Vladimir Vasilyev

ISBN: 9781718006751







The author's preface (begins the narrative adˈvenCHər) with a good aftertaste.

I wrote the first book. The plot: The boys come up with a movie and put it into practice. Hollywood is the opposite. Subject: we have no hope for us. After the universal search, it turns out that we have no one to hope for. Choice: this makes them choose between the cake with friends and mumiyo [1] alone. Choose how to spend your life, if it finally comes that you live once.

[1] Mumiyo (“mumio”, Shilajit) – (a substance of alternative medicine) excrement of bats and rodents with a disgusting smell

Again, after reading the story and the topic itself, I am impressed and begin to read the book. In it, I deliberately thought out (not about love). Composed of words written by me personally. The periods and commas had to be stolen from the Internet since they were very necessary. The result was a book unlike the truth, that is, horror without the end. The climatic catastrophe crept up unnoticed. Just for millions of years and not the first time. The effect of surprise is achieved by the example of the planet Venus, where everything that had happened is exactly what awaits us. Naturally ended the period of a life-friendly climate on Earth. No one has promised to maintain the conditions of temperature and pressure comfortably forever. I tried not to be tedious with this, do not pour out my regrets on the pages. While there is life there is hope. The heroes of the book are determined to live like the last time. As anyone else, I have affairs more important than these nonsenses. The main question I'm looking for the answer in this book: if I'm rich, but constantly in search of means to live, then where should I go to the smart or beautiful. I have already spent several million dollars on myself (I write such categories to touch the whole of humanity). I know, I'm still a subtle psychologist. Enough about the author, now about you. Anyway, each of you treats yourself to some group of the above. Honestly, you are very mistaken about yourself. This what will be told about.

I wrote the book solely just to read the following. Our measurement dialectically originated from the primary dimension. Is that where it all began? Who knows!? Our world emerged in turn from the dimension of space-time. And it continues to arise through the materialization of matter in several places of the known universe. As quickly as it can. The substance we see is concentrated in the allocated streams of matter. Anyone who stars with a full distribution and put together two words uniform distribution before the word universe: goes away to the backyard. Talk about the quantum microworld where it is. After all, it works to reproduce the conditions of the existence of time and space that we know through our feelings. The feature of our dimension is mass and gravity. Which manifested themselves in the field of existence, which provided the conditions for the existence of particles and the process of their connection. Where there has been a connection of particles, our gravitational dimension has appeared. The interaction of electrons and protons gives an additional unit by the formula 1 + 1 = 3. Personally, I write for praise. "Vasilyev in his science fiction sparked the imagination of future researchers and creative people." I treat atheism and religions with the utmost respect. Unfortunately, the two encounters with the supernatural presented to me as God unequivocally separate me from atheists. On a typical day, God came up to me and pushed me in a brotherly way. But the believers definitely doubt. And it's also insulting, like the fact that infinity has a limit. Quick reminder: "everything has a limit." Just in case, I explain: I stayed on my feet. Consequently, he wanted me to stand firm on my own.

I was fortunate enough to occasionally see great people, though dead. I was visiting a dreamer; his whole life is full of humanity. A loving wife gave him the green table lamp. Its weak light lit only the page of the book on the table in a small little room, where he dreamed of a happy future for all of us. The spark of his faith lit up my hope. He believed that predators would be prohibited from appropriating the labor of ignorant slaves, in spite of their voluntary written employment contract to be unhappy. The green lamp of hope in the libraries became a light, symbolizing self-education. For me, it will remain a symbol of the idea of subordinating the economy to the principles of achieving the reasonable goals of mankind. In such an economy, arms sellers who instill a love for tanks through patriotism will not be ordered to start a war.


More often I had to see live petty presidents of the countries, stupidly putting in a row on black (how many of them!). Remember I shouted to you: "Stop putting on black if it's red!" I did not have a secretary like them to protect the scoundrel and resent me: "What are you saying? He is a decent person." I'm just smarter and more modest than most. Definitely, I am a decent person (this difference I realized when I made the choice not to be a bastard [1]). So, everyone can change. Change! This and the desire to have fun with real science fiction have inspired me to write the book. By the way, about it: absolutely scientific, so with the second bottom, that is, with the author's notes what, why, and what for.


Theory and practice


Theory (affected, but not disclosed :):


[2]I keep the money in my hand.

An attractive girl is waiting for me.

Go ahead.

Now she wishes an apple.

Beauty in fruits is a juicy sweetness on her lips.

To completely fuse the desire, do not be wise, just pay dollars.

Do not disappoint the free market. Blonde!



The system of money generates everything else in the capitalist way of life. That's why you can take care of the continuity of the power of those who have money, but you cannot. Once a person joins the system of accumulation of money, he immediately reproduces all the mechanisms inherent in capitalism. You want to impose restrictions, exclude exploitation, abolish personal self-distribution of profit, and finally educate a person from an anthropoid being. But it would be better to cancel the money.

[1] The bastard is a bad person, neglecting the needs of people directly communicating with him. Hypocrisy is his main way of life. He is arrogant, refuses to show humanity, sympathy for those around him. He is indifferent to public concerns.

[2] During the experiment, the monkeys were given a lesson in exchanging money for apples. After the distribution of the coins, the male took his coin to the female and received in exchange a pairing. After that, the female bought herself an apple.



Alexander is a tight red-cheeked young man. He dipped the bare end of the wire into the jelly. Tensely pulling his eyebrows to the very top of his forehead he inserts the contact into the joint. With his large fingers, he pushed the counter holding the coil and still stuck the end of the wire in the right hole. To him came the feeling of pride for the fine work done, and he loudly proclaimed: "Sticking in. Do not solder not even once, only stick in!" Someone does the same with less effort. That is why everyone has the right to evaluate their achievements, and he will certainly praise himself. Alex prepared a presentation of his essay in the room for practical classes. " You are massive for such a delicate work"- noticed Draischch[2], one of the wandering students around the class, unsuccessfully trying to force themselves to study. This idler routinely sprayed the uncomplicatedness of his existence on the turned-up workaholic: "It's almost Friday, and you have sweat on your forehead." Some like to isolate Friday’s evening, as the time of the week's division into the working part and time for relaxation. This new cult suggests the continuation of the logical series to other time intervals, such as a year, life. As always, at any meeting and in response to the interlocutor Alexander stretched his lips in a smile. Becoming from this seemingly more kind than usual. "According to your Friday logic, it’s almost summer outside," he said rhetorically, with pleasure thinking about the spring days that have come and his forthcoming birthday. Often this multitasking big man when greeting someone while continuing to poke around in his wires, was thinking about his own. The teacher of the technical college promised him to place the highest mark for the exam, a test on the elective and to free him from the hours of summer practice. If you can show, what Alex wrote in the essay: "You can see the gravitational waves on the computer screen in color with the help of a specially written program for this." It took a microwave and several coils with the Alex invented windings. Microwaves from the magnetron have become part of the modeling signal. Alex's reels pulled a field in which the interaction with the sensors merged into the overall picture of the moving movement of a uniform shape. Actually, the images were set by the program of the transforming video of girls dancing into mosaic color spots. The sound-and-light show in the 7d image was obtained.

"Probably too fun for science" Alexander began to worry that the teacher will not react seriously to what he will see. The plasma in the bulb irradiated the touch screen, which resonated with the LEDs of the monitor, reversing the power of the flicker in the bulb. Microwaves, according to the inventor of the gravity sound-and-light show, passing through the plasma created gravitational waves. As if gravitational waves can be created.

At home, during the test, some hacker connected and wrote "I like this . How is it called ?". The inventor without thinking twice replied a "gravitule". In a second, first time in his life, he has received an appraising judgment of the interlocutor. "This is somehow connected with gravity! Modulation of gravitational waves does not even associatively explain gravity." - the remote interlocutor expressed his opinion. "It's impossible to imagine a worse evaluation," thought Alexander: "Anyway, no one knows anything about gravity." " How do you call yourself, in short?" Alex asked sarcastically. Instantly a message appeared: "Relay universal station, RUS." "Cool," Alexander said out loud, thinking that the technician was joking. He thought about how in years he will be able to turn off the gravity and everyone will turn upside down. Alex proclaimed loudly: "I'll put all of you on your ears!" There will be a levitation for you, not gravity. "The interlocutor in the chat typed the word "Cool" because he heard everything.

Space objects move in intricate spirals, placing themselves "on the ears." Once out of the Outer Arm, the relay station moved in a space not belonging to the galaxy. The planned trajectory conditionally passes along the outside of the plane of the disk of the Milky Way. This empty intergalactic space was presented to a single traveler through the capture of gravitational waves through the entire length. Inaccessible to human perception is provided by brain structures made of organic materials compressed to metals. The catchers of the speculative picture consist of metal proteins. A human has similar organic compounds in quantities that do not matter even for telepathy. RUS perceived the emerging gravitational lines in the form of pearly features that crawled out like a vine through a snow-gray translucent cloud. Few gravitational twigs extend beyond the boundaries of the galaxy. They climb beyond the galaxy through the holes of the cosmos and disappear, thinning in their depths. Focusing on the fragments, RUS saw dry metallic motes. The constellations were entangled in lumps, stuffed with pearlescent metal crumbs of gravitational radiation, penetrated by yellow-pink threads of gravitational links. Trillions of such lumps are visible as traffic lights throughout the universe. The aggregate of gravitational intergalactic links looks like a stem growing from a crack in the road surface. At the upper end of which is a small snowflake is our galaxy. Due to the movement that began in the field of the first-dimension tunnel the material takes over the properties of our dimension. A new matter is growing under the conditions of gravitational dimension. The stream of particles materializes, transforming into a known matter and grows from within with a bizarre skeleton. Narrow scratches of the blackness of the first dimension along the giant stem remind us of a space where gravity and mass are absent. Our sprout is one of ten growing in the gravitational dimension. We see it differently because of the blurred restraint of knowledge in the darkness of the unknown.

The possibility of a stable flight along the conditional straight line compensated for the loss of several thousand years for maneuvers due to the numerous collision risks. The movements between the cross-dimensional travel platforms look like flashing colored strings inside the gravitational lines for the entire length of the transfer. Moving in such travels are visible through a change in the brightness of these strings. It is a time fluctuation, where the hours of transfer became past and immersed in the moments of the present. Hundreds of bright strings of different length flicker in the cores of thousands of lines throughout the galaxy. A perfectly good semitransparent galaxy is weakened in places, to cleavages, through which the black emptiness of the first dimension is visible. The sun, dragging its own planets, is running from its native galaxy to its place in the general material of matter in the space of the universe. The relay station, violating the laws of the universe, paves its course through space creating its gravitational pearl line. According to it in the future, ships will surf the universe. Finally, billions of kilometers of space in a straight line between the Earth and the station brought them together so much that communication could become possible between them. On the way to the destination, the intelligent repeater became interested in the beautiful modulations of "levitation" from the Earth, broadcasted by Alex. A short exchange of messages was an inevitable accident. Alexander got a transmitter based on the frequency carrier of gravitational waves of the Earth. The cross-dimensional travel platform (cdtp) 150 million years ago, created by the pioneers of space, automatically amplified signals modulated by the sound-and-light device in the Earth's orbit and transmitted them further. And then the only available subscriber was a reasonable space worker, temporarily free from the fulfillment of his mission.

Two students watched Alexander drive the coils in front of the monitor. He unbuttoned his jacket with a short collar. On the outstretched arms, the white shirt came out almost to the elbow. With the hands down, the sleeves of the jacket did not look short. Genius loved clothes that did not restrain his movements.

- What? Give me! - One of the students came up closer. A popular soundtrack played in the dance music. The students in groups rushed through the open door, dancing. Lifting their nodding heads, they found themselves in the classroom, inconspicuous students engaged in lessons.

As soon as the coils were free, the students immediately rushed to repeat the actions of the muscular dude. Interrupting each other with their movements, the manipulators caused on the screen vortices of changing color forms that shudder to the music. Alex moved along with the chair so that he would not be pushed with their elbows. Now he was sitting sideways and could see the crowded students. In fact, it was the presentation of a technical project to the public. Like this could be at the exhibition of the Atlantes of the Soviet system of professional education of railway workers and experts in the radio electronic industry. Now these two giants were crouched under one roof of the college, and a single presentation aroused the surprise of all random witnesses. A high commission in the person of the teacher and his two friends of the physical education teacher and a member of the football team of the technical school came to the stand. It was appropriate when it was said: "Are you ready to submit the project?"

-"Yes!" - Alexander responded. Everything went wrong according to his plan. Everyone was so excited that Alex felt that he would be trampled. A teacher looking at the equipment shaking on the tables remarked:

- I promise the promised gravitational wave. Inventor "Set off".

- The video received under the influence of coils is briefly called "levi". - the author himself admired beautiful pictures. A person sees, it causes emotions in the brain. The organs of vision give a signal for the production of substances that cause the corresponding emotional response in the brain. Signals from the bodies are transformed into more or less emotion. Otherwise, the brain works at the Retransmitter, developing the perception by estimation is enough and not enough. We do not know the image of the worldview through a logical scale, and not through emotion. The extra link in the perception of the world makes the number of processed information heavier and, in the end, confuses. An additional link in the perception of the world fills us with the meaning of life and eventually makes us human. The living organic brain of the Space Traveler RUS appreciated Alex's work on wave bursts, modulated by coils. This means that he physically perceives wave disturbances by the brain. Such is the third eye. The thinking body of RUS is based on measurements and is refined by metal proteins for the implementation of telepathic interactions.

The commission began to look as two schoolboys drive two similar to electric motors devices at the screen of the monitor. Alex involuntarily looked at the slim figure with an expressive, agile face Alina. There was a pleasant, enthusiastic music. Slim girl Alina introduced horse racing. At the beat of the music, she left the long leg and ran from the heel to her hand and grabbed the pulse with her fingers like a mace. Already imagining the dance of a gymnast with maces, the girl threw up her hand smoothly leading her in front of her. Alex watched her right-hand curving like a wave. Alina approached with every movement. Suddenly, behind the swollen palm, the bottomless green eyes staring at him opened, framed by long eyelashes protruding up and down. Alex's eyes lay on the path leading to the turquoise stars of the eyes, over which he was used to sighing. He felt that he was drowning. Reacting to a sharp movement, he threw up his right hand. With his palm, he stopped Alina's fist that pierced the near left hook to his right shoulder. At the jump, a very powerful knockout stroke, coordinated with the rotation of the hips, caused Alex to strain the trained body. "For what," the big man asked with a laugh.

-Would be for what you would not have been here already. - furtively frowning fluffy fair eyebrows cautioned athlete:

-It will be someone to fill up turn to.

I'm ready to watch women's boxing anytime. This is my favorite kind of non-professional sport.

Leaving she gave him an ironic smile. "I'm laughing again, I'm the only not worthy of attention is not the president of the country !?" The girls who are waiting for the social elevator will be noticed by the girls "NO"?  - Alex visited. The guy himself knew how far he was from career opportunities.

The hands of both color music synthesizers were subject to the rhythm. Oppositely directed movements, the guys unintentionally pushed the device. On the screen under the influence of magnetic devices, bright lines of different colors formed a female silhouette. Two young creators, Sergei and Yura, that they were in their hands rejected the horizontal lines in the circle. Inside the female silhouette, where, it was necessary to show a lush female breast. Rhythmically changing in size, the picture breathed, inhaled and exhaled. Encouraged views of students of semiconductor production were not detached watching the graphical changes. One of the young people standing at a distance said: "Mach naked." Under the rhythm of the dance, the beautiful body twitched vigorously. Most of the students already watched what was happening on the screen, but after what had been said before, they sat up and came to look. The discussion began in a low voice. A little louder sounded: "Irina is better." One of the girls presents with big eyes under the arched smooth forehead, hearing her name straighten up. Apparently, Ira was there and, if anyone else did not know her, she had to understand that it was she. The bow, pulling his hair at each turn of his head, peeked from behind her, then from the side, then from above. She raised her eyebrows and led a refined chin. Her wide-open eyes settled on Alexander's face. She lacked skin folds and wrinkles under her eyes and from this, her direct look had an enchanting effect. On the sides of the round face, a healthy blush was blazing. The faces of such beauties are remembered at first sight. To knock down the unexpectedly growing heat of passion teacher, responsible for what was happening, asked the question: "Accidents were like real scientists?"

Everyone heard Alex's clear voice: "Yes, he pushed the lamp closer to the screen to see the gap between the coil and the screen. That's when it all worked. "

"So, any fool can." - Spread out the main public Vladimir. Sometimes it seemed he was a human rights defender pronouncing stupid things. In fact, he physically suffered from silence before the crowd. From him, a politician by vocation was clearly ripening: "He can not!", Inwardly realizing his rightness, Alex objected:

"Even that under the influence of one's own choice and the coincidence of coincidences we find ourselves in the right place at the right time, there is a personal merit of each." I also put myself in the credit of imagining to project gravitational waves onto the sensors of the screen with the help of coils I invented. Obviously, this is the modulation of the signal on a gravitational wave. Hooray, I came up with a phone for instant communication with aliens. Just waiting for the call.

[1] The book begins on the foreword of the author

[2] Draischch -lathy man



The text appeared on the screen:

RUS:          About how many wonderful discoveries we have

An Enlightenment Prepares

And experience, the son of difficult mistakes,

And genius, the paradoxes friend,

And the event, God is the inventor.


A.S. Pushkin "


Alex returned to the conversation:

"Of course, they will not talk to us until the hypocritical ideology of the scrooge sweeps away the ideals of the first space power." When this happens to the civilizations of the development of humanitarian minds, it will not be West to communicate with us. Everyone will need my technical innovation right away. I invented a new gadget; gravitational disturbances interactively control the software emulator, and this is displayed on the OS interface. As a result, gravitational waves change the picture and a masterpiece of a new kind of fine art "levitation" is obtained.

To the inventor of the gravitational color-music came his childhood friend Ivan already working as an operator of CNC[1] machine tools. His pointedly stylish look favorably distinguished him from the general background of cheap jeans of students. Well-groomed hair, neat, slightly lowered trousers and an engagement ring emphasized its thoroughness.

He sipped coffee from one paper cup, and another decided to put it in the microwave. Opening the door, Ivan turned off the magnetron and the image on the monitor changed to multiple color spots as in a children's pipe mosaic. Magic vanished, and the smell of coffee. The stomach again defeated the development. Ivan shared the opinion of Alex about the breadth of human aspirations. On behalf of wage workers, he recognized the right to dignity for creative people. Class flair prompted him: Students and intellectuals can combine respect for their own dignity. General respect is formed from individual respect for everyone to the common through their own.

A new text popped up on the screen:

I wrote everything down.

"Tell your friend sometimes to stress on this word." It remains only to guess what he is doing there, whether he is a writer or a writer? "Freckled Sergei addressed Alex, having read the last message from Rus on the screen. Alex replied:

"Let's come to us first." You yourself will tell. He will answer his questions and ask his own questions.

Rus heard the conversation. Naturally, he took the last words as an appeal to him to meet them. He really did not understand about the stress in the word and accumulated several questions. The intelligent creature decided to accept the invitation. In production, it directed the task of producing a bio-avatar. And Alex sent a message: "Cool".

Billions of diverse space objects move directly. Dust, clouds of gas, solid objects, dried spiders are carried by gravitational radiation. All this diversity began its movement at the time of the emergence of particles from which all united. The first dimension of spacetime after billions of years created a materializing field. In some part of this field, our space with its size from our gravitational universe is lost. The formation of mass properties and motion is a single process. Starting to move, something takes shape, weight, material interactions. From this, the creative mind produces technological associations and subordinates them to management for the sake of purpose: to determine where we are. For our measurement - this is the question: where we are in time and in space. Scraping off the gravitational field from the properties of mass, technology makes a hole in the void of our universe leading to a primary dimension, where only time and space. Here it is no clinging conditions that change the trajectory of motion. Object RUS slips through the torn tissue of the field of gravity measurement, having time to accelerate. No one disappears anywhere and appears out of nowhere. What constitutes the basis of our life serves as our fetters. For example, people are constantly saved by breathing air. What is this air bubble for a person, if not a convict chain? After filling the production room with an explosive mixture of gases, the mind decided not to bother with reflections on the absurdity, vulnerability, and ineffectiveness of the steps in the instruction. He wrote off all the explanations related to the dead-end branches of human development in a natural way. In a dark room, inside the relay universal station, RUS, a device of decontaminating light has glittered. Sources of diffused light lit a small room without windows and doors. Plastic long from wall to wall table rose from the floor. Its surface 2 by 4 m was cut into hexagons not larger than a centimeter. The surface of the table is heated by ultraviolet radiation, which seeps through the luminous boundaries of the hexagons. In 8 places, the 5-cm-wide strip was pulled out from the surface of the table and curved with its ends over the middle part. From the end, the mass was extruded. This white gray biomaterial is the color of the crumbs of wheat bread, which sometimes crumbles like a dry sand castle. On the ceiling, a container moved out of the table. Two of the surgeon's robots emerged from the elevator and drove up to the table. They brought the size of an apple quivering from motion self-installing life-giving source. The embryo was rounded in shape like a bean. The separation grooves gave him the appearance of a human brain. From him on a meter hung wires of wires, along which at a distance of 10 centimeters were located round tubercles. A lot of wires stretched from the connected devices to the life-giving source, providing its vital functions. Surgeons have three limbs on each limb with three fingers. One of the three fingers is the longest centimeter 10 flexible without visible connections, ending in a thinning rounding. The remaining 2 tiny fingers have a laser beam instead of a nail in one, and in another claw as sharp as a scalpel. On the outstretched edge of the gray lump a new strip pushed up and a heavy transparent blue liquid with a nano-robotic white robot, inserted into it, was squeezed out. Under the weight of blue jelly, the loose gray mass was sold. The first surgeon laid a black mesh. Another surgeon with skillful hands put in her bio-embryo avatar. Gently held jelly-like Bob was immersed in a blue life-giving medium. Numerous hands spread their threads along the gray mass. The surgeon, making precise and careful micromovements, caused the jelly bean to shudder, then the surgeon slowed his movements. Simultaneously, all actions stopped. In turn, a different color was included, causing different materials to glow in different colors. Changes in lighting stopped when the general green background made the bean glow with a stream of blue. The bumps on the threads sucked in a piece of blue blood and ran to the ends. The ends have grown and the balls of fluid are filling up to run to build the body. New drops flowed down the strings and saturating the gray biomass with a process of differentiation of living cells. The hand of the surgeon's robot covered the bob with a new mesh. The fingers attached the protruding ends to the ends of the mesh laid earlier. The laser beams from different sides soldered the joints. After the end of welding around the brain on the entire grid, the robots arranged multiple devices from several sides the mechanisms moved and inserted into the mass on the table dozens of tubes and mechanisms. They put them to each other and held them in a motionless state. Two more robot surgeons put nanorobots on top of the joints. The tubercles of some micro-robots have been absorbed into the surface in places, others have formed new forms of joints in places, and in some places, have flowed away like sand grains in the hourglass into the orifices. The next strip curled and added a bright yellow liquid, which ran through the bean’s body. The wires extended, they became like a circulatory system. Cells of gray biomass received signals from violet ink and differentiated in place into organs of normal size and began to perform their functions. The color image of the young man was on the table. The transforming gray mass in the body filled the image. The attraction has disappeared. The body was lifted and sprinkled with small droplets from all sides. The gratings of the finest strings of lasers moved around the perimeter. Light shocks to them released incredibly thin sheets of ceramic polymers. They, after flying on the burning grid, melt. The resulting nano crumb of material started covering the body in small specks. A new layer was sprayed over the entire surface with an oily substance. For several hours everything remained at rest for ripening. Finally, on the table, the forming parts of the body became visible in the luminous holography. The image coincided with a young man with a white face. Convex cheeks in the corners of the lips poured a light red color and the same lighter was flooded with a high forehead. People seeing signs like this determine that this is due to the thin skin of the capillaries high to the surface. The avatar made a very thick skin, which contained the supplies of substances necessary to maintain the life support system for different terrestrial conditions. The light in the room changed to daylight. Rus created the avatar an aging program up to the age of thirty-five. He took the average of the images of hundreds of men of the Slavic race; whose appearance aroused the confidence of others. Rejuvenated to 16 years of age and in this form realized. Thanks to the standardization curly hair formed an ideal hairstyle. Thick, short eyebrows looked well-groomed in small strips. The white color of chamomile and light brown mixed, so the color of hair looked like burned in the sun.

