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First and foremost, on arriving right here, I dreamed of actual luxuries:running scorching water, fresh, well-prepared nutrients, a delicate mattress. yet now it truly is as though my soul has been eroded all the way down to an irreducible center. To sleep within the open on a bower of leaves not issues me. To have my pores and skin covered in slippery dirt is just visible. yet I lengthy for safety. and that i lengthy for the sight of one other human face. occasionally I rage inwardly. yet i've got not anyone guilty for the truth that i've got develop into misplaced among worlds, among realities. And while I turn into locked within my very own head, while my internal misery turns into too obvious, it disturbs the Hams, as though i'm changing into a hazard to them. So i've got discovered to not glance inward. I watch the Hams as they shamble approximately their numerous projects, their brute our bodies wrapped up in tied-on animal skins like Christmas parcels. All I see is their strangeness, clean each day. they are going to whole a device, use it as soon as, drop it the place they stand, and circulate on. it's as though on a daily basis is the first actual day in their lives, as though they get up to a global created anew. it really is noticeable that their minds, housed in these large skulls, are robust, yet they don't seem to be like humans’. yet then they aren't human. they're Neandertal. this is often their planet. A Neandertal planet. nonetheless, i attempt to emulate them. i attempt to reside in the future at a time. it truly is comforting. My identify is Nemoto. in case you locate this diary, when you comprehend what i need to say, be mindful me. Nemoto used to be by no means content material. Even within the inner most darkish of the lengthy evening, she could bustle concerning the cave, arguing with herself, agitated, forever making her incomprehensible items. otherwise she could blunder out into the darkish, seriously wrapped in furs, maybe looking her personal peace within the frozen stillness past. Few watched her come and pass. To the more youthful people, Nemoto have been the following all their lives, a continuing, special, just a little frustrating presence. yet Mary remembered the crimson Moon, and the way its lands had run with Skinnies like Nemoto. Mary understood. Mary used to be of the grey Earth, and she or he had come domestic. yet Nemoto was once of the purple Moon—or maybe of one other position, a Blue Earth of which she occasionally spoke—and now it used to be Nemoto who have been stranded faraway from her domestic. And so Mary made house for Nemoto. She may defend Nemoto whilst the youngsters have been too boisterous along with her, or while an grownup challenged her, or while she fell unwell or injured herself. She could even supply her meat to consume. yet Nemoto’s skinny, pointed jaw can make no effect at the deep- frozen meat of the iciness shop, nor may her shining instruments. So Mary could melt the beef for her along with her personal robust jaws, chewing it as she might to feed a toddler. yet at some point Nemoto spat out her mouthful of meat at the ground of the cave. She raged and shouted in her jabbering thin tongue, expressing disgust. She pulled on her furs and accrued her instruments, and stamped out of the cave. Time didn't subject throughout the lengthy evening, nor in the course of its brilliant dual, the lengthy Day. Nemoto was once long gone, as long past as though she have been installed the floor, and he or she started to melt within the reminiscence.