BLUE PLANET

ALIGNMENTS

"Venera.." call the gentle Marxist after he can finally find Venera.

Venera sat down on a large rock at the top of a hill above a waterfall pool. The place where he almost fell first.

He looked down, saw a waterfall gushing down, into the pool below.

His shoulders shook with the sound of his sedu sedan crying.

Marxists kneel at the side of Venera.

"I'm sorry, Venera." he said softly.

Venera just kept quiet hearing it. But his shoulders no longer shook. But he kept his head down, unwilling to look towards Marxists.

Marxists speak slowly. "I can't think the same way you do, Venera. But I'm trying to understand how you feel. Obviously, I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Venera rubbed her wet cheeks.

"I can't imagine having to watch almost every Venusian I know, my good friends, not being able to feel the happiness of loving and being loved by their real partners. I want all the Venusians to feel the same way as I do" Venera said.

"And also all the martians" said the quick Marxist.

Venera. Staring at Marxists with tearful faces.

"You... also think so?" ask Venera in disbelief.

"Yes." Yeah." Marxists nodded.

Venera frowned and shifted his body slightly, so as to observe the Marxist face more closely.

"You're saying that just so I don't get angry and we don't fight anymore? You're lazy to have to argue with me, aren't you?" accuse Venera. He wiped his tears again with the back of his hand, and stared fixedly at the Marxist.

"No." Marxists shuffle.

"Or, because you saw me cry, you felt bad for me, so you chose to lie by saying that you agreed with my thoughts?" accuse Venera again.

"No" replied the Marxist, shaking his head again.

"But at the beginning of the conversation you were very excited to go to the Blue Planet, to get power and glory there," said Venera sharply.

"That's..." Marxists frown for a moment. "That was before I thought long about your words. And after I thought back on the way to find you here earlier, I finally understood. And I think you're right."

"Why didn't you think of your words before you answered me so we wouldn't have to fight?" tugut Venera's.

"Well, I thought I should answer you right away. So I said immediately what was on my mind at the time" replied the Marxist.

"I didn't tell you to answer quickly. We're not in a race" said Venera.

"Yes, but. um, our conversation was very fast and continuous. I felt like I was being forced to immediately look for answers with the right words. So I'm..." Marxists are getting stamped.

"I'm not forcing you" Venera said quickly.

"Yes, I don't mean you forced me. But the content of the conversation" explains the hard-earned Marxist.

"That's because it was unthinkable to me that you might not approve of it. I thought you'd think the same way as me Venera. Nor do I know that what Queen Ishtar has explained to you is a little different from what King Ares has explained to me. About false vibrations and other things" said Marxist.

"But I've explained it to you at length! Then after that you still disagree with my thoughts, and instead say I exaggerate simple things!" said Venera with a raise again.

"That's because I haven't thought long and thoughtfully about it. And I felt I had to respond immediately, ." said the weakened Marxist.

"Who needs it?" challenge Venera.

"Nothing..." Marxists shakes their heads.

"Well, then? If no one requires you to do that, why do you do it? You should have thought well. So we don't have to fight like this!" venera was upset.

Marxists take a deep breath and exhale loudly, realizing very well that their conversation is spinning and repeating itself.

He looked at Venera fixedly.

Venera fell silent and looked back at Marxists, expecting that Marxists would turn to scold him because he had been searching for it ever since. Venera was actually astonished by him. Why everything related to Marxism makes it so emotional. I want to keep fighting his words. Things he had never felt and done before to other Venusians.

Unexpectedly, Marxists laugh.

Venera was stunned to see it.

Marxists laughed increasingly loudly at Venera's confused face.

"Hey! What do you mean laugh like that? You're laughing at me, aren't you?" Venera folded both of her arms around her chest. I was upset to see Marxist laughter.

Marxists try to stop their laughter and talk again.

"Not so" said the Marxist with a smile still on his lips. "Looking at you like this, I remember our first encounter. You were so fierce to me then. Like an angry beast. Then you very dexterously returned all my words, then framed me with your convoluted sentences."

Venera turned a glimpse of his memory backwards. And finally laugh.

"I understand now, by what King Ares meant yesterday" said Marxist. "Venusians have three times more vocabulary than martians. And they are able to string it into a lot of variations of different sentence arrangements, so it is almost impossible that the martians can win an argument from them. He warned me yesterday to be careful about this." The Marxist closes his sentence with a serious face and a frown.

Venera raised his eyebrows slightly, astonished to hear the venusian theory that Queen Ishtar had not told him.

Then the Marxists laughed again. He got up, and stretched out his hand to Venera, pulling her to his feet.

He then grasped Venera's hands tightly and stared fixedly at her two beautiful brown eyeballs.

"And because of its advantages, Venusians are good and wise thinkers, and have greater empathy than martians. And so, as I have said. After I thought well for a while, now I agree with you. That all martians should feel the same when meeting their true partners. Like how I felt when I met you. I also can't imagine if the chaos that will happen on the Blue Planet happens to me. You're the best thing that's ever been in my life, Venera. I don't want another venusian. I just want you."

"REally...?" venera said softly while looking deeply into the black eyeballs of Marxists, and got a seriousness there. His heart was pounding, but it was not painful at all.

"true." The Marxist nodded as he rubbed Venera's face gently, erasing the trail of tears that had begun to dry on both sides of her cheeks.

"I'm glad to hear it, Marxist. I do too. I just want to be with you. Do not want to be with another martian," said Venera. His heart was warm as he said it. He smiled at Marxists.

"What good is eternal power and honor in the whole universe, if you become unhappy, Venera?" marxists continued while gently stroking Venera's golden hair. "I love Venera who always smiles happily like this, not Venera who cries sad like that."

Marxists slowly pulled Venera's body closer to him, then gently kissed the top of his head.