Alex went to his friends Vera and Alina, intending to make a compliment to their dresses "Sally". A summer dress with a length above the knee of a fit silhouette. The chic, one-color dresses for the summer were perfectly sitting on their figures giving the female image of the girls’ lightness and grace. Vera with Alina attended sports training together. They were like each other with their model appearance and graceful physique. Vera spoke to the guy trying to please:

-They were just talking about you. You will be famous.

-If you do not beat you will not be so healthy.

- Say what you think but think what you say. You'll live longer! You need to be afraid of the government of the country as if the whole composition will come to beat you for your statements. Alina said morally.

- The girls offer cotton prints for the trade union of railway workers and a cash reward for participating in the work of our representative office at the international conference "Syndrome of emotional burnout". It's about stress in the workplace.

-I knew it! - Alina interrupted his speech: Do you really think that the minister will be worried if someone dies in the workplace?

Alex ignored the saying:

-Psycho took the dimensions of the "global epidemic" will agree with him. On the day of labor protection, I must stand with me with the motto "6-hour working day or Stress without end".

- Where is the catch? Your premonitions of losing health are rarely justified. - smiling Vera pushed the big man to the point of conversation. The girl nodded her head.

- Try to look further than you see with your eyes. There, in depth, a new depth opens, and on and on. All this exists apart from what is slipping in your head. Without all these images and emotions that the brain gives you your biological organ. Everything that happens to you is more like a chemical reaction given to you in your sensations and experiences. There is an incredibly gigantic space ready to take anyone's daring thought of a person. On the other hand, the chemical heat exchange of hormones with the brain gives us an emotional response. The world of limitless possibilities for real life on the basis of reasonable creativity and an animal miserable entity based on instincts.

- What's wrong again, do not I think a little about the sublime. You think you danced at your scientific symposium. - Having noticed what she heard, Alina noticed. Vera rested under the pleasant male baritone Alex.

- It seems that you both came to the home stretch. You and Vera seem to have a competition. Who braver will light someplace: shoulders, navel, knees. Our whole male team is more at rush in your presence. Draischch today does not find a place for itself. You do not spare us at all. I cannot imagine that the girls looked better than you. The boys lead a hard struggle with the animal instincts, which are generated from the age of 18 by the production of male hormones. In medicine, this is called sexual stress. I propose to slow down a bit, and I award you the first place. From me, an excursion to a cafe. Since you are less delicate blouses than today. At least for an exhibition. Do you agree?

Once on the street, Alexander decided to return home on foot. Business before pleasure. Before the metro station on the square, he began to look at a group of Buddhists. They stood with closed eyes and hummed with their voices, squeezing the pads of their fingers. On the cot next to them, a poster with a photo of the temple was shown. A girl on a wheelchair pulled up her eyelid and looked at the woman's eyes. Then the doctor asked to show his tongue. When she had finished her examination, she said:

-you have good health.

"Take the brochure," suggested the man with the orange stripe of cloth on his shoulder. The woman offered money, and he thanked her and put the bill in a colored bag on his belt over his shoulder. Then he went to Alex:

- In our teaching there is no difference between the state of the soul and the state of the body. They are difficult to intertwine. You have clean eyes, but sad. Apparently, you are exhausted by the routine.

- Sympathy in your voice captivates with its sincerity. - Alex took out the money and gave it to the Buddhist.

- Thank you. Take the brochure.

- Thank you. I already took it once.

- I feel the signal, as if you were worried about something. What's your name?

- Me Alexander, and you?

- My name is Boris. I'm talking about the doctrine of consciousness. Are you interested?

- I have been practicing hatha yoga for many years, meditation. He just came to give me money.

- Usually, people need us to make money. We offer something from Tibetan medicine. Why did you decide to share it yourself?

- My father once asked for money from passersby. They answered arrogantly with insults. He was offended and took everything from them. I was a child next to him. Moral: learn to share from childhood. How do you consequent Buddhism in this subject?

"You do not know how - we'll teach you, if you do not want, we'll make it." I see! Personally, I'm just for.

Boris handed Alex a bell. The big-haired man pounded an elongated bell several times and found peace. Young people of the same height and age quickly found a common language. Identical problems, as it turned out asked for the same solutions.

Here, as the author, I will have to clarify the incident. Of course, Alex did not begin to tell this story in detail, since it's not the time or the place. It's not that. People are not inclined to talk about certain things in detail. Falsely ashamed of their experiences and letting a tear. A story with experiences that a person does not dare to mention is painted for artistic purposes. Again, this is not the case. It happens that the story is thoroughly criminal and draws the narrator to the bottom. In other words, pulls for a period. No, that's not the point. The writer should write an instructive story. As my grandfather, who fought, gave me more detailed answers to my requests, "you do not need to know this." It turned out worth it. It was necessary to teach! As Father Alexander and Arthur did. He called his sons to take a walk and went with them towards evening in the station district. I will say: he knew that asking for money from passers-by was a hard task. He needed helpers. The oldest was seventeen, and the youngest fifteen. Quite a fight age for help. Just in case, he warned them to run and did not come across. And when you have to beat, then beat a lot and quickly, so that the opponent does not get up. On the way, I found them by the size of the stones clamped in the hand. Two men over forty in uniform with shoulder straps of the colonels turned to a smaller street, and the trio followed them. The father hailed the military and apologized for money for life. The Colonel was indignant at the impudence of the half-wit and swore foully at the rogue. In the physical sense, the civilian was obviously underfed as opposed to the military. His habit of growing hair was more truly caused by the need to cover up his protruding ears, the tips of which were sticking out at each side. The hair looked dangling to the emaciated face. The brothers, remaining behind, were filled with resentment for their father. They were already old enough to understand that it was not appropriate to talk about his father lying in a psychiatric hospital for a long time. The colonel estimated the coverage and came to a fair conclusion not to be afraid of beggars. Laughing, he frightened the boys by speaking out about punishment in a manner peculiar to the bugger. It would seem that you are the same macaroni one of the hundreds jumped into a hole in the hole, your life was a success, live and rejoice. But no, the habit of humiliating the weak-willed subordinates necessarily grows into contempt for others. Already all strangers appear as sixes and sub-lizards. The boys realized then: they do not want to live the slaves' life. Going to work for a bawdy boss and catching crumbs for survival is humiliating. They felt humiliated to the ends of their hair. The desire to get even with the culprit of this suffering was replaced by a fear that this shame would haunt them all their lives. Father, angry, but without getting out of himself asked the military not to show off. "Why are you treating me like you?" Seriously angry, the soldier raised his voice. "Go to work lazy idlers," cried the colonel, trying on the role of overseer. He was offended by the impudence of strangers to talk to him and ask him for help with money. In retaliation, he cursed foully about the mothers of his father and sons. Flushing with hatred, the father put all the force into the throw and threw the stone into the head of the supporter of respectful treatment, or whatever he thought of himself there. From the weapon of the proletariat, the colonel collapsed at attention. My father hissed at the second: "Do not check. As long as I hang your guys on you with a knife stopper to death." The boys went from two sides to bypass the peasant, who was larger than the first. The living colonel rushed forward to fight braked. "Go back slowly and go away!" - Draischch with shaggy hair curled his face and pulled his lips clearly pronouncing each word. He involuntarily grimaced, trying to cope with himself. Father for the sake of sons, tried to avoid the fight overcoming psychosis. "Crazy!" - said the colonel and walked away. Arthur rummaging through his pockets found rubles and dollars and cheered up his father cheerfully: "Psycho, but you know how to live." Alex found a gun under his tunic, unfastened the strap and took it too. The offender's carcass stirred. The Colonel stood up. The three of them pounced on him. The blows were inflicted frequently and with lots of hands and feet. The military man turned out to be a strong man and waved away from the attackers and walked away. They watched as he stumbled and fell on the fence around the flowerbed. I do not remember exactly what an ulcer he had. But because of internal bleeding from the impact of falling on the fence, the vulgar died before the eyes of the avenged. Father and sons calmly returned home. Sometimes they remembered this event, never regretting it and most importantly not feeling angry. Since then, the boys have done a lot of sports and eat well to grow healthy and strong.

Alex bought himself an ice cream at the nearest metro station. After printing out the packaging, he was convinced that he had mistakenly received frozen fruit juice. Also, not bad, but you have to be more careful. It's nice to stare at everything. The brain does not throw up the problem, it feels relaxed. Successfully done work and well-deserved reward. Alexander was glad to feel satisfaction from the intellectual work. This time there was a public recognition of the importance of the work done. The young scientist knew how to live today and was happy. The joy of sensing the meaningfulness of what has happened came with an understanding of the meaning of life. He wanted to know life fully. The society through his parents brought up a worthy person in him. He only regretted that there was no system for the comprehensive development of each individual. So that people not only could distinguish between the emotional side of words but also the semantic one. Communicating people lose the essence of the conversation, draw opposite conclusions, belittle their significance. He would like to distribute the participation of the state in people's lives. Maximum comprehensive care at birth. Upbringing and development with full support for up to 25 years. To do this, people started a social order. That everyone received an organized state system in achieving comprehensive development. This goal of the state seemed to Alex justified so that people needed something from the state. When they want to understand why they need it all. The big man thought with his scientist's mind about the wrongly built state: the problems multiply, the people are destroyed and degenerated, people live in the hell of a meaningless existence. Alex foresaw that humanity should give up money. Actually, from the universal equivalent. It will be more difficult for those who will receive work with the meaning of life for the benefit of society, but more justly. Any distribution must take place without beneficiaries. For justice's sake, the one concerned with the decision must make its demands to the court of the council and, if possible, make a choice. Alex did not see a single reason why to give four-fifths of his working time to give employers, and most of the one-fifth to be given to creditors and traders.

The growing noise from the knocking of the wheels on the iron rails attracted his attention. Ahead, the street dive under the bridge. The freight train came to the bridge. After passing it by half, the locomotive disappeared successively as far as the passage, behind a vertical line passing in the middle of the span. The composition moved to an invisible vertical line, after which it was dematerialized. After leaving the bridge the train reappeared and continued to move in the usual way. It can not be a glitch when you stand for a couple of minutes, staring at a gap of 5 meters in the middle of the train. The resulting deception of view did not allow to realize the difference between the picture of the visible in space between the moving parts. In fact, in the gap, everything was in gray tones. The melted juice flowed down the arm and this brought Alexander back to reality. He went under the railway bridge and habitually held his breath from the burning stench from the place of incineration of garbage. Passing under the bridge past the iron barrel, in which the bums burned diesel every evening, he turned around. Nothing strange. Alex thought: "This is how people show that homeless people from overpopulation." "Collect wealthy dudes." One hundred people within a village for ten people without a connection to the world. "Two small fields to give to two families at once." A bag of money and a criminal code, as now. Will successful managers turn into cattle? All right, the best of the best will jump out into the main persons. Even more officials of the government and billionaires will merge into the deserts. How many successful individuals are now making trouble in the new situation? " Alex went straight and a minute later turned around again. The smoldering trail as an arrow pointing exactly to the place of the middle of the rupture of the material's materialization. Everything is as usual.

Already in the morning, the news was told about the man-made disaster on this bridge at night. The video did not show the dead. The experts of photoshop work better all the while hiding the details of the incidents. As if there were no ordinary people in this place, either under the bridge, or in the apartments of collapsed floors, or in a crowded train full of passengers. They showed the bent bridge and the passenger train that had moved down it to the nearest building. Destroying the corner of the 12-story residential building, the locomotive was crushed by the fallen floors of concrete floors. Announced that the exact number of dead cannot be reported. It turned out that there is nothing to regret and about whom there is nothing to be done.         

[1] Computer numerical control in abbreviated form CNC




Revolution every day.

Today, Alexander was scheduled to make a revolution. Around the neck, he fastened a chain of red gold. A five-pointed star, a hammer and a sickle are attached to a single ring. His school friend Ivan himself made small characters from the copper coin of the USSR. According to Ivan's idea, the group of emblems symbolized the expectation of inevitable events. According to Alexander's emotional perception, the star burned with his call not to oversleep his life, the hammer struggled to protect the human essence, the sickle cuts his living body releasing pulsating blood outward to wash and clean the filth. The meaning of these symbols together remained the same: the love of life as it should be. He saw it without imposing options. According to Lenin, there is a chain of revolutions. For Alexander, every person is a revolution, a chain link. Every day must be built in by the link of the revolution in the chain of revolutions. Under the pretext of meeting with production workers, Alex gathered all the students in the gym. Talk about the public importance of education. He looked accordingly. It is dressed in two buttons, a business dark jacket with a vertical thin light strip, black jeans, and low boots. With a chic embroidery of burgundy patterns on a dark blue tie over a light blue shirt, he looked all the time. Only in this way could he expect that others would perceive him with attention. He used the wardrobe of his elder brother. It was clothes, including exchanged with friends. This is the dress robbed from respected slickers’ collectible of nonsense. The management provided the premises in the technical school after classes. The comrades agreed with future employers to feed the students. At the entrance, food and drinks were distributed to the coming. In the center of the microphone on the chair sat Michael, a well-known teacher of dialectical materialism. Around him are chairs, in some sat teenagers. To the right of the entrance under the large windows stood 10 tables with computers on them. Young people behind computers played a game of "collectivization." The participants in the game joined forces for armed struggle in groups. The goal of the game is to protect your pigs from a large pork producer. The plot of the game: Armed representatives of the authorities come to the village to take pigs under the pretext of an epidemic. Their goal is to turn individual producers into pork-hungry consumers. These consumers will constitute a personal market for the owner of a large farm. Those who lose all pigs die of hunger in a short time, if they do not have time to take the pig from friends or not have money for a piece of pork in chocolate. The scheme is simple as in a concentration camp: effective management ensures that the people do not provide themselves, and in return, nothing but work on the owner's farm. From the speakers, Mikhail's voice sounded: "It is easiest for students to be forced into simple labor in a cafe and bar. You are not given a scholarship, money for a living A student must be a beggar to enslave himself with a loan for life. From the human point of view, the student has to learn the profession before he owes. The debtor in training. Born and forward, get used to the idea that you should. No, I should not. All on the planet are born with the same right to use the planet, at least the country. In Soviet times, a person never left alone with problems. My grandfather himself and his friends built a house for their family in a month. The state has given everything it needs to build: land, logs, tools. You do not want to build it yourself, they gave you free housing, but now you do not. Now the student takes a loan for study, which he will give. In fact, this is a hidden exploitation of you."

 "Why did I not hear of this before? "The student asked. "Because I did not listen to the right people," said Mikhail. Next to Mikhail were still tables with computers. At which students play computer wars. Send missiles to the points selected on the planet's map. Online game with the addition of paid options. To send a more powerful charge you have to pay. On the map, traces of hitting are noted depending on the power of the missile sent. Players from all over the world participate. Some places on the planet where a lot of hits are marked by a bloody red color, almost black. To the left of the entrance under the windows is a bicycle simulator. From him stretch the wires to the blender on the table. Everyone who wants to drink a smoothie first has to pedal to get electricity. Several girls wishing to speak about the history of the white movement and Alexander with a microphone came to the white flag hanging on the basketball ring. Alex in a simple way a couple of phrases sent the conversation to a rift in the mass consciousness:

-People from the beginning distinguish between lies and truth. There is no wizard who can tell the truth. But there is a trick to slip a lie so that you can not tell the truth. This method is called lying for the hidden truth. It was used in times of manipulations of people. They announced that there was the truth that was being hidden. The floods of lies began, which they gave out for the hidden truth. Now you can distinguish the lies affected by the fair distribution of free apartments from the truthful stories of those you know about your relatives. Now you will hear a true story, not an artistic fiction writer.

Ira took the microphone and the whole hall, but not a loud voice sounded from a beautiful female breast. "In my family, my mother's grandfather in Vyborg was shot by white men who were not wanted to be slaves and were taken away in silent groups by the hill near the church." The priests rose to the bell tower to be shot by the execution, the same bell tower on which they were a machine gun Remember that funny story about a priest who spent a period in the gulag in a wine and vodka store in a prisoner's zone and was not sober one day of imprisonment. This one was from that church. They captured the grandfather of my father and hung them, several of them suspected of stealing a cow and hanged them all. Owners do not care about slaves in fact. Who will raise the children of the killed? Tyrants do not bother. The slaves are now being told that violence can not be used, otherwise not only will the majority be bad. "White" then gave a third of Russia to foreigners. The land of ancestors was given nothing, but for a cow to be strangled! So, what do white people have strict requirements for cattle? And in the return flight, immediately not humanely! Theft is not evil ever, but "Theft is a sin" - the rule for the robbed to keep silent in a rag. "Returning the microphone, the presenter said:"We have a scientific quiz we should not bring personal experience and emotions into science." "Ever girls in the bazaar turn everything "- Alina said, both white and red were allowed to express themselves:"The Reds are coming out for justice and development, and whites are those who are stupid against the Reds, "Alex concluded. And he continued: "You can not blame the Reds for responding to the terror of the Whites, who once again mocked the poor people." They believe that the blood of slaves does not care for their presence, like the water from the puddle. "White committed crimes against humanity in the edification of the right of the strong. In the future, we will see how slavish slaves now show the elite this lesson with edification, I turn to the tightening strap on the neck of an ordinary man: Take care of yourself and your heirs. "One can not blame anyone for wanting to redistribute to a common where all valuable was given to 15000 benefit- receivers. After the farmers themselves redistributed the land in Russia in 1917, the peasant paradise was happiness. The happiness of 20 million peasants in the black earth was that they received the same piece of land as the Cossacks[1], protecting their paradise from whites, who returned to return a land to the landlords."

On the square near the ground building of the metro station stood a long row of traders of fruits and vegetables. In the midst of this series, the sellers took turns in harshly crippling a man of 50 years. Standing in front of the entrance to the subway was a bus. Boris, a tall young man was in the subway and stumbled on a bus, looked closely at his windows. Behind the glass, he saw servicemen. On the bus over a red strip in white letters, the guard was growing. The door was open, and Boris did not hesitate to get on the bus. All in black, seated appreciating his appearance was taken for his own. A long-shaved head uncovered. The brilliant rectangular forehead is framed by black dark-haired hair. Eyebrows like peaks and muzzle on the whole face with cheeks lifted to cheekbones as if with a smile but never dropping. Seeing this face for the first time was the impression that he was smiling thoughtfully: "A man is being killed in the trade row." Sellers, a man of 10, slaughter him to death. "- Boris gave the information to people who know how it seemed to him that the elder, with the rank of the major, asked: "Who are you and what do you care about this?" His black, round eyes gave a piercing gaze. "Brys shrugged their shoulders with big eyes." Boris shrugged his shoulders. Mongol steppes thought Major "crazy" and remarked aloud: "You have to protect the people." "That's what kind of man. The corporate unity of the nation is not invented for the fact that we have one fatherland with the cattle! The slogan "One for all and all for one" is not for us. Another time, they will come up with a corporate unity of continental ones. So, what? And the fact that the Homeland can be changed, but there is no power! Think! "

-And how will we die for state interests? - the young man raised a characteristic fold at the upper eyelid, along with an eyebrow and sarcasm expressed his bewilderment. Where is the power there and the state? One without the other does not happen.

-It's right, the keyword is the state!

- Can the state in the interests of trash-people work? - With the timidity of a dying hope, the guy said.

-But this can not be done!

The sergeant peeped into the bus and said: "He has come, he is distributing leaflets, there are only three words written in them:" the president is deceiving you. "The major stood up and left:" Come on. Yes, the President is generally the only one who believes in what he says. "The soldier with the sergeant ran to the enemy of the regime and deftly wrapped his arms around him on both sides." The black leather jacket of the agitator twisted and made a sound: " beecchh"[2]. Ten meters from them, in a black leather jacket, a 16-year-old girl threw up her hands and aimed at the guardians of order. The major yelled: "Shoot the barrage" and stretched out his hand towards this young man. The subordinates made a volley in the indicated direction.

The teenager threw a stick from which he supposedly "fired" and ran to a two-meter fence made of iron bars painted with black paint. Several people were hunched up from the bullets that fell into them. Involuntarily, Boris threw up his hand as if there was the kindness on his palm, he offers it to everyone. The edge of the cape slipped from his shoulder. A triangular neckline with a black edging appeared. A quarter of an orange shirt of a Buddhist opened. And he said in a subtle voice: "These are just people." Alexander took a couple of steps and was right next to Boris, who, after casting a glance at his neighbor, concluded: "A madhouse."

-is very similar. This psycho protects the power from the poverty of the fords, in his eyes all people are enemies. I read an article about the father of this major, one of those who in the late eighties shoved the Soviet Union into pockets. The granddaughter of the street racing girl drives on a wheelbarrow, jumps out onto the sidewalk, knocks down people on it. For her, this is a game, like knocking down skittles. A whole family of loonies. -Alexander knew the loonies on visits to the hospital, where his father was repeatedly forced to go.

 "Hold," the psychopath major continued to yell. After the jumped guy blocked the fence four. One of them managed to climb over the fence, but one sharp pin pierced the bottom of his trousers and clamped his foot tight. In the fall, he pulled the fence forward with all the weight of his body. The trinity was piled above the fence and at that moment another ran on the fence trying to jump on it. So, the dolt fell ruthlessly into the obstacle. The fence tilted and fell. A pile of small pressed on the bent leg was below all. There was a crunch. Those who wanted to see what was happening went out through the aisle in the fence, which was 5 meters from the fallen. There was an asphalt path to 2-storeyed stomatology nearby. The major gave the command to leave. The sergeant in worn-out boots similar to cracking boots left the bus and one of those who helped the lame go to the bus asked: "There was your mother in the crowd". The sergeant corrected him: "it could be" and went to the people who were bent overlying after the shooting, and one of the dead was his mother. "After the sergeant retired to the major, the guard arrived at an age and did not close his mouth:" There is a God in heaven, as a red-headed family marks bullets." "Under the Communist dictatorship, it will be worse if the lawlessness is not stopped, "the major responded:" The gendarmerie caste was created to fight the "fifth column" and "revolutionary fermentations." "Another guardsman said: "Distributing leaflets with ideas is spreading contagion, the epidemic can be, and how people do not understand." Hearing this conversation, Alexander and Boris exchanged glances. Alex, looking at the guard at the age of affirmative said: "You are here half of the detachment of private security guarding the shopping center "Rainbow mart". "There is no criminal place in all of Moscow. "Permanent shooting." He said in response: "Who will refuse for four hundred dollars a week?" "Blunt cheaters," Boris responded, and the guardsman looked at the snout and opened his mouth with a non-closing mouth: "Do not forget, we are law enforcers, we protect the legitimate property of people." "Thank you, I have nothing. Everything is divided even before me. I in your security scheme is clearly Superfluous. Do I have to be born back? - Boris is clearly not the first time so sadly thanked the state man. "I have a company here, we distribute advertising brochures of our technical school." Let's go, I want to let you read it, "Alexander addressed him. The Buddhist went along with the big man, who continued the conversation:

-They do not care about the mass of people glimpsing before their eyes. These renegades have chosen their purpose and have determined the other side. We can only answer them the same. When mercenaries are ready to kill for money, this ends their humanity. Now they do not care who is in front of them. We are not them.

