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The Phallo's war Page 6

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The Rastalikpas had never been so numerous, happy and wise. Yet unknown forces were at work, blind, slow, but inexorable.

 

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Jamalika's climate was cooling! In only 150 years, it went from abundance to scarcity.
Strange and disgusting objects started to strand on the eastern beach...
It got to the point where the villages near the beach had to be abandoned... But Bobmarlik saw that some of the objects had writing on them!
The writings remind Bobmarlik memories of his early childhood with the Mother...
Bobmarlik is crying because the Rastalikpas could not do civilikzation, it was the Phallos who got everything in their place! But the Rastalikpas cannnt fathom measure the cause of his grief...
This brings us to the testimony of Rastalikpato himself. His curiosity immediately brought him to the attention of Bobmarlik, who befriended him.
Bob's description of the Mother is bizarre, and even disturbing...
The garbage on the beach contains some iron, which finally allows the Rastalikpas to forge a few tools!
Questioning Rastalikpato, Bobmarlik realizes that the story of Roke has been removed from the University curriculum!
Angry, Bob goes to inspect the University!
Bob, furious, explains that these incomprehensible memories are not to be judged: they are the heritage of the future generations. Then he falls, victim of one of his attacks of breathlessness
Bobmarlik recovers, explaining how the Phallos appeared. His regrets about the missing science motivate the members of the University.

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