were already burying their dead in several
sarcophagi, and each of them was from a different hitherto unexplored matter!