 At the other end of the square, where the bus stops, students camped around a folding table with brochures and disks. In practice, no one saw them, because the girl in the red pilot's cap drowning in lush blond hair and pioneer tie attracted all attention. She handed out tickets for a meeting with a famous journalist. Alexander greeted her from afar. Coming closer, he introduced: "Ira is acquainted with this Boris, Boris look at this Ira." The Buddhist looked up and smiled broadly. The man selling the DVD jumped abruptly from his chair and called to Alexandra: "Alex, look," then he pointed to a 25-year-old man with a short haircut: "This one was next to the driver of the car that hit a woman on the sidewalk." Turning to Boris, Alex asked: "Will you come with me?" A short-cropped guy, who was shown ran, sat in a brown Audi Q7 car and abruptly drove off. " "Alex asked, turning to the girl with the red tie. Pioneer immediately ran to the white car Ford Escape and sat on the driver's seat. Alex sat down beside him and turned to the door slammed behind him. It was Boris. "Thank you for inviting me." I can not refuse. "He said with a sigh of the doomed. A second later, as we drove off, Alex noticed a needle from a stick on the right side of the road and asked: "Slow down next to the boy at the tree." After the stop, Alex opened the door and turned to the wary teenager: "You need to leave soon, you can get in our car." We'll help you. " The boy lowered his head and lifted his eyelids and looked at the strangers. A spark of determination flashed through his eyes. When he strained his muscles around his cheekbones, he got playful, but the purposeful expression on his face, eager for the adventures of a pirate. Boris moved and a new passenger sat down to him.

"My name is John," the teenager introduced himself. Smiling at strangers, he demonstrated his natural charm. He kept quiet and tried to pass for the clever one. Often, he deliberately decided how to show himself, for the development of conscious behavior, combining emotions as an actor. Another thing is why he somehow led himself. He could not explain this.

- I was almost shot with people. - the boy expressed bewilderment at what happened, not realizing how fast the military is crossing the line between life and death.

- In the hot pursuit, they need to close the culprit. It would be right, you do not get into trouble. Stay away from adventure!

- Okay!

Arriving at the intersection, Ira stopped the car at a red traffic light before the pedestrian crossing, not reaching 1.5 meters to the stop line. "They need to be squeezed while they are small," Ira said, and began to try to twitch the middle finger of her right hand in the spot where the rear-view mirror was glued in. She looked after the gestures of the warrior, John: "How busty you are!"

"When I get out of the car, first thing, I'll give you the neck." - promised Ira, instead of gratitude.

- What's wrong: it's a compliment, all the same, I was the first to admire the good girl. I wanted to be polite with a girl.

To her fingers did not block the insect, she clenched them in the fist of all but the middle. To the right of them stood a car, which they pursued, her driver turned over his left shoulder and involuntarily his jaw began to fall. Spider quickly ran on the glass and Ira had to hurry, sharply poke a finger at him to get. Ira fells on the insect. In a deep chest voice, the pioneer, with his mouth wide open, depicted the villain's laughter. From the jerking of her hand, the pilot's cap slid to her forehead. The man stared at them. The bullied boy showed solidarity and knowledge of sign language. He moved closer to the driver of the next car and pictured, showing himself how he would cut his throat with the thumb of his right hand. The driver, after which they were chasing, did not wait for the permissive signal of the traffic light to go ahead. "What was that?" - expressed perplexity of Ira. "This is the guy with whom we want to talk," Alex said, and the warrior said, "nothing, let her be afraid," without waiting for the green one to go ahead. "On the way, they continued to get acquainted with the young shooter.

He turned out to be local, the rest of his story was completely implausible. It turned out that he had ties with the Islanders, the local grouping, which robbed the railroad train. Dad is a corrupt official at a sorting railway station from a family of counts ruined before the revolution, Romanovs, the founders of a Swiss bank. When asked if he needed to be at home he said that after 10, but if you call your mom in advance, you can stay. Five minutes after Audi, they drove to the subway depot. The man quickly went to the nearest subway train from three cars. The guys jumped out of the car and ran after him. Boris tried running on the platform to catch up with him at the first car, where he entered the only open door. But the door closed and the train of three cars began to gain speed before he reached it. At this time, Alex and John climbed into the last car through the front door. Boris, looking after the departing train, saw Alex, holding his hand, dragging John into the car. Intermediate doors were not locked and the guys passed without delay to the head car. Finally, Alex met his gaze with the runaway and took out a pistol, elongated with a muzzle device: "I do not like how you drive without brakes." The big man showed a pistol with a silencer sideways and explained: "Brake for the irreconcilable." Lebedev's pistol with 14 armor-piercing cartridges." "Your bullet-proof vest does not roll. "The brains through the hole in their heads whistle out, do not check on yourself." Alex specifically blinded Nick's eyes from the back-barrel designator, continuing the survey: "Were you driving when you shot down a woman on the sidewalk?"

The man sighed with relief and looked away and shook his head. A grin appeared on his face as if he were a little disappointed. I waited and hoped for something dangerous, but there was a misunderstanding. In the head car, the driver's seat was free. The train rushed faster than usual, without stopping or braking, circling the metro station by the side.

The man was sitting on a bench, with a straight posture and leaning slightly forward, leaning his hands on his knees. The black jacket is tightly closed and protruded outward around thallium. He carefully looked straight into Alex's eyes and said in an even voice: "My name is Nikolay. The man behind the wheel is Sergey Mengel. He’s triggering me. My hands themselves strive to strangle him. "Calm confidence and politeness aroused sympathy with Alex, so he said as kindly as possible:" Lay out everything that is on the bench. "Is Sergei using your help to hide?"

-He is not hiding, he is the son of a presidential companion. For Sergei, the gypsy laws are accepted: pay for the crime and everything is free.

-You do not attribute any kind of stupidity to one nationality. The dullness of being in a nationality, so all nations are mixed up. Imaginary communities are my favorite subject, and most of all I love Pokemon. There are a lot of them, and they are everywhere. They are not to blame, that they have been brought up in such traditions since childhood. And they do not know how to think. They are Pokémon! "

- Laws, where money is more valuable than peoples’ lives, are called feudalism principles, and people whose lives are cheaper than money are called slaves. You need a scientific approach. So, all your life you live unremarkably. -Jonathan said.

A polite stranger took objects out of the pockets of his jacket and laid them next to the bench. He pulled out a notebook and pulled a piece of paper from the pocket on the cover. Nikolay unfolded a hundred dollars: Take it if it decides anything. "

"In fairness, compensation without benefits is difficult to provide," Alex said, hiding the bank notes: "So the judges are fed their own spoons." For the man shot down, the major will receive 3 years of shovels from the court. The prosecutor is suspended. Some bully may pay after that means be released.

"You are not against the laws, are you?" What is your name? - Nick decided to talk, there is nowhere to hurry. The interlocutors did not go over to individuals and had the opportunity to communicate.

"My name is Jonathan," the teenager called and gave Nikolai his radiant smile.

- My name is Alexander. We are not against laws if they are for justice. I will say the following about the laws: I do not eat bread with sand. I'm talking about how the new laws are cooked with sand, "- with these words, Alex took a certificate from the bench." FSS. The senior lieutenant, "Alex read out Alex selectively, then handed the crusts to Nicholas:" take it, you're an old lieutenant, you probably do not know how to serve yourself, not others. " "And he took the pistol away and then took one of the packs of the same one sticking out of a small handbag with straps on the seat of the pamphlet. On one of the pages of the brochure, a plastic card was stuck and he asked:" What is this?" "Something like a subway pass. Once my grandfather also received such gifts. "- Nika pulled on frankness:" Before, he was in their team. For decades, my grandfather worked to lower the legacy of the Soviet Union. Children still had time to fall, but grandchildren get the horseradish. The grandchildren got to scold the old people. "

The big guy became interested: I respect when someone truthfully cuts a blood clot in a public consciousness. Let's join us. We are in favor of canceling the pension to a generation who did not take care of the heirs. So, there is an elite team and she is working hard for her well-fed future?

"Not for the sake of the future." The formula of the modern world: smooth out radical collapse for the sake of extending what is to infinity. Money is bubbling financial bubbles. There will be no more crises, wars, too. Correctly you had said about the holiday without end. People who have a holiday on their street, they do not care about those who to the left are violating the human dignity of the imported workers, and to those people who on the right are swarming with the rats in the garbage dump. Organizers, of course, are in chocolate. For this, they refuse even inheritance. Here Sergey Mengel built the shopping center "Rainbow mart" on the remains of a billion mom. If it loses, then the empire will end just after it has begun. And the heirs will not get anything.

- I'm just weeping. - Alex smirked and with a thoughtful smile suggested: remove the movie "No happiness in business." The remains of luxury are invested by the heir in business, and we are on this feeder by a roller.

- Estimate, at night inside the shopping center, is open a casino and drug dealing. I do not know how I bought myself to confide in crooks, but they got me killed with a scam at loot. Make a movie as a skating rink on this raspberry. I will help with all I can. Nick announced with a note of ridicule.

"Nick, I know" Rainbow mart. "He's not in his place, he who's taking it down will do a good deed." "Specially trained people for such work are there." Let's see what you'll tell. The course of your thought is correct, but I can not understand you I swore an oath to serve the people, and you push him on the sidewalks. "Do you think that his oppressors are not enough to press him, so you wanted to drive him by car?" - Alex decided to do wood carving.

- It was an accident. My fault is not.

-There is. Sold his soul for goodness? So, it's to blame. Do not you see how people are suffering around? So, it's to blame. The people took away all production. Everything was destroyed. They are also mocking the poor people: they call beggars with ten thousand dollars earnings a month the middle class. The country as a concentration camp, where the people are deprived of the opportunity to engage in creative activity in order to secure a decent life for themselves; the world is growing by 30% every 10 years, and our country is minus one; the rulers have avoided organizing the life of the people, while others are not allowed to power; nothing changes in democracy, cannibals in the nineties and also cannibals now. Now all values are pacified, the people are now born destined for poverty. The authorities are festering the population, if only they were busy, then not getting: queues to institutions, going for help, medical problems, education below the baseboard; where overpopulation, beggars roam over there; sociopaths, false patriotism replaces nationalism and many other things else. I want to ask: at least do not lie. Already in the whole world, they do not lie, because there is no need. So, everywhere bosses make the decisions they want, for the people don't matter this. Look at people who believe in the fairy tale of enrichment: they tear everyone to pieces, the mother unless they have already sold it; from them, relatives need only money, and they spend their millions before retirement and die in poverty and loneliness, without the strength to strangle themselves. People work together, but they take from the loners and spend it on themselves. And it must be spent on universal development and welfare. A law is needed that prohibits vampires from appropriating someone else's work and spending on themselves what is the result of social labor. The whole world looks at China to get them such a law to accept or not. To forbid the law to steal like parasites from everyone. Is it so bizarre?!

  You know, Nick, how lucky you are, you can still change and serve your people as you swore.

John got up, said: "Yes." Nick squinted and asked: "Do we know each other?" Okay, what do you propose to do? " In response, he heard: "We all have to do everything for the sake of one idea

"needed where was born"

First of all, you must learn to tell yourself the truth. From untruth builds rubbish. Smart people prefer to find out the truth, and if you are the master, you will decide who to end up killing or pardoning. Everyone will be silent. This is the main form of lies. We will build truthism. Those who rob the hired are parasites. Hired laborers from those who appropriate profit to catch nothing. To be a beggar is bad, to be a slave is bad. Everyone who wants to work should get a job. In our time, earning less than $ 10,000 a month is a shame. It means you are a slave working for food and a hut. The well-being of people does not depend on the fact that all officials are in places. Do you serve the order? How naive you were like yesterday! I'll tell you the truth: it's better to deal with a murderer than with a fool! A fool, striving for "Elite" life, starts to say, "I'm rich." John quickly added: "From the fact that you were given a bill today with a single zero, you will not become richer than yesterday." Alex continued: "We were convinced that the purpose of life is to drink, eat, sleep. Working for the owners is a feud, not a career. Military service to a bunch of scoundrels is servitude, and not "Homeland to protect." You can not work more than 6 hours a day, because we live once and need time for personal needs. Spending life on money is stupid. It's difficult to make a man out of yourself, but it's necessary. Up to 25 years you have to study at least, and not earn money. Therefore, up to 25 years, there should be full security at the expense of the state. At billionaires and at thieves all to pick up and distribute on public development ".

They have sat. They were silent. The big man hesitated and finally said: "For the soul, I would like to teach Sergei Mengel some kind of scenario for the oligarch to leave him without money, but instead of a movie, arrange a reality show for him and his family." Alex regained his breath and began to tell: "I was in a concentration camp today and went to the plumber, he always did a great job, I told him: You are trying so hard to connect the pipes in the gas chamber of the concentration camp. This is a crime against humanity! In response, He says: Thank you, I'm doing my job. I'm proud of my performance and that I'm a professional in my business. " I approached the guard. He was watching vigilantly around. Before my eyes, he shot several people, and I told him: "You are a concentration camp guard. Because of you, people can not get out of here, their existence here is unworthy of a human." They simply can not grow their own food, do housing, organize production on the basis of what's under their feet, you're following the order so that they do not do anything, it's a crime against those to whom you are sending your weapons. " He replied, proud of himself: "Thank you." Order on my native land is my goal, I guard this territory and the state order without getting enough sleep and I do not like it. I hate every rat who tries to break the perimeter or rush at me. I’m always ready to fight these cattle There are no people here, I admire my leadership, they are superior to them. "

Alex literally lamented life:

- I talked with others who work there. They are all trying hard to do what the authorities say. These people are zealously committing a crime against humanity. They are included in the criminal activities of the state they serve. The slogan of defending the fatherland was covered up by the interests of thieves. The slogan of protecting the territory covered up the interests of the plunderers of the people's property. The state must serve people in this territory. "

-I participated in the special operation "spawning". Local fishermen for survival, we caught, took away thousands of fishing gear. There were children, women, and old people. We called them poachers. I did not have to, but some killed poachers for insubordination. For order, whatever that means.

Young people agreed to cooperate and showed friendliness to each other. Alex was sitting next to John. He was reading a brochure about plastic cards. Nick called them travel cards, as they are made for travel by metro without stopping from the outskirts to the center of Moscow in the Kremlin. According to Nick, they went to the main station, where the premises of the presidential residence are located. John poked the buttons on the handset he had given to Nicholas. Nick looked at the time and began to look around. Ahead appeared a light along the way of the passage. Composition jumped out into the open space and before the platform of white marble and optimally braked. The view of the seven-meter-high funnel opened. The place occupied by the Russian supreme power for centuries has been emptied. The political center of the country, so beloved by people with a psyche prone to politics, suddenly has to change the address. Politicians are people, too, and they may get upset at such a loss, but on the other hand, it's not the same as losing seats. The smell of burnt earth and radiation-irradiated air hit the nostrils. Due to lack of oxygen, Rainbow mart circles swam before our eyes, like on soap bubbles. The optical illusion, painted by an objectively unobservant brain, made them see themselves as small grains of sand on the bottom of a giant bowl of a funnel. From the wall of the pit in one place flowed, in the other gaped holes of tunnels. The noise of the city was absent, there was no sound of the flowing water, no buzzing of the mechanisms. The sounds of the heartbeat coincided in unison with the falling drops of the flammable diesel slurry from the holes of the broken pipes at the edge of the pit. Above the funnel, the sky was clear, and the sun was unnaturally bright. To the right of the funnel itself, a sparkling wall of thick gray dust through which nothing was visible began with a height of up to the sky and a width of at least 3 km. Before they were a compact bright, snow-white subway station. Above the heads, the sky was perched. The deformed parallel straight lines of the clouds reflected the just-occurred crack of the celestial dome. One could admire the sight of a colorful postcard of the achievements of the capitalist economy with the inscription: "Admire, here we have finished dividing." How are you finished? In the sense that it is no longer approaching the redistribution. We graduated and graduated capitalistically. As promised to finish, the secret is how it will end. Strips of sunlight reflected from the wall of dust fell on the marble and made it unnatural to glow.

"Nobody warned me again. - Nick did not expect more, it was impossible to disappoint him. At that moment they noticed a mirage above the red-hot red square. Optical refraction under the swaying of the air made me see a moving image. The monument to Dzerzhinsky, covering his face with his hands, rejected the shameful vision. The three arrivals saw themselves quite close to the backdrop of the big theater.

- Perhaps, no one knew that this could be. Nobody wants to know what others need there. - Alex tried to think aloud, observing how completely insignificant movements of airlifted a touch of white ash, and he immediately moved to settle. Large dust, highlighted by a white stone, seemed like snowflakes.

- This Nobody is the right kid. Does what he wants. I will do what I want, too. - John was well read and added: if I do not die from radiation.

The deceptive calm of the cemetery against the backdrop of the grandiose destruction caused a response in intuition: the feeling of an ongoing terrible danger. On the frontal side of the train, a grandiose image of the face of the first cosmonaut expressed a bad foreboding. Panic rolled from all sides. Another train came up behind and drove along the neighboring road to the line in front of which the first train stopped. A freckled, freckled guy with curly hair came out onto the platform and went to the train car.

"We must get down immediately, although we are already dead." In an hour the skin will peel off. Painkillers would have time to find. - Nick clearly remembered the lesson on the damaging factors of the nuclear explosion and shared knowledge.

"We are at the bottom of the unknown." But judging by the size of the funnel, the total radiation background is deadly within a radius of two kilometers. - Alex just out loud analyzed what happened, looking for an understanding of what is happening.

Curly, having passed through the open first door, stood in front of them. "Take one at a time to minimize the damage from radiation," the man entered and held out a palm with three blue jellies. Inside the transparent capsules, numerous white grains were seen. Kind man, in general silence, handed the beans with a liquid with nanorobots of white color mixed with it. Then he went to the cab of the driver, moved the lever. Composition of gathering speed carried the future team of cyborgs in the opposite direction. Appearance brand new evoked a sense of celebration. New things were perfectly fitting on him: a blue jacket with a zipper in the front, a shirt, jeans and black shiny shoes resembling a jacket. He left the driver's cab, sat next to Nick and stared at the door next to John. Everyone threw a glance there. A greenish-brown tick landed on the knee. He carefully moved it into his palm and stroked it. The tick jumped aside. "What's your name?" Will your tablets help us survive? "- Alex asked."

- RUS. They will help you survive and you will not need other means. I should be close to you soon. I can help.

"Ruslan", - Alex guessed and advised: "to be represented better by a full name". Ruslan glanced at John, "Th, Jonathan, bro," he said, reacting, he noticed that the curly-haired boy was not older than him and allowed himself familiarity." "Cool, "said Ruslan, Alexander and Nikolai also introduced themselves in full names." "Twice." Alexander turned to Nicholas and asked him: "Do you know what it was? "John stood up abruptly and asked:" What was that? " "Now I find out" - Nick pushed the five on his phone, put it to his ear, again chose the five and listened. Then he leaned back and said: "Combat alarm. Urgently arrive at the duty station. And we just were there. We were at the Kremlin's metro station. There is no Kremlin. "Alex turned to Ruslan:" Tell us what happened to the Kremlin. "Ruslan, constantly looking at Alex began to tell:" A military pensioner serving in the Moscow missile defense, thinking about the accomplished removal of Lenin from the mausoleum, deeply disappointed in the construction of capitalism and blew up the Kremlin a missile with a nuclear charge. "None of those present was surprised, although the Kremlin itself felt sorry." I guessed it was you hacker RUS! Did you hack someone a mail? Tell me. "Alex asked. Yes. Not hacked but put a gadget on your safety forecast in order to preserve your state of life. Now I'm getting information about threats to your security. When I can help to avoid danger." "Thank you, I'm very grateful to you. Well, I do not understand why you do it. Explain, please. Only you are some kind of laconic, be kind, more detailed. When, why, what does it mean "when can I?", - Alex several times left his head impatiently.

Ruslan: "After you started broadcasting your color music, in everyday conditions my wave background is like that of people flying in an airplane." For passengers, the sound of engines is a monotonous noise, with which everything merges, only through your color music is the absorption of this background. translated any color changes into the reference parameters, now any deviations from the classics are immediately perceived as false, which makes it noticeable that a new or ordinary incoming message will appear that does not merge monotonously into the background.

I did not have a sample of this art. The skillful combination of beautiful movements of forms and color music gave me an example of harmony. So I had to help you to continue your work. There are several explanations for the context of the said "when I can": first, not all the dangers I will be able to prevent; second, the goal does not always justify the means; thirdly, it is inadmissible to interfere with the natural course of global catastrophes under certain conditions. "John stood up again, for the question:" everything is so strange and the way you talk about it. You are that alien." "No, I'm not an alien,"- RUS with these words raised his hand to his face and wiped his nose." I hear sarcasm about global catastrophes, "Alex said ironically, and immediately noticed Nick's mocking squint. Looking at the officer, he asked:

- Do not you have a headache twice a day? Will! Atmospheric pressure rises, breaking the metabolism of the brain and intracranial pressure. The body is not controlled by the diseased brain. There are pains in the heart. Immunity decreases. More and more diseases are different and contagious. And yes, after the increase comes a decrease in pressure, from which harm to health is expressed by an even longer list. Many have already started to have a headache, but everyone will.

Everyone looked attentively at Alex, and he continued:

- Think Global warming and the fact that this has already happened on Venus, joking. Venus and the planet earth are twins. All the same,the thing that was on Venus has almost happened on Earth when the soup was cooked from dinosaurs. 65000000 years ago, multiple hurricanes together in their effect formed Hypergan. The wind at a speed of up to 1000 kilometers per hour rushed along the surface of the earth, raising water and earth to the top, which interrupted the usual thermal insulation. The whole planet! The surface of the planet has warmed to 100 degrees Celsius. Figuratively speaking, the soup was cooked from dinosaurs, and literally too. All this will happen again before our very eyes." "At the same time, we will turn on all air conditioners and cool down to the desired temperature, "Nick suggested. To this, RUS objected: "It's impossible, the air conditioner cools in one place, and in another, it heats up as much."

