Noavatar: I stand in a car on a sorting machine, and a lonely tank passes by the window with a huge inscription: CHLOR. Do not let go of bitterness
She went to the hill.
SDuck: It’s all shit. I was in the army once 5 semi-vagons with powder wagons. On each of the huge letters was the inscription "Do not drop from the hills", nor the presence of warmth with people, nor did this inscription hinder the sorting to scroll it all from the hills to other wagons.
What if they wanted to compare the mountains?
SDuck: There, by luck, the whole sorting could be aligned. But the mechanic of the maneuvering vessel was not like a specialist in terraforming.