🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Without bothering to read the note, Sarabas stepped on it with an unremarkable boot and rubbed it thoroughly against the floor with the sole. “Lidar, I understand that living with dementia is not easy, but isn’t it time to use those brain cells that are still left in this old body? First of all, who was that highly intelligent smart aleck who showed the naive fool the way to the cult, and at the same time, from his lofty position, did not provide detailed information? Could it be him?” – He points a finger at one of the skulls. “Or him?” – And at another. “Secondly, who is the most important person in our clan, the one who is responsible for the general safety and well-being, as well as for preserving and increasing knowledge? Is it Sarabas Nevereverland? No!” – This time he pokes his interlocutor with his finger. “It's you, old senile man. And the fact that a person can be robbed and almost killed in broad daylight is due to your incompetence and carelessness. As long as the status quo is maintained, nothing else matters, right? You only woke up when the dirt surfaced. And thirdly, even now, you assign me – the victim of the incident – this task because of some petty, stupid reason, perfectly understanding that I am not the most suitable person to carry it out, just to ‘punish’ me – for what, by the way, is unclear – and once again demonstrate your authority, which, judging by practice, is clearly not deserved through charisma or effective leadership. And as long as these games continue, someone else among our brethren may also suffer. You need to immediately give up your position to someone more adequate; otherwise, our entire clan will inevitably collapse into the abyss of ignorance and stupidity.”