 John attached importance to his words by getting up. He only said important things, so he rose again: "Scientists have already come up with a way to reflect the sun's rays to spray Coal dust in the air and to blow up nuclear bombs." Nick ironically remarked: "They would first have to live in the coal mine for a week themselves, and every day to blow up an atomic bomb, that's when it will start on the career ladder." Social elevators will only go to the top, I would look at it on TV. " The curly-haired boy brightened up: "I would also look if the idea of scientists applies to the whole planet."

Alex used to be in the minority. From time to time it seemed to him that for others he chose very complex words in conversation. Now he decided to be simple as the truth: "In 40 years we will all die; the planet gives less and less heat to the outside and heats up." The 2-degree rise has already occurred, the height of the atmosphere has increased by 5 km, the atmospheric pressure has increased accordingly. Over the next 15 years, changes will also occur slowly and unnoticeably for people, as for a person holding a hand in a hot water bath when they pour boiling water on it. It really will not react until it gets scorched. Therefore, in 25 years, not only politicians but also scientists will build bunkers for themselves, the population will be calm knowing that Bosses are concerned about salvation. The leaders who take responsible decisions are so honest and will say: "we are looking for salvation "They did not even worry about the next generation, so one can still explain their hatred of science fiction, and after 40 years the atmospheric pressure will be the same as at a depth of 10 m under water. At this pressure, in some parts of our planet, the boiling point will come much earlier than now, creating conditions that are incompatible with life. Artificial climate control for the entire planet is a luxury that under capitalism is unattainable. They will drive part of the population to work. Another part will be busy destroying the other. Another part of the manager they generally can not work, I will keep silent about investors. Oh, yes, on the whole planet everything is already so!

Salvation is real, as I calculated, only in the developing economy. Only China will not plow at all. Salvation is possible only if all production on the planet is imprisoned in order to improve the life of workers working to ensure the welfare of the whole society. Society will not pull the yoke in the presence of dampening parasites and even enslave the entire population. Such an economy should cover the entire planet without borders and division into nationalities. And now who does not care? Only me! "Alexander asked a rhetorical question: He did not wait for an answer, but Jonathan got up and said:" Me too." "So, start with this saying the last time we live. I do not care ", - said Nikolay. They looked at Ruslan, "I do not care", - the Rus guessed. "I see how the majority of the world's population as a whole is indifferent to salvation," Alex summed up.

Nick smiled joked: "How to do without a nationality. Here is Rus like the crest. What is it without a nationality? You see how he is against it at once. "Rus quite calmly answered the question:" What does the Ukrainian language mean? I do not mind being without a nationality. "Alex intervened:" Ruslan quit. Do not get excited. All the same, we all do not have a nationality for the mother. We are all half without a nationality. "Turning to Nick, Alex asked the question: "Who can travel and where to go?"

Nick said: "Even under the Soviet Union, for the workers and collective farmers who come to see the Kremlin and visit the Lenin Mausoleum, 4 stations have been built on the perimeter of Moscow next to large hotels." It was finished and a surprise was to be provided to 14 oligarchs for direct passage to the Kremlin. They, including my boss, were killed today, and nowhere else to go." "Give me 20 cards,"-John immediately reacted.

Alex replied: "There are only 14 here, I'll take one for myself." We need to look at the new stations. "These Soviet masterpieces are for sure made as museum pieces made of marble, now it's worth billions of dollars.

-You must see. I'll go there now. Enter through the old cinema, behind the parking lot on which we left the cars. I believe there is access to the information center. We must go and find out what happened. Someone there must be to miss, "- concluded Nick and took from the pack a brochure with a card.

"Nick, we'll go with you. John, give us the cards, we have two more in the car,"-Alex asked. After leaving the car, they descended from the platform to the parking lot. Three of them went to a separately standing building three stories high. The building with the inscription on the top edge of the "cinema" on the side facing them was without windows and looked like a box. John ran to the car behind Boris and Ira. The first to enter the lone door under the sign of the cash register came Nick. Entering inside the trio was opposite two policemen dressed in uniforms. One of them said: "There will be no kin". "We are not behind this. We're at the station. Now for us three more will come, "-specified Nick. One of the police responded: "register" and pointed to the window with the cash register. Rus went to the window and held out a transparent plastic card, on one short side in the middle was a metal connector and next to it, looking like a large coin, a metal round with a double-headed eagle on both sides. The smiling girl inserted the card into a suitable connector in a box on the table and asked: "Look at the glowing light on your right, Name your name." Rus slightly turned his head to the right. He peered at the lens under the green light of a small light bulb, said: " What's Up, Man. My Name’s Ruslan." "Thank you."- said the girl after giving the card to Ruslan, restrained her laughter, she turned to the audience:"next." When Ruslan turned around he saw, John, Boris, Ira smiling at him. Nick, looking at Ira with a smile suggested:

-Please, take a photo of yourself. Choose whatever name, say anything, recognition is done by voice

Niko thought that Ira slowly raised her eyebrows. Without taking his attentive eyes from him, she slowly bent her head slightly. Small dots appeared on her cheeks. The man became interested in her face, feeling the attractiveness of the girl.

Mysteriously, the small imperceptible dimples on her cheeks made her image cheerful and kind at the same time. He first thought of her.

The registration was unexpectedly quick, without any questions: "Use the elevator," said the girl from the window to Nick, who was the last one and did not leave after thanking her. One of the policemen pointed to the sash in the wall, Alex came first and pressed his fingers on a glowing square. "Nick moved the card to the glowing reader and the elevator doors opened automatically, the marble white walls were visible in the cab, and everyone was free to move in. The elevator automatically closed off the young men from the police. la stifled and cast short glances at the courteous Nick. I was pressured by the thought that he was thinking about her behavior in a machine that seemed to her most cheeky. The visitors were standing in a colorful green color area. The transparent cube hanging on shiny steel cables fell smoothly from the ceiling onto the floor by the wall between the doors. With a free survey, looking around the small hall of the subway palace, they felt that they were immersed in a luxury pool. In the middle stood a chic huge Malachite bowl, topped with a top with rounded edges and with a rounded end. It was a table with wooden chairs, like chairs, for 14 people. The walls and ceiling of the magnificent hall were different in color from the bowl and also looked malachite. The floor was made of plastic with a rough surface on which in different places there were tides of color: brown and gold with white. The Magic Queen "The Mistress of the Copper Mountain" as expected would come in a moment. A lot of daylight was emitted from short golden tubes and filled the room. Most of the light traveled to a point 3 meters above the Table-cup and the cluster of light looked like a radiant ball. In the walls on each short side of the rectangle of the hall were 2 doors. In the open doors, John walked first left to the door and took hold of the handle and pulled himself towards him. The door opened, and only then did John stop to think. It was an office. A large monitor hung three meters from the table, beside a large desk was an office equipment. Passing through the office, he opened the door and found himself in the kitchen with a bar counter. John opened the refrigerator and quickly took a bottle of beer. Alex also immediately intercepted the beer: "You're early." and put the bottle on the bar. Passing through and opening the next door, John got into the toilet with a bathtub and the next door to the bedroom. The people who followed him were with him standing around the bed. "I was the first to find it." Chur is mine. "You remind me of my grandfather in the days of the new start, when he saw the seaport in Leningrad," Nick grinned.

Alex went to the malachite bowl, raised the edge and moved the table slightly. After that, without moving the chair, standing next to it, sat on it in the liberated space. John followed him on the next side and grabbed the edge of the table. He began to yank at him with all his strength. The table did not move. Clutching the back of the chair, John pushed it and sat down. Nick after the village decided to enlighten the audience and accompanied his actions with the story: "Take this box with a groove for your fingers." Inserting the plastic here, the monitor with the menu on it comes down from the top, you can choose a rectangle. For example, with the word "communicator" and scroll the wheel under with the index finger, then the field increases, you read the inscriptions and choose the most frequently used contact or order a new one. "Girl, write down the contact" Hefty Alex "on Alex sitting next to him and call him. "- Nick said and continued to comment:" Here comes a window with a silhouette of a girl with a headset and a microphone. You know, when the telegraph was captured in the revolution, the soldier shouted, "the girl connect the resin." I saw this in a movie. Here, access to the information center, where a dozen professionals are ready to help you find any information. And yes, I must say: "girl show news video about what happened to the Kremlin." Put the hand on top and twist the ball to control the cursor. Choose news from the proposed artificial intelligence on the screen. At least from the first channel. "The monitor turned on the live video reported:" The president is alive, our own, he was not in the Kremlin. Everything happened because of the excessive zeal of the leaders in the construction of the children's entertainment center Oktyabrenok. For entertainment, they created the effect of historical presence in the social homeland and for this they transported to the copy of Lenin's mausoleum. Futile parasites, always complaining about the lack of money, misunderstood what is happening. It was expected that the removal of Lenin from the mausoleum will be followed by the reaction of PR people. These unpatriotic people are ready to discuss anything just to mention them. It was necessary to explain that this is temporary. Those who did this were schizophrenic, but they loved our people's leader and avoided harming him. "The people laughed at the ambiguity of the phrase: not all schizophrenics are capable of loving their leader, some just pretend.

-It will be fun. In the entertainment city, a lot of carousels and a swing will cheer our children. We also took care of your children: for children whose parents do not want to earn money for tickets to such holiday towns, we have developed " do you find a job" program. Children were given a place in the central park for small business. You can put tables for selling lemonade. There they can meet potential employers after work. - The sunny rabbit played playfully on the bald head of the President and his festive mood was transmitted to the viewers together with the words.

On the screen, the camera showed the journalist from above. Behind her stood in the same black uniform the president and a dozen military men. The leader and the crowd of the guard raised their fists and shouted: "We are together." Those present learned on the video of Nick. "Even so!" - Ira looked at the value of the celebrity. Nick pressed on the table. The heavy table did not flinch, but the chair under the embarrassed interlocutor tilted to fall. Alex rescued him from falling, pulling out a firm hand, returned the chair to four legs. "How do you call by position? "The Buddhist asked." Nick answered: "Military. Sometimes it seems only I know that my position is the chief of the security staff of the Kremlin. "At the bottom of the screen, a running line of text reported the news:" With the successful detention of a dangerous criminal, passers-by died. "John, lounging on the armchair, announced valiantly:" We'll build a new Kremlin for you!  "Everyone laughed again, the leader appeared in a suit for ballroom dancing, the initiator of the new caste" The Beautiful King "threw in the camera:" Dance Free Russia. "

"I want to go to university, but I do not even have the money to live." Before birth, I was shackled "all for money". I am not free! - John sighed about the unrealizable dream of a drowned man to be free on the water, unable to swim.

"While young" the young stellar girl from the TV shouted and began to dance with the old man with the salsa.

"Do not be so smart." - the girl shared a secretive secret. Ira stretched out her hand and lightly touched the boy's forehead, dreaming of education, with a fingertip. Expressive sponges read the spell for a carefree free life:

- Tearlim bom bom

          Tearlim bom bom

                 I hit my head

                        by the barrier wall - after passing through the air with her hand she finished with a magic word:

- Free!

Boris laughed loudly. Jokes over the words amused him since he began to notice hypocrisy in life.

On the frame in the high-definition video it became evident how an old man fell on the shaved part of the small forehead closer to the temple with a fresh scar from the brace, a powder came down from the brace near the temple. On the monitor in the upper right corner, a rectangle with the inscription "Hello Alex" jumped out. A man's voice sang: "Hey Alex." Alex took out his phone and said in a low voice: "He's busy, he's storming the Winter Palace". Without answering, he kept the contact "The Malachite Bowl". "Girl, show a picture and a video of a man named Jonathan Govorun from Babushkina Street". John said distinctly and loudly in the window of the girl with the earpiece, Sochi appeared after a couple of seconds on the screen. John winks at the green light and does the dab. "Will there be questions?" Alex asked. "They do not have smart questions, but they do not ask stupid questions," Nick explained in a military manner.

[1] Cossacks - this estate fulfilling the role of forceful coercion and punishment on the orders of the authorities. The Cossacks distinguished themselves by extreme socially significant actions when forced to enslave the peasant population of Russia. In the years of Lenin's construction of the world's first social state for the benefit of the working people. Economic development in those years is characterized by UN documents. By which Russia is equated to economic development to India. This is especially significant when you consider that in India is also a class structure of society. The class society practically stops development.

[2] The text is adapted for listening.


Unreasonable child.


Ruslan asked Alex if he could live in his home. The muscular man asked him how long he will stay. Then he learned that the artificial body that Rus uses as an avatar is designed for 200 years plus 30% safety margin, total 260 years. But the probability of a global catastrophe is so great that it takes only 40 years to plan. For 10 minutes they argued over the name of the alien. Still, Ruslan could not admit to himself as an alien, and after the phrase "yes and I only speak Rus," the argument was stopped. The rest of the time they walked to the house Alex asking long questions and receiving short answers.

The door was opened by a woman who was about 50 years old, in jeans and a sweater.

"Who's here?"-she said.

Alex quickly went inside. Turning he saw that the curly-haired boy was still standing outside.

- Come quickly, otherwise, you will wash your hands without soap if you let out the heat.

Rus immediately went in, adding a few more questions to his memory.

“Mom. This is Rus.” – said Alex and took off his shoes and left.

Alex’s mom looked at the young man standing there. The bumps of mud with snow on the toes of his boots flowed downward. Under his nose there are red spots from the frequent wiping of droplets of condensate from the nose. White circles on the cheeks testified to the body's hypothermia.

"My child, stupid puddles do not allow our boy to pass!" Mom clasped her hands together and folded them together: Take off your shoes, Ruslanchik. Sit down on a chair. - the woman pointed to the passage with her hand. She went ahead and took out a tray with boxes and tubes from the locker. Finding in it a thermometer handed it to Rus.

-Stick it in your armpit. The poor fellow must be saved. Sasha starts your tea ceremony, we will solder it with taiga tea with honey.

Mom, having given the order to her son, left the kitchen. When she returned, she turned to the young man

"Lift your legs," and seeing that he did not understand, explained: "Raise your feet and I'll help you put on your socks." She touched Rus's bare feet, shook her head and loosely put on thick woolen socks on his feet.

- It is necessary to warm you. With tea, vitamin C and a lot of vitamins will drink. I'll get you a pill for a cold. Now the main heat, from high temperatures all viruses and bacteria will die. My child will immediately recover.

Mom took off her scarf from the waistband and tied the scarf on his throat, carefully wrapping it three times.

- To kill the flu virus, I will warm it up to 70 degrees for 60 minutes - Rus looked understanding. And the woman threw up her hands and sympathetically said:

- so pasteurized, and not treated. Give me a thermometer.

On the thermometer, a column of mercury rose to the end of the scale of figures.

- there is good news, the temperature will no longer rise higher. 42 degrees is the limit of the scale. Who knows that understands that the limit is the end of the medical history. Outside of the usual, a circus with horses begins. -Alex’s mum still stood there, trying to digest what she had seen. Then she bent down and put her lips to the forehead of a curly boy. She kept her hands on his forehead for a second to feel the temperature and make sure that the temperature was acceptable.

- Tell me, what's going on with you? She stared intently at Rus's eyes. His dark gray pupils looked normal. But she felt a strong anxiety for the boy turning into dizziness.

- Managed biological beings with artificial intelligence have artificial climate devices in the body. - Avatar drew his fingers to the upper tooth cutter. A rod of a length of 10 centimeters covered with ice crystals stretched out with a transparent droplet of blood flowing along it. Watching the increasing eyes of the interlocutors to the size of a large coin, he quickly figured out to remove the part.

Alex’s mom leaned against the wall with her hand:

"I'd rather not ask!"

- Yes, it was necessary to answer that the thermometer broke. And that's all, you know? - Alex stubbornly looked at the unearthly miracle: "People are vulnerable! They have a way out of the ordinary way as a shoe on the head."

The woman fainted for a short moment and slid to the floor. She smiled plaintively at the curls of the child. Alex leaned toward her and said:

- Do not worry! He just looks simple, but in the soul, he's an artist. - The big man saw her hand move to stop his intention to approach her, then he decided to leave his mother to sit alone at the wall and asked for a self-made being: do not show others your anatomical features, it's indecent.

The son was very fond of his mother, so he knew how after the event she was waiting for tea. The ritual, formed for years, served as a pretext for family communication and, of course, a properly prepared tea brick for the foundation of proper nutrition. Alex poured bottles of spring water from scientifically recognized sources into the kettle and turned it on. In the kitchen for tea affairs stood a high table with a wooden countertop and an internal section closing on two glass doors.

The inner state of a person is of great importance in everyday life. There is a simple explanation with weights on two bowls and a complex one about the interaction of mental forces. First: put on one cup, and the same thing turns out to be on the second one. An oscillation is perturbed, which decays and comes to rest. Second: Make no mistake, because it's not about the worldview, it's not about the motivation of the future or the semantic assessment of the past. The internal state is represented as a measurement of inner strength, full of energy. More now, talk about peace of mind, but that's not all. What kind of inner state can be reached when the goal of peace of mind has already been achieved. It is clear that in fact, we are trying to achieve the goal of peace of mind and for this, we do a lot. Quite another matter is auto-suggestion, but the same spiritual construction of peace of mind is achieved speculatively. To show kindness, to do useful things for people, to behave so as not to offend anyone else, to gain the approval of an outsider and to sow a chain of good deeds - all this will be necessary for a person only when he feels the desirability of acting in a human way. Hereditary ties fill the life of a person with meanings. The mind does not understand this. The inner world of a person is collected from pieces. She takes cover with a thin cloth of public consciousness. It requires constant love. The soul has a duty: to produce the Faith in all that is human. This is the only direct violation of the laws of thermodynamics. Efforts, the spent energy for the restoration of spiritual forces, produce repeatedly overlapping their human energy for life. Half an hour for a tea ceremony, this is the attention of a loved one who will return a hundredfold. Yoga trains us to properly relax. The right tea drinking is a powerful exercise of vitality. After many years of correct use, a reward comes - it is a feeling of pleasant relaxation and pleasure. After this, a person is always ready for feats and has changed his life to the best, having earned the gratitude of the people around him.

The woman began to climb. "Help" -she said,  turning to Alex for help as she would do to a rational being, who rushed to raise her mother. The man continued grumbling: "Correct your mistakes. I'll take you by the hand and carefully help you sit on a chair." "People need moral support from those who are around! Study!"

Having helped his voluntary nurse, Rus expressed doubts about tea: "So should I be treated with tea or not?"

Alex happily supported the conversation:

- I represent the highest league of spiritual development Yoga-tea. Through the hassle of tea, we replace the obsession with everyday affairs. Emotionally calming down, we gain strength. Then the most important thing is to set yourself up for new things. This is the process of transition from a state of rest to a productive activity. Only a favorable attitude towards the surrounding reality will serve as an effective activity. In other words, the process of self-awareness.

Alex accompanied his speech with actions. He took a large one-liter ceramic kettle and put it on a circle to warm up the kettle. The electric stove in the middle of a smooth as glass surface took place for tea. On the control panel for tea tiles, I chose the third temperature level. He explained: "The taiga pantry is very reliable and opens at a high temperature but does not bring to a boil otherwise it will start to be welded all in a row and give bitterness. It should be useful and pleasant if you follow the temperature. Remove the kettle when reaching white boiling water. Bubbles at the bottom only appeared, do not overdo it, it's better to be healthy and cheerful than sick and sad."

- Rusik, are you a robot? - Mom did not want to change the subject. The curly boy leaned his hands on the base of the chair and pulled his legs up a bit. At the toes of his thick socks leaned over. This extra part of the sock of a larger size hung down and with lovely outlines reminded her of a very badly folded origami-frog.

- We are all robots a little. No, I'm not a robot. I am a reasonable being. The contemplative part is organic, grown according to the biological principle of the transfer of heredity.

"Mom, he is in space, and here is his avatar." He made himself out of his DNA, which he inherited from his Father. He talks to you himself and at the same time, he does a lot of things while flying to the edge of our galaxy. Mom, he's good, he's for justice.

The man at the stove was pouring dried tea leaves into the teapot, bored a pinch of St. John's wort, spooned a few drops of magnolia vine a couple of times, put a lump of taiga honey from a cup with a small silver fork, dabbled an herb and one leaf of a ginkgo-biloba. Alex poured boiling water to brew taiga tea. After a second of hesitation, he took a grater and rubbed a lemon on it, neatly not removing the white layer under a yellow crust. "Sure”, it's always right to do as you like, so there's more chance that others will like it," the muscular man shared his thoughts.

- Do you have a mom? "The woman wanted details."

"Only my father." The organic component of my brain is induced for self-development. The transfer of inherited biosequence is completely copied from my father. At his choice, my organic molecules of the duplicating regions of the brain are compressed to metallic organo-plates. I transferred these areas of the brain to the avatar and synchronize telepathically through metal-fibers. Father works as a mineral-developing complex in the area of Alpha Lion - the brightest star in the Regula system. It creates the newest organic molecules and reserves of self-installing mineral sources. Everyone I know admires his unique creativity in creating hereditary metal organoplastes from parents. Their use naturally replaces the dying part of the brain with time, switching all functions and consciousness to a new area. I am all hereditarily organized male bio installed creature. With his ability to create and create a new one. On me, he applied his latest achievements so that my service to the ideals of the existence of life received public recognition. For a thousand years with him there is no connection, I really miss him. My journey is quite long and autonomous.

"Mom, did not you forget anything?" You ask the traveler not have fed him. Ruslan, do you like the flavor of the drink?

- By the smell of the ingredients, I determine how useful the composition of the drink. Taiga tea promises to be useful. It is logical to be positive in anticipation of this tea. Yes, I like it. The non-uniformity of the temperature in the teapot leads to a conjecture about the presence of ether substances and the activation of natural protein molecules. It is interesting.

Mom went to the refrigerator and brought sandwiches on a plate under a transparent wrapper. She unfolded it and carefully pushed it towards the boy. Then from the tea table there appeared drying-bagels, decorated with sweets in paper wrappers. Alex poured tea from a ceramic teapot over large white circles of fine ceramics. Especially for Rus gave an explanation:

- Curly, you can not drink boiling water. Because of a burn, there is a danger of a throat cancer. However, there is a technology, slurping, which helps when drinking too hot a drink. In our family, this is the male line from my mother's family that is passed on from generation to generation. I often had tea with my grandfather. If you want, you do not want to watch this technology. The main thing is not to take big sips. Tea in the mug should be in the level with the mouth. Before you swallow, you start sucking in the air with your mouth touching the edge of the mug. Then just tilt the mug and grab a small sip of tea. It is very important that the process is accompanied by a loud gurgling sound in the mouth. The louder the sounds of drinking, the more soulful it turned out. Sometimes the process of sobbing is better than the process of tea drinking. Tea is even tastier from this.

The woman continued to ask questions and found out that before her a living person asked:

"What age are you, boy?" How long do you want to be human?

- I have 2 days. I want to become a man for longer and more!

- So, you still need to hold your head. We'll take care of you. I personally will show more care than others.

-Do it, please. He saved me twice in two days. I owe him twice everything. - Alex finally figured out one plus one, extended his hands to the savior and embraced him:

-Thank you so much. I'm your double lucky friend for always.

