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He began to descend to the nearest hemisphere. It has monstrously increased, but has not approached. A terrible monkey emerged from its depths, but it was immediately swallowed up by lava and the monkey only had time to wave its hairy paws, surprisingly similar to human hands. Those hairy palms, clenched into fists at the last moment of life, were clearly imprinted in his head. Even when the blue Boston Terrier replaced the monkey. It revolved, as in childhood on a swing in the sun, and every second this blue dog wrapped in a blanket flew before my eyes. Unlike the monkey, she looked businesslike. She ruled here. In the wide-set eyes, one could read the stern condescension of an army commander looking at a negligent, far from the best soldier. He wanted to talk to the blue dog, close that distance, but he suddenly fell into some kind of viscous substance, and the dog and hemispheres disappeared. Everything is gone. Only a well-placed, lulling voice remained.

When did catapults appear?