Popadanets in an orcoid of the millennium 41 sample according to human chronology.... An outbreak of knowledge in my head put everything in its place. The human mind could not immediately master such a volume of information, so it perceived it in parts and bit by bit, giving out portions. The captain kept incredible composure, as if watching himself from the outside and simply taking what happened for granted. The flow of information that fell on his mind was too incredible. The captain looked at his right green hand with a five-fingered brush, at the fingertips of which sharp claws grew, squeezed and unclenched his fist. He ran his palm across his face, determining to the touch that his nose had turned into two holes, covered with leathery valves from dust entering the body. Bald skull, pointed ear tips and a powerful wide jaw from which sharp crooked teeth protruded. It looked like I was the same image, he thought, straining my biceps and looking at its volumes. Impressive. He is now a green-skinned mutant and will remain so for the rest of his life. And this is not a glitch, this is reality, the captain felt it. [b]