Mom hugged them from above. Dinner lasted 3 hours. Alex lived with his mother in a 4-room apartment. In the Soviet era, they received it for free for a family of four. Continuing the logical sequence of how the Soviet system developed rapidly, one can assume that by 2020 the state would hand out individual palaces, for all free of charge, of course. Or the tank in hand, free again. Rus settled in a room where the young inventor first experienced a gravitational transmitter. I managed to find out that Ruslan, despite his youthful appearance, had already lived for 2000 years. Or 2 days in a new body, to grow up as a person for his life he simply did not have any opportunities. All that he did was move in space to the place of his future location. Technical talks, which he constantly has to keep out of account. Its size is two thousand two hundred and fifty and another two hundred and fifty kilometers. In the number of hundreds of RUS, it is larger than many thanks to the presence of a transformation engine consisting of gravitational and gravitational repulsion engines. Education corresponds to a civilization of 100 million years. Education has not yet led to a self-sufficient personality. Due to the lack of social practice, he was not qualified for public decisions. This meant that he could not make decisions on behalf of society. Equipment of technical devices based on any possible and impossible situations. The transformer itself serves not only as a motor. In the process of creating a material object, it possesses no oriented gravity. Practically without the weight and other physical characteristics. Initially, the process of plasma materialization into an object occurs. Then vice versa the reverse process is the negation of materialization. The change of these two processes is synchronized in engines of the gravitational following and in engines of gravitational repulsion. Using the example of ball lightning, one can clearly see how the object of the plasma changing properties hovers in the air without being subject to gravity. In fact, then following gravity, then pushing your gravity away from the spatial. In different physical conditions, different gravitational ties arise for newly formed matter. Always stronger Gravity brings its properties to a less powerful object. For example, the acceleration may be hundreds of times smaller or larger, but from being on Earth will become terrestrial acceleration g. RUS independently operates its own resources, develops as a person, is determined and enthusiastic to fulfill its mission: for hundreds of thousands of years to serve as a relay universal station. Rus is very proud that it can help in synchronizing the transfer of the user to the zone of virtual participation in the VPZ. The zone was controlled by AI artificial intelligence called Machine. Alex asked me to show the VPZ. Machine -computer, if properly called the human language, was a complex, the size of the star of Proxima Centauri, blocking the black hole and using its energy. This device included a VPZ, as the computer starts Windows. Rus was encouraged to show the simulator on the VPZ but first announced that it was necessary to contact Mashina. To do this, he connected the magnetron to the light bulb and after saying the words: "Never stick your head to the microwave radiation line, you can burn all the metalloproteins", turned on the transmitter. After a minute of the communication, session RUS returned to the topic: You know, metal-fibers in the brain interact with gravity. Your feature of the development of a metal of proteins in the brain could develop. At me, it is completely artificial, and at mankind could evolve inability of the realized interaction with an information flow. In one case, this is the management of a group of people telepathically, in the other, each having an implant for deciphering gravitational signals can draw an unlimited amount of information.

Rus agreed to invite those wishing to see the virtual simulator and offered to invite only John and Nick, as adapted from within the nanobots to move. Making phone calls with them, Alex agreed to meet in the morning at the park.

  The next day, Alex and Rus walked to the 12-story building where John lived. Alex got through to John. Nick came to the car and said: "I have everything for about 10 minutes." Alex called John: "There's no time to wait." John at this time stood in the hallway and frantically searched for his keys in the pockets of clothes on the coat rack. Having lost his patience, he answered: "Do not wait for me, I can not come in. I can not open the door." There is no clue. " Inspiringly, he glanced at the kitchen table and saw the key to the front door. Three adventurers crossed the road and entered the park. Above the heads of the guys, a spark flashed high in the sky, the trajectory of which passed over a bench in the park. "We need to get to that bench," said Rus, pointing the direction with his hand. He led them to the transfer area and prepared to understand that they would be in the virtual participation zone (vpz): "Now there is a prepared and connected the cross-dimensional travel platform." Passing to the place, they came out on a green grassy lawn and disappeared from sight. As they thought, there were external changes, but there was a change in their physical essence: they literally fell out of space and time. For them, the perception of virtual participation in vpz began. The young people went through several steps in space, where everything around was more colorless than usual. Within a couple of meters of this site, everything seemed faded in gray shades. Suddenly they went to the roof of a tall building. Around everything looked normal. From their place of view, the sky looked immensely large. The dusk sun lit the sky to the very depths. Shadows moved almost instantly in space. At an altitude of 80 km, noctilucent clouds quickly formed. From the depths of the boundless sky, these clouds, driven by an invisible impulse with the speed of a falling meteor, hit the ozone layer, knocking out a sheaf of thousands of sparks. Slow down, as the ships of the aliens, they sank to the surface of the earth. The beginning to darken, giving to all surrounding blue-black color. In the place where there is a large power plant, when the clouds contact with electric ovens, they jump out into the top of the lightning. Accumulations of lightning began to form accumulations of ball lightning. Pushing and overtaking each other with acceleration, fire spheres of different sizes approached everything that rises. In a minute it's already clouds of ball lightning, hanging over towers, antennas, buildings. The car drove up to the gates of the power station and a man emerged from it. When he looked up at the clouds of fireballs, some of them jerked towards the car. The first of them pushed the car with an explosion and threw it on the passing train. In the windows of the car, you can see faces of the numb passengers. Whose views follow the car flying on them, which, scattering pieces of flame, hit the car. Alex noticed how the moon began to approach, second by second increasing in size. "He's going to do it," Alex exclaimed rhetorically. "If the calculation is correct, then after the collision with the Earth.The moon will again become a bagel," replied the Rus. In the nearest city, in Moscow, water masses with people adhering to them and cars pulled to the top to the Moon. In the voids formed without water, whole residential areas began to fall under the earth. A large plane collided with such a water lake in the air, but did not rush to Earth, but continued, spinning to rush somewhere. One of the fireballs, flying everywhere, chaotically struck the wall, which remained, after the collapse of the tall building. The wall slowly tipped but did not fall on the people standing under it. After a momentary pause, people began to scatter.

-They can not know that they will perish together with the planet. - The officer turned away from what was happening and took a couple of steps, involuntarily wishing to move away. "Here, everyone will die with their native planet," he began to think about climate change on earth, which would lead to the death of people. Alex's thoughtfulness in response to Nick's thoughts grew into anger: "What a shame when the planet remains, and the whole population is gone." Alex realized: Nick, I hear your thoughts. Behind Nika, Luna threw the earth into a rattling of flaming and flying fragments. The curving continents of the plasma are connected in a bagel. The surface of the unusual planet was covered with a crust of red-brown tiles, between which fountains of orange geysers wriggled. Alexander: "I do not want to see it." "Someone will stop it?" "What a wild fantasy, I hope, God will not give a horn to a cow." Rus: "He is a minor, who will allow him to do this, will educate, convince for 100 years." Some will remain underage for life, some of them do not have the right to independent activity, I already have a maintenance service and a gravitational tracing. " Alex smiled at his thoughts and said aloud: "an unreasonable child." Nick looking at his friend gave a meaningful: "I agree, I heard you."

Following Alex, Nikolai and RUS jogged, John, slowly catching up with new friends. He noticed them coming to the park when he left the house. At 10 meters from him, before his eyes, they disappeared from view. Following on his heels, he also skirted the bench and disappeared from the viewpoint in the same place. John turned away from the invisible platform. Traced the crushed grass from his legs, bypassing the bench. At 5 meters from it, the path along the grass ended. Around it, gleaming dew drops, untouched grass grew. The space without color did not contrast with the surrounding background due to the gradation of the shades of gray and the preservation of the image from any viewing angle. Once again, on the green grass of the same bench, the brain involuntarily concealed the difference. The young man stopped and waited a minute. "We have to start every day with jogging," John said cheerfully and went home on the run calling Alex. After the first hoot, he heard: "Speak." "I'm looking for you." I saw you in the park and ran after you. "Where did you go?" "We're right behind you." Turn around. " John turned around and saw before him Alex, Nikolay, and Rus. "What's the name of this unintelligent child?" John heard Alex's question. "Ruslan," said the curly-haired boy. "Alex said:" shabby? "John became interested:" Ruslan, what have you done?" "A bagel, "Rus replied shortly. Alex spoke briefly about Rus and Ruslan's baking abilities. After that John found out that he was in the simulator of earthly life. The environment around him was a zone of virtual participation VPZ, created by a machine with an organic brain. He was embroiled in extraordinary travels and for a long time in detail became acquainted with life in space. To begin with, John asked Rus about the work of the VPZ in detail and met with Mashina. The time spent in the VPZ, in reality, did not last. Therefore, John, not afraid to grow old, lived years in simulators of different communities of extraterrestrials and those that have long lived without planets. He saw that the experience of the survival of civilizations made it necessary to repeat the process of the formation of every newborn into a member of society. The basis of this case is the same: the study of the natural. Reasonable civilizations necessarily achieve the necessary minimum level of education and education for everyone. Many years passed when he finally met his first love in the vastness of virtual reality. It's time to return to life and experience your destiny on earth. To create a family, to raise children, to fill with meaning your actual life so that it would not be shameful for aimlessly lived years. Overcoming the fear of past failures and being rejected in reality, he aspired to the practical life captured by his emotions.

John watched on the big screen as he first enters the virtual zone. The five-arms robot drew in his direction a brush from which three fingers began to be decomposed by joints one thinner than the other. At the top end, he touched a pimple on the boy's cheekbone. Sparkling instantly burned out a small inflammation without leaving traces. Having cheered up, the Earthman turned to the left and, having passed through the moving ground, descended on the grass in the park. Lovely house, the young man happily inhaled oxygen. Leaving the platform, Alex saw John. "What's the name of this unreasonable child?" - Alex was going to say something else and stopped in anticipation of an answer. "Ruslan," said the curly-haired boy. "All the words seemed to disappear in the stricken Alex." Finding one, he said: "Sbrendil?" John grinned: "Ruslan, did you make a donut hole?" "A bagel," Rus replied shortly and firmly decided to keep silent, remembering the phrase "silence is gold." "You know, Alex, they have a whole collective farm of them on the nearest edge of our galaxy astronauts around the black hole are working. "- John told how following friends pierced the plaza the site of the transfer and mentioned his long stay in the virtual participation zone in a variety of simulators. "Then they decided to talk and went to Bora to another hidden station with the name" St. Sophia Cathedral. "Out of respect for Orthodox Christianity, Borya created an online broadcast studio honored by himself One of these values is the Byzantine calendar, which was used for the chronology from September 1, 5509 BC. e. The Sofia station, installed under the Orthodox cathedral, was the richest. Its vestibule reflected that finished look, which should have been according to the ideas of the masters engaged in gilding church domes. Everyone liked the name "cold window" for the device, which they undertook to do to save the planet. In the cathedral "Holy Sofia", founded in 324, "cold window" sight, where even on the hottest day a cool breeze blows. How Orthodox Boris undertook to recall "Holy Sofia" has always been a Christian temple. As a Buddhist, he was outraged by the idea of the development of society, where it is not supposed to apply terraforming technology on earth to preserve life on earth itself. "This is a fraud of the working people, they promise to colonize Mars when on earth no one can imagine how to survive." Well, what a stupidity! We must forbid the government to mock the weak-minded. "Boris decided to justify the independent online Orthodox Church of the OPC, only without slavery, without earthly idols and blind ecstasy before every master's regime. As a higher clergyman, he no longer removed the silver crosses made for him by Ivan, the hammer, and sickle. Their size was three times that of Alex, who according to Boris is the bearer and guardian of apostolic grace. Friends were going to continue the search for a blessed gift for the priest and create together with him a council for the highest leadership of the church. We arrived at the station "St. Sophia Cathedral". Seeing everyone were happy. Nick greeted the priest for all:

- How are you, Borya?

- Good. Already read the first sermon. This was angry. Bitch. But honest.


A hole from a bagel

John jogged along the park path, slowly catching up with his new friends. The young man noticed his friends walking to the park when he left the house. Among the rare runners in the park in training, he was very prominent in heavy beige half boots and narrow, worn black and brown trousers with patch pockets. At 10 meters from him, before his eyes, they disappeared from view. Following on heels, he also skirted the bench and disappeared from the viewpoint in the same place. Without slowing down, he continued to run and, having overcome 5 meters of space of faded color, again found himself on the green grass beside the same bench. He stopped and waited 10 minutes. "We have to start every day with jogs," John said cheerfully and went home on the move, calling Alex. After the first hoot, he heard: "speak." "I'm looking for you." I saw you in the park and ran after you. "Where did you go?" "We're right behind you." Turn around. " John turned around and saw before him Alex, Nikolay, and Rus. "What's the name of this unintelligent child?" John heard Alex's question. "Ruslan," said the curly-haired boy. "Alex said:" shabby? "John became interested:" Ruslan, what have you done? "" A bagel, "Rus replied shortly. Alex spoke briefly about the relay universal station (RUS) and about the baking abilities of Ruslan. Rus explained in detail that he was fulfilling Alex's request to demonstrate the possibilities of the zone of virtual participation in the VPZ. He clearly sought sympathy from John. He told how he tried to come up with a plot of the demonstration close to the perception of Alex. Took his native planet with the place where he lives. And now he is also guilty of something.

"When the baby, not thinking about the consequences, pokes an adult finger in the eye." That's what it was like, "Alex remarked. Rus' story caused emotions in John about which he did not even suspect. His open mouth finally stirred: "So you're an alien?" Of course not, I'm a huge station intended to receive a signal and then transmit it after amplification. My feature is that as a communication node I will be in the intergalactic space at the borders of the Milky Way galaxy. This is why I have a supply of everything that is necessary for working capacity and ensuring production and development. "

" Are you bigger than a car?"


- Are there more mountains?

-Yes, enough to guess. I am like the Mountain System: the Ural Mountains. Dimensions of the Urals are. The length is the same 2000 km. but the width of two times more.

-Could you show it? - John asked ingratiatingly

-I can. Don’t complain, then.

-Show it to me now” said an impatient boy.

Space around went dark and instantly collapsed. The image of the park and nearby apartment buildings disappeared, having moved to a point in a spiral. Their platform moved into the tube of a changing image. Observers watched the image burst open around them. When the solar system appeared from the point of view in the distant orbit of the earth, the sensation of full presence was covered with ecstasy. Participants of the conversation standing on the platform quickly moved away through the expanses of the solar system. John, looking at the huge distance from the luminary to the ground, trying to estimate their size, had time to think: The size of a pea of land is far from a hefty ball of sun, like a ball for yoga, on which you can sit. The native planet was so far removed from the luminary that it is not at all clear that it is attracted to its star by some miracle. The space full of stars and galaxies unwound like a tablecloth of a self-harassment. The sun has decreased to a point moved, seconds two all the stars remained traced dashes. The site moved visually through outer space.

-I will have 30 galactic years when the sun leaves the galaxy. So many times, the earth together with the sun will turn around the center of the Milky Way. According to theory during this time, our galaxy will leave the field of existence and dissipate within the first dimension, "reported Rus. He remembered that the interlocutors rarely happen in space and explained: only two circles have been made. By earthly standards, it is almost 7 billion years.

The place on which they stood rose above the disk of the galaxy. At that time, the trajectory of their movement leaned in the same direction as before the sun moved underfoot. Flying over the sleeve of Orion, Rus waved in the opposite direction and explained:

-Do you see two big and small Magellanic clouds? I will have a communication bridge to them. Now they are moving away from one of the three communication nodes of our galaxy. Pay attention to the hydrogen trace reaching out to them from the Milky Way. These are the consequences of the active way of communication between galaxies. Old technologies. Now in the 70,000 light years from the previous towards the motion of the Magellanic clouds a new port of communications has been built. This infrastructure is called Machine, which provides our connection with you right now. - Rus waved his hand at the point in space: here I am. To distill with your sun, I move away from the center of the galaxy. The upper part of the disk of the galaxy is the plane of my movement towards the place where a new bridge is being built for the nearest galaxies. There, to stay in place, I'll start moving to meet the sun.

The last circular movements ended in the wave movements of everything visible. In the total darkness, dotted with yellow dots of stars, something like a tree trunk was moving quickly. When approaching, the lights of large cities and small traffic junctions began to differ. The shape began to resemble a bottle with a very long neck. About a third of the length was occupied by a narrower part. It is two times smaller in diameter than the main one. At the end of the narrow part is the transformer of matter. A pair of black ribbons folded one into another. The circles formed by them are twice larger in diameter than the greater part of the station's body. Inside these two band orbits in the center is a sphere of plasma with a diameter of 200 km. The star flickered dimly, appearing and disappearing consistently in different forms each time in different ways. Contemplation calmed and clouded consciousness. The glowing sphere disappeared leaving its transparent image from within or, on another occasion, over which a new star appeared, carrying an opaque appearance.

"Where's your nose?" John asked puzzled.

- Convergence and divergence in the process of logistics in the aftermath of the matter's nigilation leave the multifaceted variability of analytical abstracting. - RUS began to save his face.

- It's you who picked up at a scientific symposium - Alex interrupted him in a clearly dissatisfied voice.

Aah! You do not know! - the young man giggled at the curly-haired boy while poking him with a finger. And indulgently gave advice: Do not worry. I do not know what's inside me. Is that in general terms. When the feeling of hunger wakes up.

-I know what's inside you. The are nanorobots, that I gave to you to protect you against radiation. Also, I have processes and production, set up by robots under the control of artificial intelligence. Avatar and the pad are finished being built, now ask for the resource to replenish. The feeling of hunger and I wake up when the resource needs replenishment.

- thank you very much - Alex bowed Rus to the waist: that timely eliminated the danger of exposure to radiation.

" Notify me about everything, or I'll arrange a short circuit for you." - John said deliberately.

Next to them appeared the image of a girl of twenty. Red curly hair is pressed to the head with a pink rose in the sequins. Growing up with Alexa, the girl looked perfect in a white satin topic and a skirt above the knees. On the common, she was of medium build on long strong, even legs in high shoes. At a beauty contest, she would have no competition. Delicately waving the lovely curl from her eyes, she turned to John: you have to ask Machine for this. Over here is a VPZ, I am in charge of everything in this zone.

"You're a Machine?" - Pointing at her with a finger, the young man babbled.

- Yes.

- And your trilbies are long! Well, I like it.

- Thank you. You have the artist's vision. Only it's beautiful legs.

-You tell me all about yourself, please. What's your name? - suddenly becoming polite, John said. And a second later, as if recollecting:

-Could you do please your look like a high definition? Wait, you need the best that you can, whatever that means. John said quickly.

Machine instantly became a real girl, from which it is impossible to look away. All the colors became bright and contrast. The white satin looked like a strong impenetrable marble outfit of white radiance. The topic and the skirt looked like precious fetters for health and body warmth. The face was sparkling with blue eyes, supported by flashing cheeks of small cheeks. On the ideal skin, there were no wrinkles or wrinkles. The youth in full growth stood straight, tense on high heels. John feverishly began to sort through the words for a compliment: Skinny, busty, long stilts. Damn, it must be like that all together. Aloud he said: A masterpiece. Stilts like ivory! As a master I can say: even I could not have done better.

"Could not have done better than talk about legs?" - Asked the beauty, slightly tilted his head in his direction.

From this the red curls moved to the semicircular line of the hairdo forward, not touching the glossy surface of the forehead. At this time the platform moved to the middle of the spacecraft. They moved along one of the two belts around the edges of the thick part of the bottle. Each belt consisted of a dozen shuttles docked to huge ports, fastened together by giant tunnels and kilometer-long shafts descending to the main body. At the very hull of the ship, there were several multi-kilometer openings-workshops, storages, ports for cargo. In them, the giant mechanical grips resembling the tenacious fingers of raccoons stuck out on telescopic supports. In some places, cubes flew robots with limbs sticking out of them and the weights attached to them.

- I asked first! - reminded the guy about the question about her name, so as not to answer her question about legs.

- My name is Machine. I am the zone of virtual participation. What you see is an image I created. You physically move in space-time with the help of the cross-dimensional travel platform. This is enough to enter the chosen virtuality. Do you want me to add emotional perception?

- Yes. - The young man felt himself completely in the real situation. He touched his fingertips to Cars. Her elastic smooth skin slightly succumbed to depression and naturally, his fingers rested against her hand.

- Ay! - The girl pulled her hand and said:

Careful, now because of you, there will be a bruise.

- Forgive me, please. - John really upset because of his hindsight: I'm so clumsy. I ... He did not finish seeing that the girl laughed.

"I have not yet learned how to draw bruises."

John just felt the sympathy and the bitterness of something bad that was inevitable. Now he was guilty and confused, that he did not understand the joke. A moment later, he laughed with a carefree laugh with the girl he was already in love with.

- I always dreamed to get acquainted with someone like you, but I think I know you. John said sincerely.

- This I put his confidence level a little higher. You're my first person. I would like to.

- And what I say is I say? asked the boy, clinging to the consciousness.

Machine laughed contemptuously and replied: Of course. You're real. John could not resist laughing too.

"That's why Alex fools around." He's not real. You decide for him what to say and do.

Alex turned to him and said, frowning: but if the neck of the ladies will be sick really? Let's check?

- No, do not. I believe you.

- And in vain. Now only you and I are represented here from reality. All characters of virtuality repeat the known data about them or the prescribed plot. And it will hurt or not depend on the given level of perception and emotions.

In that conversation, he clarified something. Prohibited personal violence, which is antisocial and cruel. By default, injuries are not allowed. The experiences are natural and depend on what is happening. Machine disconnected at his request additional emotions and the presence of friends. He began to analyze his attitude. It turned out that nothing had changed. He really admires what is happening. The girl is full of delight. It sounded logical from his side:

- Let's look at you, - John was pleased with his impudence and added with courtesy: that is, we will see your possessions.

"Please, as you wish!"

By this time, they were standing by a transparent glass partition behind which was a lit hall. The glass almost instantly became opaque dark. All visible places of light and lights went out. The site in the reverse order withdrew from the ENG and again moved over the disk of the galaxy. Flying over the Perseus Arm, John looked around and counted about 10 galaxies. There were trickles of twisting spirals of bright blue color. The blue of the thin bright lines unfolded in broad strips, like the northern lights. Their platform, piercing Sineva drove into the star system. 5 different in size and kind of stars surrounded a black hole. Like lumps of wool threw their strings so the stars through prominences gave off plasma to the side of the immovable framed sphere. Deep inside it in the center of the thread of matter, stretching from the stars. The platform rushed past the gravitational transformer of matter. Practically a copy of the gravitational propulsion unit installed on the RUS. Without the spaceship and the production part, this device was like a free-floating light bulb in space.

"John can imagine any haven for a lifetime in my system." Machine reminded of her immensity. For John as for any humanoid, it was natural to humanize what he saw. For example, to see a person in the robot. This time he saw a biological man in form and content. He wanted to express his attitude, and he called her by the name that was spinning in his head:


- Masha, you're talking about the hotel? - Refined the young man.

- I'm talking about the creation of the world of your dreams. No living intelligent being has settled here. You are the first, capable of creating a new one who could come up with human conditions for this place.

- Yes, I've long dreamed about my own den. Here in the sun, I want a flat land with a view of the spherical grid.

Together with his words, everything that he called began to appear.

- From the left edge of the fountain to the ground stop is not a fountain. Come on, the waterfall is big, but so that you can go straight on the ground under the waterfall. Do not land. The whole surface should be like marble, in those places where the path is rough, so as not to slip. The surface is always sunny and day. No plants. And the Earth. Everything is clean and tidy. The building is near the waterfall. Inputs from different directions. The walls and ceiling are glass, well, can not just glass that transparent. From the entrance to the entrance, there is a stone ledge around so that you can sit anywhere. Of a beautiful sand color stone. Rain is not necessary; the whole year is warm. Inside the kitchen, a separate room with exercise machines and a bath, with an entrance to the pool that is thirty meters deep. In the kitchen wall is an elevator niche without doors. It drops and raises as necessary to all levels. At one level, the platform is planted in transparent cabins, bringing to other flatlands. Or some other worlds. Actually, immediately make a level below the flat land with a park of coniferous plants. It is necessary that the smell of pine. And that did not blow off the smell. Coniferous aroma to be preserved and accumulated. On the second level down. A bedroom with a large bed appeared in his view. A toilet with a shower. Cinema. At the fourth level, business premises: an office, a room for negotiations with large screens on the walls and a computer. The lowest level is again transparent. There's always night. The stars are visible and giant figures of various cute animals float, illuminated from within. Gravity is such that you can go into this space and swim slowly. It does not feel hard like swimming with water. All movements, no matter how hard you try, should be slow. There is no floor, so slowly start to fall. With illumination solid protrusions, from which you can pounce or catch. Some ledges are large with a room floor. It is necessary that in some places there were columns 100 meters long up to the very bottom with a solid surface. Decorated berths for flying saucers. Below is a transparent floor. Around the living world there must be a markup showing that there are people living there. And the places that will be equipped for technical installations and devices should be disguised. Another flat Earth is one level higher. It has a very large ocean and a strip of land with sandy beaches and palm trees. There you can fly even without everything. Mentally moving yourself and flying. Do not need to be faster than 10 km per hour, for example. It will be bad if people start to collide. Or on bicycles, someone will want bright Sunlight whirling pedals to fly along the shore. Beauty!

John broke into a smile and screwed up his eyes with pleasure. I introduced myself on a children's bicycle with side wheels. With a smile from ear to ear. Together with the pedals, a colored paper propeller spins from the chain behind. He frowns from the warm breeze and the bright sunshine. The flight is completely safe. You press on the horn, not for the signal, but for vivacity and pleasant sound. John said this out loud:

- Flight on anyone should be absolutely safe. That's all that matters. Next to the house, too, it is necessary to do something with different gravity. Come on, tower, and on it are horizontal bars with rubber beams. You hang swaying on it, and then you jump on another. Elastic bands for stretching are different. And so, from level to level, forward and back through a hundred horizontal bars you walk.

- Are you going to plan social places?

- So, they are all social. Nobody around you, it can not be more social. Overpopulation is the most painful problem. From this, there is a housing problem, an environmental problem, hunger, hatred, epidemics. You will list all problems from overpopulation. But I would like to know who is who and how it looks. Do a search engine on the map of who lives where.

- Would you like to limit the map of the Milky Way or the whole universe?

- I do not know where people can be. Maybe people are not only in the solar system. You mean this?

"People are everywhere." Earth can only be found in our galaxy. Till.

"Make a map of the Milky Way, please." Another land must be made magical. Not flat and not round, but magical. What's in your cage ball? Something magical?

"A piece of a black hole."

- You are very lucky. Your interlocutor is a very educated person! Can I see it? He asked suspiciously. John wanted to stop the attempts to fool him about an all-consuming hole. He knew that to see anything in it was impossible.

- Yes. With virtual participation, this is possible.

Under the flying ocean appeared a planet in the form of a rusty fragment of an engagement ring of a dark blue color. Rust had eaten a few holes in the wreckage of which flowed a blue-black light. Passing through the water, this light made the luminescence of the vegetation in the water. Microscopic plant cells, united in the giant kilometer long islands of the colony, lit up with the green of chlorophyll. Incredible creatures sailed all over the ocean in dozens. Around the new planet began to form burgundy color. The thinnest dark yellow rays protruded from the planet outward from them. Bordon clumps curling like creepers around the trunk of a tree creep along the rays in all directions. The higher they ascended, the more they expanded. Become more transparent and breaking away as the pairs disappeared from a distance.

"What is this burgundy color like dark blood?"

It is time formed from the contracting space. It is expanding penetrates into our dimension.

- Yellow needles make the planet look like a curled hedgehog. The planet of the yellow hedgehog. Explain, please, about needles.

- Different plasma compositions from 5 stars are sent to the wormhole and for them, a concentrated time is selected for movement in space, for virtual participation and other projects.

- A rusty scribbler with a blue light inside, what does it mean?

- It is a form of matter, which is frozen in relation to the time of our reality and which exists in another dimension. Roughly speaking, there are other conditions that are prescribed by other physical laws. Blue light is determined by indirect data. The light emitted gives us grounds not to consider some manifestations of the black hole by a miracle. Once on our side of the horizon of events, something becomes normal for our measurement matter. All the holes that fly away inside are scattered and annihilated.

"Red-haired, please do not." About miracles, the most interesting, tell!

"Their dimension has lived thousands of times longer than ours." The population of other dimensions uses a wormhole differently than we do. They travel through them. But wherever they can generate the wormhole themselves, they create a giant virtuality. This is their essence: there are little matter and space, a lot of time and virtuality. As in a bagel, where the material component of the test is of little value, but the hole is the most important. The more their bagel is bigger and thinner, the bigger the hole and the more virtual. Some of the civilizations we measured were co-directed by these worlds. Through the ultra-small black holes in the brain, they create a virtual vision, which is imposed on a rational being. Rust on a black hole is the materially existing worlds of intelligent life.

Machine possessed all the qualities of scientific researchers, including scientific honesty. Therefore, she gave uncertainty to the theory of probabilistic reliability:

- Maybe.

- Did you notice how I called you Masha?

"As far as I understand, I can not escape this."

- Correctly. Such a beautiful name.

Masha looked a little closer than usual to John's eyes and, smiling mysteriously, asked:

-Can you yourself take part in the study of a black hole? We have an experiment that allows you to fly through a black hole.

-where ours did not disappear! Go! – with these words, he only stressed that he understood the exorbitant greatness of the meaning of the sentence. All around the spirals pulled to a twist. The lighting became darker, everything that was colored became translucent in a gray tone. Masha went to John and took his arm, wrapped his arm around his. Her warm elbow rested against his side. John could not afford to poke a face in front of such a chic girl. A walk through a spacious factory began. His attention was jumping from creaking her outfits when walking to robots and aggregates, fussily scurrying back and forth. All somehow slipped past his attention. While at the next step she did not stop him before the appeared cross-dimensional travel platform. They stopped in front of a flickering feature on the floor. The robots that were standing around drove up. Masha, not letting go of his hand, began to talk to him:

- Turn off your emotional and physical perception completely. For this experiment, you need to implement a protective skeleton with a personal outer shell. The elements of automatic life support will replace your spacesuit. If you want to say something. When preparing and during the experiment I expect to hear from you all the time. Maybe you want to sleep?

- I somehow do not care. John said in an indifferent voice. His condition with the disconnected perception, he expressed very precisely. On his face, with relaxed muscles, seemed indifferent to what was going on. Masha let go of his hand and took a step back. From the approaching devices, strong levers advanced and picked up John's body in bending places. He looked like sitting on a bicycle, riding up, only he was hanging in the air. The following devices approaching freed him from his clothes. Lasers almost instantly cut off clothes in large pieces. Emerging jets of steam and laser beams disinfected its surface. The mechanisms moved him beyond the line. John was in the space where he began to look like a computer object. Part of its soft tissues and the entire surface of the skin became transparent. Some places of his skeleton became illuminated. At the same time, a well-illuminated 2 robot surgeon with many limbs and blocks of surgical equipment sets approached the top. When they entered the operation area, their illumination decreased, and some of the materials became translucent. The lasers turned on, which quickly cut off almost all the bone joints and produced transverse grooves on the bone tissue. From the blocks began to lay out pre-prepared connections and install instead of the removed joints. Basically, these were devices completely unlike what was in this place before. The bright instruments in the extremities of surgeons filled the grooves with nanorobots and amorphous material of gray-white color. As with 3D printing, simultaneously along the whole-body lines from the white bands formed on the bones, including the skull, grew. They stretched out to the places where John began the skin. At the outer ends of the lines, funnels were printed. Again, the rapidly moving limbs of the robot surgeons brought the tips of which filled each funnel with glistening, smooth, bluish black surface by nanorobots. At the same time, all the devices freed the space around John, and he stayed in the same place. In an instant, brilliant dark nanorobots in the form of folded buds jumped out of the funnels and opened like petals with petals to the rose petals. All the plates turned at the same time, smoothly overlapping each other and closing. The entire surface of John was a closed protective shell. Outward from under the petals, gas was poured in the form of steam. After that, the petals tightly pressed against each other. On his face, John formed transparent lenses, providing him with a view.

Various devices have approached again. Some of them have studied the protection, the other part has established a connection with the nanorobots by performing additional programming. It took longer than the operation itself. At the end of this procedure, the devices receded from the body of the young man. Nanorobots in the reverse sequence formed in the funnel. Levers advanced and picked up the patient. The robots took John to his original place and put him on his feet. Having determined that he was standing on his own device's feet, retired. Throughout the operation, John had a thoughtful look on his face. After Masha drew closer to the dense, making a step towards him and smiled, his face took on a very serious expression. After returning to his emotions and sensibilities, he comprehended the horror of the unknownness of what had happened to him.

"Is that so?" -John said in a hoarse voice, almost in a whisper. After a short exhalation, he continued with an almost normal, but still slightly trembling voice:

- I asked something like a light bulb to include, to distinguish between virtuality and reality. I thought I was virtual.

- excuse me, please. I was going to do it again when I switched to virtual participation, so I understood you. I saw all your experiences. I am very upset how is you are upset. I've never been so guilty. Forgive me, please, I'll try my best to make amends. Masha went to John and tenderly embraced him. John again felt trust and calmed down. Without lifting her head from her shoulder, pressing her hands and her to himself, he turned to her:

- Masha, please, never turn off emotions and sensitivity, first explain everything. For the future, make sure that a person understands what you are agreeing with him about. I think the hair on my head is stirring. You understand, first, you explain, and then you turn it off. Masha strayed and smiled softly at John's face.

"I'll do anything for you." As agreed for the future, so be it. Ask! What exactly do I tell you?

- Have you already made a flight into a black hole? What is the peculiarity of your experiment? I'm ready for the risk. All this is cool, it's just the case for me. Are there guarantees that I will stay alive?

"I already made the flight into a black hole." During this experiment, the equipment fully confirmed the safety of the flight for a living member endowed with intelligence. By now, the flight lasted a second. I suppose that the return from the black hole is due to the paradox of time. You are the first living intelligent being who will accomplish this mission with a probability of success of 51%. There is a huge chance a 0.2% for a reasonable life as you find interest in contacting the inhabitants of a black hole. The conditions of the experiment make it possible to save your life. Additional changes were made during the operation to implant a protective skeleton, which makes you immune to most negative effects on the time required for the flight.

According to John's request, having completed the explanation, Machine checked the parameters of his well-being and determined that the person adequately understood the explanations. Rapid breathing, excitement, and fear clearly confirmed her conclusion. After that, she turned off John's emotions and sensitivity. All this happened so quickly, as he says when telling us, and did not have time to blink an eye. She liked the young man very much. Therefore, Masha asked just in case: have we gone? He responded to this:

-Yes, do not care.

"Please go behind the line to the cross-dimensional travel platform." And mentally give the command to deploy a protective skeleton. John turned on the spot and as he stood on the line stepped forward. Jonathan Govorun made a small step, which turned out to be a huge step for the entire intelligence community of the Milky Way Galaxy. He was clothed in ultra-cosmic defense. And disappeared. A second passed and Masha withdrew.


Jonathan's soul departed from his own body:

-It is improbable, as it is possible to me. All is not in vain!

 The happiness of realizing the fullness of one's own life with meanings confirmed him in the correctness of what is happening.

 He watched as the glowing rings, repeating the contours of the edges of the tentacles of photon creatures, freely penetrating through the hard tissues of the skull touched the areas of his brain. At the same time, the tentacles transmitted the energy used by the brain to neurons. Intentionally selected chains of neurons were involved. They united in one thought:


So often the desire of close people materializes in the continuation of the life of one who has been out of the circle of life. This materialization of the idea he will never forget. The boy regained consciousness. He felt the sensation of animating the body on the verge of death to the smallest detail. The decisive means of returning to life was the piercing plea "Live!" and he could now paint it in several books. A powerful desire to go back to his galaxy swept over him with a wave. The boy first heard so clearly from others demand, which later became one of the meanings of his life. Live for others! Be proud of their services in this service. To experience real joy from the fact that someone needs. Entire designs of neural networks, their clear instructions for the performance of functions flowed continuous input. In the brain, others induced lights cities on neural networks in his brain. John's eyes remained closed. The vision ability was activated. The signals were directed by the creatures that stood around him. John's body itself was in a state of displacement. This meant that the diversity of John's stays in reality, materially moved. Video images, ideas, memorable events, the knowledge they received, were imprinted on a solid shell of space. Practically, his materiality moved along the inner surface of the well of displacement. The stoic researcher admired realizing himself as a passenger of a time machine rushing through the reality of the universe to another dimension inside a black hole. The well of displacement is an artificial structure created by intelligent beings from both sides of the measurements. On the ground, tunnels of a swarm are built at the same time from both ends. Now the difference in the spatial sense, since there are no two ends. There are walls of the well, reinforced by simultaneously accessible layers. Millions of years of blind, futile attempts have finally led to success. The lateral tentacle of another laid out luminous grains on the constellation of its brain structures. The movement and forms of the other caused John to associate with the language, not for the first time. Again, from someone from the others surrounding him it sounded:

-Thank you for your dedication!

A clear sense of déjà vu began to appear with every fragment of awareness. Stay with Languages took place in the process of returning to the past. Only so they managed to escape from their own measurement, which tried to spray the guest from the gravitational measurement to the fields. Nothing separated him from turning into a flash of photons. The current perception of what happened after the last moment was overwritten in a short memory. The first in John's sequence of memories of traveling to another dimension was his death. All the tricks of photon creatures proved to be vain to preserve his life during the stay of the humanoid in a black hole. His memory preserved the end of the relationship with the Languages as the beginning. His story is a trip that began at the end. The sensation of a presence in this dimension was physically prompted by the brain itself. In fact, he was in a stream of particles. Johnny, because of his feelings, doubted that he was entirely in a certain place. It is true, he moved not only by the body but by the physical set of the sums of his states. Other it was necessary to keep the indicators of its measurement. They helped nanorobots RUS complete the modification of DNA structures, revealing the genetic ability of the person to see the parts of his brain. He realized the structural solution of his own thoughts and images, which made him dizzy. Looking at himself from the side, John again lost sight of himself. When he came to himself, he concentrated on the desire to distinguish beings. It was obvious that they consisted of a homogeneous mass, at least from the outside. The color of the rusty iron of their surface changed to hundreds of shades. They bent over the guest's brain and poked their limbs into his gray matter.

-Sorry, every time we lose you, we do not know if we'll return you. You can not hold you longer. You need your reality. I do not know whether we will succeed in creating your new essence for being in your dimension. We will wait for your return by virtual participation. Knowledge and actions are embedded in your brain. You are our hero for always! Bye. "From the inside of the ends of the tentacles, a powder of minute crystals poured in from the tiniest crystals, streaming cold light with a blue glow, the crystals in the form of a spray of sand fell onto the structures of John's brain and were instantly covered with a crust of rust. Consciousness became extremely clear, receiving the energy of the crystals. In such moments he physically sensed the paradox of time, due to which the memory of death did not appear, but the sense of leap of events remained, especially when the energy of the crystals once again flowed into John's neural connections. literally heard the thoughts of rusty languages, as he began to call others for himself:

-this dimension rejects all of our structures. I hope this death will not be in vain. Pass to the past: there is only the opportunity to grow his own elements and put on them a veil of reason. Two Languages put forth tentacles from places that a person would call a girdle. He telepathically saw it from the side, as they touched the tips of their limbs to the crooks of his brain. Language luminous louder than all showed friendliness:

-Hi. We saved you. We are very glad to see you here, but without any idea how you can survive so that we can stay in the field of existence.

A tongue with traces of rust said:

- Do not listen to the young one. He is such an optimist. We have managed to carry you in parts in time, but will we unite in one? Depends on friends coming to us from a meeting from the past.

- I'm also very glad to see you. It's all so grand and delicious. I already envy myself. I do not care if it's crooked. - John responded, sincerely expressing his condition. Circular movements of small rings at the ends of the tentacles they divided the tissue into several pieces and extracted a piece of the brain from the surface of the gyri. The process was similar to the effect of a laser behaving like a scalpel. From the beginning, exposing the surface to pressing, and then in the place pressing the fabric has ruptured. Separated a fragment of the brain they placed it in the device representing an incubator. A container was placed next to the brain fragment. Similar to the bud of the tulip, the object opened: with thin rings, the wall of the container sank layer by layer. Inside it was something like a shape on an apple. It from inside pushed up a hidden inside pad. On it lay the spark of life of languages, radiating a rich burgundy light. The sponge lay like a thread bent into the shape of a five-pointed star with rounded edges instead of corners. The language shifted the gray matter into the center of the asterisk. Ring of a starlet slowly shrouded in the glistening cold light of a piece of John's brain. The process of growth began. The light of the asterisk touched the gray matter and covered it with a burgundy shroud. On this surface, one of the tentacles was brought by luminous crystals and gently laid them out, each bit separately. The crystals glowed with a pleasant burgundy color, after which scale and rust appeared on their surface. John heard the local thoughts:

-Difficult, but scientists of the past must believe that this is possible. Their life takes the form of our dimension. They in their reality try to reproduce the structures of our dimension. Tell them.

The young man jumped to another time interval, other experts discussed the problem:

- It is good that in the future they believe in the evolution of our life, which can be adapted by the aliens' adaptability. We must believe that the result of development in our measurement is applicable to them. Consciousness - this being will develop in our form. We must program it for actions that will lead to the discovery of a tunnel of displacement on their planet. Then, if successful, the form of his consciousness grown in us will get a chance to apply to his life form. John's mind's eye approached the asterisk. The spark of the life of the languages trembled and visually divided. The tentacles pulled one of the asterisks toward them and carried them to the place where the puncture was made. Circumcised before this connection was returned and restored, a wave of light passed John's brain. Getting used to it, he felt the emulation of one form of consciousness into another. There was no split personality. Thoughts were reproduced in the same way as those of the human brain, then the form of consciousness in the Photon Language standing side by side. On this self-awareness was again interrupted.

We must stop losing our temper. Maybe then I will stop losing the thread of what is happening. "Now I am also Language," realized the first man, combined into a reasonable reality of two dimensions. He realized the new properties of his creative abilities. Now he will always remember what he wants. He will forget about the doubts caused by forgetfulness. Unfortunately, this perception turned out to be short-lived. He did not have time to analyze everything. This time, the rusty creature prepared a place for the future installation before he died again. John saw how the remaining stars of the aliens in the incubator were surrounded by a star with luminous crystals. The Spark of Life trace intensified, and he saw in it his reflection. John felt that part of his mind was being formatted for another life. His consciousness, thanks to an additional procedure, is grown and saturated with new properties. He also realized that this new entity will be with him in his native dimension.

- From our being in our form of consciousness we will provide him with constellations of true concepts. He does not have to stray in search of the meaning of existence. He will feel part of our world. This is even better than the introduction of an isolated consciousness of the incomprehensible, hostile to his personal.

The rudiment of John's consciousness left in the incubator began to gain a bright yellow glow from the crystals. John brought the visual image of a future different consciousness closer. He saw the baby- tongue, to the top of which laser threads joined. Outbreaks of images of human neural networks lay one after another on the map of the new consciousness.

Beings consisting of luminous rusty pieces became many. The assembled tongues began to record the memory of the Youth on their information flows. In the brain of John, thousands of neurons were lit and their image was repeated on a cloud nearby. Frame-by-frame information began to be laid down by symbols on the surface of the device and absorbed into this surface, like water in a rag. Also, some of the glow schemes needed in the future to synchronize with the carrier were put into John's new consciousness. Some of the rusty photon beings have stopped in the process of viewing episodes of his life. He himself was carried away by the recollection of Masha:

"John, you always think to do this to your beloved." It's contagious. I also began to think about what bothers you. You can not predict. It's fun, but I'm sorry for you, it's not easy for you.

"It's great to be with such a sympathetic girl, we'll build a couple of beautiful places with her." There were ideas! "John thought optimistically." The tongue moved in and said: "Now, see you. At least take a minute with us. Just came in and already out? We have dreamed for a million years to meet with you. Thank you for your dedication!

Thus, began the existence of the first being, fallen into the well of fields from nothingness. The tongues came from the future. They reported on the death of John and possible measures to save him. The pilgrim died to spite all survivors.

Moving through measurements is not possible for subjects of foreign measurements. That which belongs to one dimension cannot naturally move to another while retaining its properties. Properties in themselves do not exist outside their dimensions. It is obviously impossible to travel by measurements because of the expected destruction of all known properties. If only the changes do not have time to occur. For example, the time flows in the opposite direction, or what happens during the movement does not change. With John, both things happened. The very process of moving along the timeline along the well of the fields allowed him to maintain the border state. The pioneer through the measurements retreated in time back to the past. Changing the coordinates in such a well, the subject moves in time as well as in space. The ability to preserve lies at the heart of such a journey. Languages returning to the past of John saved him physically. Technically upgrading its equipment and body structure was adapted to the changing conditions of the well. Help from tongues saved John's life from sputtering on nothing. His space suit with a modification on the recommendations from the future allowed to reach the point of meeting with them. Reflections on a single-variant outcome in a sequence of events lead to a paradox. Otherwise, events occur in the field of multi-variance. The simplest example: the adoption of opposite conclusions from the same premises by different people. Under certain conditions, what happens should be. At different times, intersecting in time and space, there are different events with the same subjects. In this case, they fall into different conditions of other dimensions. Nothing special, it's just something else. John, having fallen into the past of his galaxy is no longer the same guy. Communication through time makes him vulnerable to the acts of his earlier version. Again, there is a multi-variability, from which life will come, taking a step forward. In other words, the same thing, only in a different way. If John does not enter the site of displacement, then he will disappear with or without whoever performed the feat of the pioneer or not: two options. Both can be equal until the conditions and circumstances change. Someone will stop the young man before moving and there will be two of them, although different. He no longer belongs to his dimension in full. Thus, its dependence is not so destructive as to crumble to dust with a paradox. The hero of the two dimensions thought deeply about the prospect of creating his own copy by himself.


With your own hands

John appeared on the moving platform with which he started in the world of tongues. He turned in military style in one movement on the spot. And as much as possible put his foot over the line to the real surface. He recognized the room with the surgeons in the possession of Machine. He did not mind talking to Masha, whoever she was. It's hard to imagine that a Machine is a system with five stars and one black hole combined into a technical entity. As he thought already familiar with him. There was nobody around. The lungs contracted from the lack of oxygen and automatically switched on the ultra-cosmic protective suit. The extraterrestrial regulation of oxygen consumption did not work. What the nanorobots did was inside it was not finished and did not have any practical significance for man. Human consumption of oxygen is excessive and excessive. For the same reason, the protection device did not provide for John's need for oxygen. The artificial intelligence of the suit in emergency mode was looking for a source of oxygen and establishing a connection with Machine, passed a request for vital conditions. In the left corner of the review of the left eye appeared the figure 3600 and the countdown on seconds began. "Golden Hour" - the hero of the cosmos guessed, recognizing the inferiority of his being, said: "Only a man." Below there was a line with words. The pioneer of the cosmos focused his attention on words and began to read. The line ran, adjusting to its reading speed. The message recommended to hide on the cross-dimensional travel platform and make a call to the required subscriber with an indication of the requested actions before the expiration of the specified count. It was also necessary to get Machine to move to a virtual zone, which automatically imposes the duty of Machine to ensure physical security. This was necessary for the user, including the site itself to call the subscriber at the other end. John did not understand exactly which subscriber, and at which end he was. Cold chilled his bone. And looking at the continuing tumbling news, he realized to his horror that time will expire sooner than the instructions end. When, finally, the heat from the outside appeared, it seemed encouraging, but not for long. The instruction went on. Some words because of the lack of artificial intelligence in the dictionary were replaced by asterisks. Therefore, some explanations looked like this: "**********, ******". The countdown was over 2000 seconds. The boy involuntarily became nervous. Without his emotions turned off, this manifested itself in unfinished thoughts. One of which sounded quite realized when he uttered it aloud: "I'm dead." Sliding past on the finger crocheting along the exposed wire, the drone stopped, and John heard from him: "Two options!" A plate instead of a head and five hands sticking out of it from the levers on hinges together formed an aircraft with AI (artificial intelligence). Beneath the edge of the plate, the whole rim of the rim swirled around and Patieruke flew unhurriedly to the robot cleaner.

- I count on my ten fingers there are more options. Patieruke[1], on your five hands, why only two? -John was surprised.

The idler slowly put one of the levers with the likeness of a hand in the washing vacuum cleaner and dipped a hot finger into a container with an alkaline solution of potassium permanganate. With a pair of hands, he grabbed the robot-washer and lifted it into the air. Dron slowly brought to the man a load of 10 times bigger than himself and grabbed the conductive wire on which he had previously dragged himself. The countdown was 1000 seconds. From heating, oxygen was released from the mixture.

-So, there are always two options. - answered Patieruke and extended one hand of a help with a stream of oxygen.

Pilgrim 's suit responded by opening the gap between the petals of the armor on the palms of his hands. John guessed to shake the hand extended to him by the drone. By the air duct that was installed by our own hands, oxygen got to John. Soap bubbles popped from the washing robot. The counter adding time showed 2500 seconds "Beautiful, but not enough" - sounded the ambiguous Dron.

- What is not enough? Bubbles? Rescue me?

-Now yes. Maybe not completely.


After a while, he, being in the pose of a bicyclist, directly communicated with the car. It was possible to temporarily solve the problem of creating conditions for the life of the pilgrim. Two robot surgeons provided its vital functions with the help of numerous devices. How to settle in a new place he had to take care of yourself. He was the only one who had an affair before in what position he was squirming. The most important thing is that he understood this. In search of what to do about Patieruke, sliding one hand on the electricity-supplying wire, bypassing all the straight paths, circled around the Earthman.

Being five meters from John, the last 15 minutes he analyzed how to advise him to simplify the process of looking around. There were so many options that he decided to start a draft and give advice on this only on request. Under the supervision of two surgeons' robots and with a curious robot with five hands, John found that he had returned to the past six months before sending to the languages. Having found out that everything must be ordered, he began with emotions. Machine returned him emotions and sensitivity. The change of expression from indifference to very serious literally shook his face. Machine considered his state of mind as a shock.

"Now I'm not afraid of anything," John thought out loud. - And again, He made a mistake. This time for the upcoming events he has already experienced, his words will serve as the basis for making quick decisions of Machine. In terms of this, it was a statement. And in vain, Machine does not forget anything. The following circular information message included information on inadequate earthmen and their constant dependence on the explosive excess of the oxygen saturation level in the respiration mixture. Machine began to address questions about the earthlings. Members of the Councils, indifferent members of the production, students reading reports Machines produced questions. The robot-drone intended for giving councils and rendering of the feasible help has been immediately redistributed in the secretary of the referent of the hero of a galaxy.

- What to do? John turned to the collaborating robot.

Cobot[2] began to fulfill his duties quite practical:

- Two options: "Move you to the appropriate virtuality and train or think."

-And you're thinking business! - Pronounced with irony, the young man, after thinking, asked the car:

"Move me into the virtual participation zone of the most technologically advanced civilization, so that I remain myself, but the conditions would be comfortable for me." Do not have asked me how I will survive there.

Robot surgeons carefully intercepted it and moved it into the space of the cross-dimensional travel platform. John felt himself in a weightless state. After he came up with the idea to lean on his feet, he sank half a meter down and felt the support. His next thought was to take a horizontal position and waving his arms to try to fly. Everything turned out exactly as he wanted, straining the body for certain actions, he received the relevant circumstances. He flew into an unknown space and was surprised to stop. By inertia and slowly slowing down, he moved forward knee-deep. It was already the circumstances of the place in which he fell. In diameter, a hundred-kilometer thread of dense gas, which he breathed, flexing, began to stretch endlessly from the dead end in which he found himself. He was on the edge of a tangle of yellow gas strands. Five people with yellow skin, with a pinkish-beige tinge, sat in a large tangle of smooth plants in front to the right of it.

Noticing his breakthrough, the people of the color of the straw swam to him moving their legs like monofin. Fur clothing clung tightly to their bodies. During movements, the tissue stretched perfectly, without restraining movements. The brown fur completely coincided with the fuzz on the heads of people. The Terran liked it, as the fur obeying the smoothness from the environment with large massifs of tides changed the gleam of clothing.

- Hi. We want to help you get comfortable. make your stay with us appropriate to your goals.

"We will protect you from mistakes." My name is Kladi.

"Girls, he's stuck." - guessed one of the Amazons around him.

Now he remembered the charms that protected him in his childhood. Children made them out of straw, twisting straw into figures. A bunch of straw was bent and tied in different places, at the end it was cut exactly. Such a doll they called streegusha. Looking at the straw colors of people, John immediately decided to call them Streegushy. The straw color of the girl, gently supporting and feeling it, was moved beyond the movement area and the Youth again drew her legs. The little girl with the inscription "dear" on a thin rim under her hair touched his nose:

"My name is Medy." It seems that males are twice as big as females, then they introduce them into a special state of stupor. Commonly known as tonic immobilization[3]. Impressively strong and courageous men.

 Thinking that he should do it, he also touched her nose. To touching the girls, he considered unnecessary.

- My name is Jonathan Govorun. Machine makes me twice as big as she. What do you think I'm going to do here?

Becoming larger streegushy he felt more confident. The young man looked at the beautifully laid hair of the girls. Again, he wanted to flatter the female sex. From the front, the arch's hair was framed by smooth foreheads. It was laudable to say about this. So, he decided to extol their harmony. Finally confirmed in the opinion that around him little girls over the age of 20 he was sly:

-play with dolls with skinny straws.

His talent for making compliments was immediately reacted to. Streegusha with a necklace of small beads on her head in a pleasant singing voice said:

- Correctly say "graceful beauties." Everyone who passes the test will get the endless experience of the traveler for survival. We hope to help you on the path of fish. We assume with you here to go through the path of liberation and awakening your own higher creative abilities.

"They did not guess." I'm getting technical tricks a little and I will give all a big hello!

- I need it?! To ride the ears of half-educated people. He does not understand a word about what we are talking about. - the girl Kladi puffed up her lips and got a little upset and was obviously showing off a smile. A thought ran through her eyes. She jerked her shoulders and, loudly, with an intonation, giving meaning to each word, joyfully said: It has begun. A person talks about what he does not know!

John felt something hard against his shoulder and heard:

-My name is Simcona. Where is the big hello, give it to me!

Turning to the left, he saw Streegusha in the reclining chair, which moved in the flying chair, stopped about his shoulder of his stump.

- It smells like fish. He plugged his nose:

- Did not you descend from fish?

-Well, not everyone is so lucky as you from chords to happen. - Kladi was "offended" again.

"It's from me." I just ate fish. Say my name when you need to eat fish. Remember, please, that I need to be called for.

The speaker said, sprinkled a drop from his mouth on his right ear. John shivered and winced again. He turned his head toward the speaker. He had to raise his eyes and shudder involuntarily from the unexpectedness of what he had seen. A giant speaking plush toy should produce the same impression. Bigger than a man, Fish hung an obliquely ball-shaped head down. In this position, the torso pushed to the tail, looked like a balloon, stretching to the sky. The fluffy tail with a ball twitched as if pulling Rybait. Bending to John's ear the creature rested against the boy's eyes with his left eye larger than the right one. The muzzle of the face is occupied by a third of round rings from merged rings with attentive eyes with gray pupils. Under the almost invisible nose, the mouth stretched out in a curious smile.

"My name is when I have to go on a trip with someone." Call me a pilgrim or Jonathan.

The boy with difficulty overcame the desire to squeeze the "toy."

Glad girls, standing upright in a circle, all together interrupting each other to argue:

-He's like a rybaeat.

-A pet.

-He wants it for himself. - Guessed about the egoistic inclinations of the crook, one of the altruists surrounding him.

One by one the girls started dancing. They ran to the virtual panel in front of the left eye. Directing their views to the left, the dancers began to spin. Streegushy turned around with his hand, squeezing together the pads of the thumb and forefingers, drawing a blue line around him in the air. The girls disappeared as soon as they closed the drawn circle around them. Darling Rybaeat pulled Simkona, grabbed by a rope, stretched from one of the two paws of the creature. They slowly withdrew to the side leading to the center of the coil. The hero wanted to be alone.

Silence. The place where the pilgrim of space turned out to be was one of the most populous of the Milky Way in the galaxy. 30,000 light-years from the sun. Not less than fifty stars the size of an orange because of its remoteness and a particular refraction of light, looked like holes in the black fabric of space through which light broke through. Technically, it was for some stars. Giant structures were on the line between the stars and the place where John watched, eclipsing the stars. The pilgrim was in a ball of gas threads, comparable in size to the star system. The grains of cosmic histories filled the galaxy with a dense alloy. Each sector of the universe in this place is a frozen stage of the approaching end. The universe for those who are not preparing for change grants the right to perish. Do not consider the communities themselves destroyed or disappeared under the onslaught of the superior destructive forces of nature. Civilizations are looking for a way to survive before this apocalypse begins. Time after time, saving their lives due to the priority of the survival of the whole society. This is the story of the victories of the creative mind, which interrupts the natural course in the process of self-destruction. John saw a zigzag of black matter that stretched between two red dwarfs. The man-made balance kept the anomaly site threatening the numerous dangers of civilizations inhabiting neighboring systems. This region of the galaxy was filled with an array of hydrogen accumulations formed from collisions of the brightest stars. Civilizations living near it are confronted with the constant variability of threats to the existence of their lives. Their neighboring inhabited planets fell into a stream of cosmic dust. They also survived by abandoning the existence of some by coercing others. John looked at the planet above the horizon. A stretched planet with a subtle middle looked like a dumbbell. The conclusion was that it was slowly dragged in different directions and the plastic stretching middle was frozen in time, preventing the rupture. The planet looked huge and populated. The ball in which he was standing stopped looking through the voids at a distance from the earth to the moon. The Earthman thought that there were cities there. A warm uniform light illuminated everything around. John turned his head and did not find a source of heat and light. He thrust his hands into the pockets of his jacket and waved his jacket like wings. He liked how quickly he flew. When he tried to fly to the local roll over the field, on which the Streegushy used to sit, he missed.

John had a greeting in his head.

-good afternoon. My name is Mate. If you have finished looking around, I will offer you a conversation.

-Hi. Come on, let's talk. Do you need a pet?

The hero of the galaxy was finally able to fly on a ball of plants. Turning, he gently plunged into the pulling lianas.

- We already have a pet. We do not need another. His intended purpose is to teach us to learn. We need someone like us, whose creative proposals we will put into practice. In this sense, billions of people are waiting for your help to the fishermen. I offer a designer suit for a mission, say yes.


Exactly in front of him in a couple of meters spreading to the sides of his hands appeared a familiar streegusha. She was genuinely embarrassed by the intimacy in which she found herself. Practitioner and contemplative girl Kladi decided to volunteer and see what is to appear in the news by the human.

- That's great! Teach me this trick, to appear, to move.

Kladi supported the conversation, sitting side by side on the green shoots:

- Hi! I'll teach you. I will try to support you on the path of fish.

- What needs to do?

- Walk all the way.

- What are the difficulties?

- Deadly. A reasonable kind of civilization of fish Eaters for a million years is in conditions not compatible with survival.

-What is the purpose of the game?

-The goal is to survive. Do it playfully, impress me.

-I do not like this goal.

- I learned a little about your people. Your goal is to make yourself slaves who will earn you money, for which other slaves will do for you what you want. This is so disgusting that it is impossible to express. A whole planet of a bastard. All on instincts, laws of coercion in favor of devourers of human lives, without any interest in life.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you for a minute." - The young man stretched out his fingers in his outstretched hand toward a one-story rectangular building with two folded beams instead of a roof. From the figure of the running sheepdog on the wall of this building, he fell into the thread, when he was dragged together. On the next wall, he could distinguish a sliding double door, designed for such as fish. Kladi nodded in response and added: and eat, and sleep, and a cross-dimensional travel platform. Thanks to the roof and the drawings, it was easy to orient up and down. In the opening of the opened doors, John felt an increasing pull-down and more difficult advancement. After he got to his feet and walked through the doorway, John felt adequate to earthly conditions. Everyone who knows what a greenhouse would have thought that it was in it. Everything that people help to do things here was helped by plants and insects technically supplemented. The walls consist of the middle of transparent panels alternating with opaque, highlighted matt panels. For the more saturated light of the panels, the Young man guessed that they are also a light source that propagates light according to the principle of an optical fiber cable through the substance filling space. In fact, the main light in the filaments passed through a thick jelly transparent shell. Mathematically verified irregularities of the shell surface and bending angles of the filaments scattered the light for illumination. On the contrary, the entrance, he immediately saw the image of the streegushy sitting on the arrow, putting his hands on his knees. Realizing that he too went there, he went through the loggia, with which he opened a view of the crowded crowd of several thousand, mostly biting at tables of yellow people. Instinctively, he jabbed his hand in their direction and pierced the view. By the fact that he saw running waves of indignation. On the other side of the loggia, rows of hanging lianas with green leaves began. Some of the vines with red leaves marked a passage about two meters wide. The tourist touched the green leaves, and they blushed at a width of 2 meters. John went inside a small booth and called out:

-Hey, Machine!

Machine, responding to the challenge of John assured him of complete safety for the time of virtual participation. Just for the fun, he sat down on the toilet seat. The seat looked like a smooth rim of thick elastic branches. As soon as he sat down it slightly bent and opened. A light warm breeze touched his face.

"What is it, a yoga-toilet?" "John asked puzzled.

 Under it, the air quietly went into the ventilation holes. To the right and to the left grew stems, separated in length through each centimeter by a brown zigzag line. John tore off the top lonely sticking sheet along this line. In its place from the next process slowly began to grow in the form of a boat new leaf. The outer edge of the leaf kept the shape when pressed and could be used as a scoop. In the middle, the touch was a soft, rough paper.

-Clear! It is quite logical to grow a paper. Machine, do I have to go to the washroom?

-This option will be enabled on demand.

-No, thanks.

The color of the leaves remained red when he went out for the creepers. Spreading the leaves, John gazed back. A dozen insects whirled around the left leaf.

John realized his desire to understand what was going on. It turns out that you have to ask when the brain picks up the guesswork. The reality, as usual, has surpassed its expectations. Machine told him about the participation in the latest events of these space aliens. The desire not to pay for an accidental coincidence of circumstances with his life reasonably led to the creation of a simulator in the VPZ. He became acquainted with real living beings, reproduced in every detail in authentic conditions. Fortunately, in this simulation, it is impossible to die. Coming from a green stop, he learned to move with the help of new acquaintances and only after that he agreed to all the serious ones. It turned out that the more the traveler, the less he is helped. Only because the strong do not know how to accept help. The young man began to ask for everything for educational purposes. Intentively training the skill to ask for help. The art of collaboration John mastered just enough to respond to the message. In the eyes of the earth, he could be a good boss. According to others, he was not the best organizer.

-I can not understand. Here we fly, and there we go. - the young man extended his hand with a pointed index finger in front of the appeared green stop. Kladi deliberately remained silent, expecting a direct treatment of the question in a polite manner. About this they had discussions. John agreed to learn how to express polite requests by learning the principles of effective communication. Moreover, he recognized the usefulness of the Rybaeat path for all participants in the process.

-I can not understand why in different places the attraction is very different. Put, yellow pragmatist, be kind, please answer.

The more the mass of the object, the greater the distance is required to express its gravitational force. In other words, not in the amount of force, but in mass. The ball is in space without a gravitational field, the gravitational forces of material objects are set artificially in production according to the technical task.


Returning to the territory of the car, the pilgrim of the cosmos began to explore the territory. Now he was trained in everything that he set himself to study. The task was to build a place suitable for ordinary human life. He needed his home in space. One he did not cope and asked to create a humanoid girl. He turned to Machine through his information exchange switch:

- at certain points in time images of the past will appear in your memory. There will be a memory of events that will not be repeated in time. The part we have already fixed, and part of it will be rewritten based on the experience of what happened. It's time to create Masha, which I told you about.

-Your proposal is accepted. I will produce a human daughter, and it will correspond to what you are talking about. It will be an independent organism of the human type and differentiated for independent development. I do not accept emotional perception, I do not allow rewriting and analytical weighing. It will be my continuation in the work and contactor is needed for contacts with your kind. I'll name her Machine and raise her to be a good person.

- And I will shorten and I will call her Masha. You're exactly talking about a girl?

-from nature, the gene pool was determined by the functional of childbearing. For this, the genes determined the basic protein interactions and brain structures. The physical component of the psycho-type determines the behavior and purpose. I have a feminine head and I can only give female DNA. To postpone the receipt of the result and be satisfied with its representation in the form of physical perception, only a woman can motivate her activity. A lot more then.

John sends to Machine Masha's pictures from the future, with one clarification. He asked for a pigmentation of flesh color.

The social house was built by the pioneer of measurement in the first place. He completely repeated the design of the station "Malachite Bowl". The only difference was that now everyone could use the masterpiece. The duty to share his knowledge of tongues from another dimension made him feel the need for personal participation in public life. John created a social object with a powerful information base for public viewing, exchange of opinions and personal evaluation judgments. The personal judgment had its limitations in publicity. This means that the judgment was based on guaranteed personalization, but at the same time without general publicity of the person expressing his opinion. Thus, the community had a set of value judgments and the opportunity to discuss them. Anyone could become a member of the community. The right to participate in decision-making and voting was registered according to the rules for specialists. In a social home, the traveler by measurements provided for everyone to see the installation of the life of languages and the primary measurement surrounding them. The difficulty was to show that the life of tongues passed in their own photon measurement, and surrounded them by another primary measurement with other conditions. The conditions of the surrounding space deficit with an excess of time.

The tunnel of the primary measurement generates a field of existence in which photons could interact. The first connections were illuminated by a glow in isolated spaces not capable of full gravity and mass. Their isolation was preserved and made a reasonable existence in these dimensions unique. The unevenness of time in the limited fields of existence ensured the objective existence of energy in the cells of the accumulation of fields. In other words, in the conditions of bubbles in the stability of superconductivity, the photon measurement of tongues was created. In conditions of energy dissipation in the space of the gravitational dimension, we live according to the laws of conservation of energy. To install the existence of tongues, John chose their history of learning the dark. It began with time travel. From the very beginning, the tongues used the terms as being properly in demand. This means that after thinking about the proposed solution, first, we considered what needs to be achieved and why. To invent especially nothing was necessary. By nature, there was always some option without an alternative. Combinatorics in their world is present in the shortest form. There are few initial conditions in their existence. They live in a world where there is literally nothing to choose from. This made them dependent on success. In case of failure, they literally knew that they were unhappy losers. The best of them returned to them faith in themselves and in the future for many years. Knowing the future has become so important that the idea to see the future has mastered everyone. As soon as public consciousness was strengthened in the ideas of time travel, a scientist from the future penetrated the darkness. In front of everyone, he floundered out of the surrounding wall of gloom. The presence in one place of the same creature from different times was a convincing confirmation of time travel. After fulfilling the necessary preparations, an earlier version of the scientist was sent back in time. Actually, the advancement of the scientist through a veil of opaque darkness at the time of appearance in the past constituted a historical exposition from John. The installation to facilitate the perception was created in a three-dimensional image. Sculpture of the tongue protrudes more than half its volume matte porous relief. The relief appears above the plane of the black block and through the numerous openings, the rays of light appearing to the scientist appeared. Jumping back in time did not exceed six months. The repeated repetition of transitions into the past for a limited time eventually gave acceleration in time for all. The return to the past has connected different generations of tongues with invisible bonds. The saying of earthlings "After my death, though the sun does not get up" caused a general panic attack.

John was dozing off for half an hour after he'd had enough sleep. A new habit came about thanks to the welcome silence before the voyage. Masha moved her hand in her dream. John opened his eyes. He tried to understand what had happened. In the bedroom, there was nothing but a big bed. The mother of the contactee freed her from all activities in space, and the sleeping Masha enjoyed human weaknesses. John knew about her weak attachment to sleep and woke her up at once as he got up:

- Good! Good morning sonia[4]!

- I'm not Sonya. I'm Masha!

-Anyway, pretty good. Good morning, Masha!

"Good morning, John!" Where are we going today? You want to continue building a magic park.

His carefree mood and desire to work with her together pushed him to beautify the first space hotel for earthlings. Today he planned to check the object he needed for training and announced:

- After breakfast, we will go to the inspection of the construction of the sports zone.

The construction site is always a danger zone. Masha did the calculations for the architectural task of John. Nearby it stood the Pilgrim under the working mechanics. One of the robots pushed an iron frame with rubber beams. The parts of the building, which were not attached to each other, collapsed. Their movement from above was directed towards the person. The pieces of construction collided and bounced back to the place where John stood. On the outside of the building, smashing the ceramic decorative ledges on the way, a metal ladder fell. Before that, it served as a support for the gymnastic design. Masha ran to his aid. At this time, several robots, randomly waving the lasers began to catch up and shred the metal structure. Robots were the main danger, as they were not modified to participate in work with humans. In a split second, numerous parts of the design, cutting their laser beams and the robots themselves turned into a single deadly swarm, shredding everything in its path. John heard the rustling sounds of lasers pricked up. Distinguishing from what place the sibilant sounds of metal lasers were heard, he turned his head in their direction. Reacting, the boy raised his hands and covered his face so that he could continue to see hundreds of pieces of debris coming through him, dissecting with the buzzing air. It was too late to run. At this moment, reaching him, pretty frightened Masha covered him with her own hands. At the last moment, before they were about to be hit with debris, it was useless to protect him from burning all the lasers, she looked around. Without releasing her hands and not believing her eyes, she whispered in his ear:

-      I can not understand.

Not wishing to destroy the idyll, he, not moving a corner of his eye, looked around. At the top, he saw a ready-made sports gymnastic design of horizontal bars and decorative ledges. The metal ladder, covered in a safe plastic, did not cause concern. Not a single mechanical assassin. Before he was frightened, the young man calmly said:

-It may be pleasant. - and put his hands on Masha's waist.

-it's all real! Except for your reaction. - The girl stepped back a step, releasing John.

- The first reaction is that everything is real. The brain cannot be ordered. Even knowing that reality is virtual. The feeling of the disaster is very real.

- sorry, I thought I let you know: we are now in reality.

- I think my knees begin to tremble. John sat on the protruding curb of the decorative stone belt from the building he was standing. An unpleasant feeling of nausea and nagging rolled on every cell of the body.

- I'm not a coward, but I'm afraid. I would like a light bulb to light up when I'm in reality and the opposite in virtuality. I begin to understand the horror of what happened. We could be crushed, burned, dismembered. I really do not even know what else. It looks like a single time loop. From the reverse, it is some hint of a possible revival. Our quantum mechanics explains this.

Masha, without saying a word, took a step towards him and with both hands hugged him by the neck and head, pressing her to his chest. His eyes became wet.

The girl, covering his head with her hands, spoke: excuse me, these are your emotions and mine. You named the horror. At first, you had emotions of fear. Then I felt the emotions of guilt and pity for you. And now you seem to be happy. Explain to me please, it's always like that.

"It's much more complicated than it seems." John smiled and got ready, afraid to break the idyll, to a long narrative: "In reality, I hear my sigh, the murmur of time and the impatience of my soul."

[1] Patieruke mean in Russian five hands

[2] cobot is collaborative robot (with a human).

[3] Tonic immobilization - the effect of a living creature in case of stress to freeze and like a stone

[4] In the Russian context sonia, like the sleepyhead, one who sleeps a lot and coincides with the female name.



Tank battle.

Before I went to the cashier's door, John called Nick. "Nick hello, this is John." How are you? Did you get a higher position? Excellent, I knew that.  Kindly call your friend Sergey in the insurance company. Tell him not to sign a contract with a shopping center “Rainbow mart”. They brought a criminal case against them, organized deliveries of overdue products to school cafeterias, not only that children are poisoned, but they also receive a pullback from this. Tell him: he will have hemorrhoids from them. They have fire sensors literally for beauty hang." Then John went inside. Downstairs at the station, he inserted his card into the device on the table and sat down at the table facing the screen. He put his left hand on the countertop. John waited a moment for the pads of his fingers and the surface of his hand to light. Masha's hologram appeared on the live display. A beautiful doll stood in the pose of a dancer and in a ballerina's dress waiting for interaction.

- Hi, beauty. If you have everything ready to say: dear Jonathan, Start. John froze with a smile on his face.

- Hi, Johnny, honey, start it! Good luck.

Turning to the switch, the young man clearly and loudly began to say: "The girl, connect the remote-control system" Dead Hand ", the object" Far Eastern halibut." "He saw how the new emulator was installed and continued: "Enter the access code: tsunami register, number 272 127 slash 2017. purpose Yellowstone volcano, time of departure on readiness." Performer Jonathan Govorun State registration number 3 "Malachite Flower" access point. "Through the speakers, there was a gurgling, which indicated the work of the coder. These sounds were repeated every time before the words of the man and after John's words later on during the conversation. A man's voice was heard: "The identity is confirmed." The target was discovered. "A window with a password appeared on the screen. The brother clicked on the input field with the key under the middle finger and the virtual keyboard popped out. Slowly, one letter at a time, he typed "nothing is superfluous," and knocked on the key input. "Do not disappoint me," John asked someone. And someone responded: "It's all right."

-You have previously been told that this is not a training alarm?

-Every time!

"And how many orders do you have for this?"

-Two, but who counts?

- I, I will be the first! I'll ask the assistant to include the picture. You, please comment. Girl, turn on the camera for viewing the Yellowstone volcano and write everything down for my archive.

-The ballistic missile will be launched from the Far Eastern halibut submarine complex. She went.

In the ocean at a distance of three hundred kilometers from the Pacific coast of North America, a metal cylindrical structure 50 meters high and 30 meters in diameter flinched at the bottom. The telescopic platform began to hum. With a powerful movement, two retractable pipes moved forward, bringing the surface of the water to the edge. Without stopping the powerful jerk of hidden mechanisms, a 20-meter rocket jumped out of the flaming tunnel. Like a defective match, on which there was too much sulfur spoiled during manufacturing. It turned out a rocket with an elongated wide head at the top. Rushing speedily, she rushed up. Seconds remained until the fire started from one match.

Have included a live broadcast of the volcano. A small aircraft circled over an overheated natural boiler. Unknown order bearer continued to report:

-At the altitude of 350 km begins to change the trajectory and unfold. Disclosure and launch of a hypersonic rocket. Starlite hit the target. Tell me what you see!

On the screen, five multicolored strings rushed from the platform of movement from the upper layers of the atmosphere to the glowing sphere of the explosion. Masha showed her thumb and made a squat as a dancer before disappearing from the scene disappeared.

- Explosion-like a cloud of fire burns up the volcano. Buya! A gigantic geyser with a fiery burning lava shot up into a cloud of a nuclear explosion! This must be seen! The volcano merged in a second. It seems to shake and calm down. Thank you for the service, bro. End of communication. Girl, disable all programs. Girl, turn on the text entry, the official explanation for the shooting of the Yellowstone volcano, the point. The scientist Mikhail Sazen was killed by the developer and test-tester of the "Starlit" nuclear missile. According to the erroneous opinion, the team of scientists said their colleague died at the hands of American spies, the point. They carried out an act of retribution on false grounds, a comma, for fear of their own lives and their family members, the point. Circumstance, formed in a team of scientists, does not allow us to find out the immediate performers, the point. Their participation is completely denied the point. There is no hard without good, the point. Thanks to the explosion, the upper layers of the atmosphere were screened. A protective screen will save many inhabitants of the planet, a point. The expected effect for 3 years will postpone the process of the "trigger" of the chain reaction of the onset of a climatic catastrophe, i.e. already irreversible, a process similar to what happened to Venus, the point. It's just a reminder to us all about the catastrophe that has already happened, point. It's time to start building systems of dehumidifying the atmosphere to limit the greenhouse effect, the point. Apply oxygen recovery technology, point. Any action is already timely, point. Such happy explosions may no longer be, a point. Turn off the recording. Girl spread the official explanation of the shooting of the Yellowstone volcano.

Under the influence of wind, the nuclear mushroom over the Yellowstone volcano lost shape. A column of dust with radiation was carried towards Santa Monica. The geyser of a red-hot liquid rocked by waves on the previous dense mass and still rushed upwards. At an altitude of 70 meters, a ball of nuclear sun blazed in diameter of 5 meters. The spray of the lava flowing around the ball turned into white dazzling welding, on which it was painful to look. After 20 minutes the star collapsed, and, in its place, a quantum singularity was formed. Led by the lava, the black hole began to increase. There came a time when the growth of retraction of matter stopped. The slowly moving column of lava was thinned to a pipe a meter in thickness. At the very top the stream was divided into five equal ends. The prominences, bending around with fiery serpents and repeating the shape of the sphere of the nuclear ball at that place, disappeared at the ends. Impossible spectacle stabilized in the form of a fountain of slowly crawling lava up the air. From the depths of space wormholes on the burning surface of prominences emerged four. Because of the glow, it was impossible to determine in the spacesuits or not. Glowing with a powerful electric discharge, the inhabitants of a different dimension looked like flattened cones 1.5 meters high, tapering to the top, they ended with a rounding. Their red figures with spots of rust bent as if balancing when trying to stay on their feet. They were recharged with energy from the plasma of the volcano. For a second, their radiance became brighter white, burning contrasting red spots all over the surface became a common white dazzling light. From time to time each newcomer twinkled as if he were an ordinary buggy image. The extremities sticking out of their mid-beings were clinging to each other. The aliens dragged either a wounded man or one of the spacesuits worn on them. What they pulled looked more real than themselves. They rolled down the lava and disappeared into the fire. On the opposite side of the planet, the languages materialized in a ball of light above the malachite table. Without stopping to bend, they began to approach the guy. Jonathan cheerfully exclaimed, "hello languages without bones." In the hands of twin brothers, he recognized his photon twin, grown as a part of his soul. The young man grabbed his head. The guests brought their burden close to John. The photon life brought by Languages for penetration used the young man's nervous system. Touching the young man, she absorbed the nervous system and convulsively swept the whole body. Suddenly, from inside, John's head lit up with a blue glow. His skull became translucent. The pupils of the eyes widened in pain. Throughout the length of the nerve endings, a charge of photons ran. His life became more. The illuminated structure of the color of rusty iron ascended along the entire length of the nerve endings. Reaped by a phantom John has changed the structure of photons under the conditions of gravitational measurement of the native for the Earthman. Representatives of another dimension flickered more and more often. During the actions they performed, they became more transparent. Passing their energy, they increasingly lost their brightness and yellowed. A biofield formed around John. A thin red shell enveloped him completely and disappeared. Suddenly, responding to the pain worked suit. A brilliant black protection in the form of a spacesuit concealed it. Thanks to the inclusion of protection and the released gas, he was released from the pain. The young man knew how full of uncertainty pioneered all sorts of suffering and trials. It is impossible to be ready for anything. John tried in a weak voice to joke:

-I need a break from work.

In a second, everything seemed normal.

Welcome to the gravitational dimension! After the opaque pitch darkness around, what thoughts appeared. John looked up and smiled at his friends. Inside him, repeating his contours, his light-colored spirit flashed, which immediately assumed the features of the youth, repeating facial expressions. The first person with a combined form of consciousness from various dimensions looked at himself admiring the flickering of the colored reflections of his biofield. John stood up and raised his head and hand in greeting to the guests, straightened the glowing white radiance of the angel wings. The man was shining and gave a happy radiant smile to the languages. The emulation of the two minds created the third reality. Her new qualities and qualities he had to master. The terrestrial brain, developed on the principle of emotional perception, connected to the photon generator of life, developed on the principles of measurements. The mystery of the appearance of the new has been accomplished. Perhaps it is a man with computer thinking and a genius creator of a new reality. The aliens stood on the table top of the malachite bowl. In a hurry they spoke at once:

-This is a great life-affirming knowledge about the spread of the light of being through space. Happiness is part of the light universe and now we will share it with you. Live!

-We are happy! To spite our conclusion in the darkness around us without energy transfer. Behind millions of years in the dimension, where the islet of existence limited the size of our place of existence and perception of the world. Live!

-I saw everything you send to us a hundred times. Your life is incredibly interesting, and I became a hero like you. Live!

-The copy of your intellectual life is supplemented as often as you send an update. In case of your present extinction, we will introduce you to continue. Live!

The tongues laid one limb on each other in a common fist saying goodbye to each other. In response, free limbs waved his brother saying goodbye. John hurried to stretch out his glowing hand to touch the general handshake. "It's our choice to sacrifice ourselves for our common survival in the fight against the elements of the universe." They disappeared suddenly. John did not expect that his twin brothers would not transfer the conditions of gravity measurement and would disintegrate so quickly. He expected to transmit through the established information into the field full of information about what had happened. The young man understood the difference between killing and heroic death. He was not afraid of death itself, he was scared to be lost for so long in unconsciousness. He knew that the system of reproduction of his life form from the last copy of his soul is unique. It will not be applied to the languages that disintegrated before his eyes without a trace. It was an extraordinary act of heroism in the name of a common noble cause. John wrote a mentally thankful message about their exploit to their homeland lost in nowhere. Trying new possibilities, the guy pulled out a glowing thin ray and burned a message on the wall under the ceiling. "Here was John Govorun." When he returned to normal, he looked again. John's favorite jacket was tested with dignity, due to the fact that she was unbuttoned she remained intact. The top part of the trousers fell apart at the seams, showing black cowards. Most of all, the shoes suffered. Ragged mouths of torn soles asked for porridge. "In such a walk is not an option." - The guy decided to go to the shops near the metro station.

Dressed in new clothes, he again rejoiced at the remaining outer clothing. John considered his black jacket with a zipper all-season. Her high collar bent in half buttoned rivets always helped out in the cold. The soft cloth of the cover looked like spring or autumn. Two front slanting pockets with zippers made a stylish look of a designer jacket for a summer promenade. "The metro station is open all year round," the guy looked around him. The attention of the young man was attracted by the girl and he remembered a thought-out assignment to get acquainted at the metro with the girl. Her tight clothes simply repeated the shape of the body. Through the thin fabric of trousers, the feminine rounded legs from the knees were guessed. The width of the hips slightly exceeded the width of the shoulders. The beauty of youth manifested itself in the movement of the body. The elasticity of gait and a direct look into the distance said: I know exactly where I'm going, and you do not care. A tight knot of twisted hair on the crown made it stretched out. "My theme, I'm going to get acquainted" - John thought and went to the place on her way before the entrance to the subway so as to have time to stand up to her approach. On the move, he turned on the phone to control the nanorobots, which he installed a Russian hacker. On his command, the nanorobots squeezed the life-giving products through the roots of the hair on the head with the addition of the solidification enzyme. His hair is the same as that of Alex only without parting. Hair as from a gust of wind aroused and froze in the position of "explosion at a pasta factory." In reality, hair grows in clumps. A short haircut was for the new hairstyle the most suitable, to be acceptable, well, almost. For John himself, the hairstyle was a surprise. He saw his reflection in the window. On the head in different directions stuck out hair clumps. Previously, he used this function in the virtual participation zone. It turned out perfectly. He, however, saw the result of a programmatic calculation of uniform distribution and it looked like a stacking in a million. Now he saw how his hair actually grows. The boy stopped and pretended to start looking for someone to turn to. Turning and looking at the same level in front of him, he met bright brown eyes with a thin black rim: girl, please help me, how can I take a bus or a metro to the Ostankino TV tower?

"On the subway," she said, forced for a moment braking and going around him.

-Not against, I'll go next, and show me where.

-My name is John. What is your name?

-My name is Svetlana.

 -Svetlana is a very bright name and she's coming. Unfortunately, I need to stay here for a while. - he spoke leisurely, adding emotions during the conversation: it will be a pity so that it is by chance never to meet. Please give me your phone number.

 The girl stopped and looking straight into his face asked: why?

 It was in his head: It's not simple!

 -Can the metro have a walk or think of something else.

  The girl took out a small book and pulled out a card from the inner bookmarks. On the card was written the administration of the circus and the phone number is indicated. Svetlana, uttering in a deliberately sweet voice: "please," extended her hand with the card. I gave it away and immediately started moving towards the metro.

 -And if Svetlana is asked what to say.

"One such thing," Sveta said, once again turning her face to him and smiling. Sensing a wave of romance, John remembered the picture and thought: The girl on the ball, that's who she might be.

He was still watching the ballet dancer retreating, when the nose of a bald, 35-year-old man appeared in front of his nose. The haggard said: "Good afternoon. I'm an investigator. I have questions on a case in which you can know something. There's a police room on the subway, let's go talk. John replied: "I cannot be arrested, I can not say anything, if only I could share information like a patriot." the investigator pondered for a minute. "I have a car here, go in the car and talk" - the investigator waved a hand at a lonely car and nodded his head expecting when John would go. John was the first to get into the car on the front passenger seat. The driver's closing door slammed and John immediately began to say: "Really? Gelendvagen?" On the fact that you are driving you need to ask for the BMW M760Li xDrive.

- Write! I ask for additional measures to be taken by the case opened by me: to permit the recruitment of a trustee and ask me to provide me with BMW Vision. "The investigator caught every word, but decided to interrupt the witness and introduced himself:" Major Vasilyev. "He gathered his thoughts and continued:

-You began to say that you cannot be closed. What's wrong?

- I'm not the only one. I'll close the others upset. There are many enemies, but there is no use for the cause. Objective accusations are not at all, go to the person pass. When personal responsibility does not get out. Think why the FSS sent you? Are you always the most important investigator on the verge of a showdown? And here we are with you, see how well we talk. We can discuss, talk, negotiate. Check out the rap: (John went on to say pathetic patter)


The jackpot is yours, bro

                                        Your career will go uphill if you’re a pro.

                               You are a player in this casino,


               Do not bet on black, if the rush is red!

       I explain about the roulette

 but do not agitate

 you for the cognitariat

to be harnessed.

Having received information from various sources, the high authorities saw in John a witness of the events that had occurred. The video of the shooting at the metro and the presence of the boy on the spot caused questions. Hoping to find the information connecting events in one chain, they sent an investigator to question this inexperienced youth. The major was glad to try to intimidate, in a friendly way, to cheat, at random to throw hooks questions.

"Thank you for not having encircled me with 3-floor mats," Major Vasilyev commented with knowledge and asked: "I can not understand how you are going to dispose of power?"

"We do not need power." People do not need power, then we do not care. We have a personal interest in the remaining 40 years to live like the last time! We will build fair social relations for an individual organization. The trade union of railway workers is with us. It turned out that their rights should be collectively presented and defended. You and your superiors will be OK: super-medical help from everything. Live at least two hundred years.

The investigator noticed that the young man spoke in someone else's words, retelling someone. He asked specifically:

-What do you want?

- Live life as a person! As the last time! It's enough!


In the park on the bench next to the PP (cross-dimensional travel platform) sat a woman. She looked at her dog of the noble family. Four young men stepped behind her behind the invisible wall behind her. A minute passed after they first entered and now they were new tankmen, specializing in the management of the Armata tank. 10 unreal days they spent in the zone of virtual participation of the VPZ, learning to control armored tanks. The team was strong. Alex, Nick and John have differently learned about the pill that saved their lives after irradiation with radiation. But people equally endured the news. Tablets, taken by them from radiation, turned out to be colonies of nanorobots, ensuring the working capacity of avatars of clones of aliens. Which people were not alike? Turned off nanorobots can be combined with the cessation of the life of the body of the carrier. Therefore, it is not necessary. Nobody has no idea what the consequences of the application. One thing they could be sure about: their bodies will be modified for the functions of avatars flying on their own wings of extraterrestrials advanced in longevity. "This is definitely a plus in the life of such" one-day "people, as opposed to" setting up ", as Nick put it," Rus confidently objected. For trying to justify, Alex called him "unreasonable cool-nerd". The officer was the first to talk about the mental changes that have manifested themselves. He, through the perception of the emotional manifestation of people, learned how many lies around him. He knew that he was kind. His brain drew reality better than it really was. Nick did not experience evil, endowing his likeness with all good intentions. The state of harmony with the world was violated after the inclusion of a lie detector. These devices, built in to their minds, began to show an estimated judgment of the information of those who expressed it. In the field of vision of the left eye began to appear colored rectangles running along the scale. A constant exchange of views with new friends led him to a decision. Like them, he made the choice to believe in good people. The man came spontaneously to the conclusion, so one day he, holding Ira's hand, stopped and said:

- I choose to live with faith in all the good. I will trust. I will avoid the influence of those who deceive me or myself. No matter how bad things happen to me, I will live for the good.

Against the backdrop of changes that turn the life of physical changes, were accepted as bonuses. For example, the creation of a personal resuscitation system, necessary before the provision of inpatient care. Each of them on the heart now has a piercing rod for blood flow, if necessary, for the brain instead of iron glands for producing an oxygen reserve, a connector for connecting to technical devices under the armpits instead of the lymph nodes. At all, it was inspired by information that nanorobots produce a protein algorithm that is used in the body to restore or replace a living cell. The absence of tissue differentiation and participation in morphogenesis represents a protein algorithm as a mechanism of regeneration. Now it was hoped that the lost part of the body would grow again. Like how the tail of a lizard regrows. The metabolic process was also changed. For example, the large role of the liver in chemical effects on the body leads to the characteristic subordination of people to do what they should. This is used practically: with total punishment for everything in succession, the instinct of obedience to the silent slave is developed, which does not see its position. No wonder they say, if you do not see around the slaves, then this means you yourself are a slave. Hormonal balance in the body determines the motivation of his actions. Due to the superiority of the liver in such a chemical production, the individual strives to do what he must. Under the control of nanorobots, the production of hormones in the brain-liver ratio is tuned to the excess of brain production, especially adrenaline. Now they will take all their decisions based on their education on the basis of their own assessment "because I can," and not "should." Of course, such people start saying what they want. When it is not face-to-face conflicts begin. That's why it's important to not talk to people like that in a conversation.

- Please, here are devices that will hook under your armpits on the connectors that have appeared at you. Select left or right. To you each they will develop more metal-proteins in the brain. Then the telepathic communication between you will be more reliable. - instructed Rus. "Have we already put antennas in the head?" - Nick asked excitedly. "Bro, this is WiFi, you all love it," Rus caulked.

   At night, at the dead end of the sorting railway junction, fantastic actions began. First, the first platform silently out of the air, and then the entire train. The locomotive was pushing 4 platforms in front of it with tarpaulin covered with machinery. At 24:00 the pusher slowly rolled the train to the rail stop. After a stop, four railwaymen ran out of the car at the tracks. They threw a pair of brake shoes under the wheels. At this time the locomotive left in the dark, disappearing 10 meters from the train, at the same place where it appeared. Within minutes, the workers removed the tarpaulin from three armata-tanks, and on the fourth, they untied it. After we got into the car and waited. Another five cars came to the railway union car. At 01:00 am improved people and a Russian hacker. We approached the railwaymen to say hello. "There's everything on the railway," Alex said in a satisfied voice. He waved his hand over his head to show everyone to go. "Do not forget to say thanks to the railway troops for training your little brother to run a rare technique," John recalled telepathically. Nanorobots made changes in his brain: he began to feel a positive reaction to the genetic health of the people around him. All sense organs transmit more information than people realize. Small changes in the areas of the brain responsible for touching generalize the experience of the senses. The cyborg man identified the smell of a genetically fully-formed woman. He smiled in the face of the young railroader. John has already realized this generalization he meets only in women. It reminded him of the time spent with the Strigushy. Their female society was completed in an evolutionary sense by a society without genetic defects.

- Hold hands. We take up the common cause. Alex took the workers on the sides by the arms. Who was standing from the back put their hands on his shoulders and arms. We were all preparing to say the motto. Clutching at each other, people formed a crystal lattice. "Let's count together" - Alex turned to people:

-Once, and two,

-For justice!

In a good mood, Nick remained standing at a distance from the concrete ramp next to the first platform from the stop. There were not enough places in the tanks. After five minutes, the open tanks were wound up. The smooth hum of engines became familiar in a minute. Nick watched standing to one side, in readiness to transmit telepathically messages in support of the movement of equipment. The same way came the Buddhist and the beautiful. We approached Nick. The first tank turned 90 degrees and slowly moved down the ramp. He stopped rocking back and forth. Then he drove off without making stops along the way and drove into a dense one to the platform with a second tank. He unfolded the barrel of the gun in the opposite direction from the platform. The second "armata" steered about 30 degrees. It drove to a tank standing at the platform and continued on the forward of the tank was on the ground. Without stopping I drove to the next tank. The trick of the passage from the platform to the ground along the armor of the tank attracted the attention of the spectators. A group of enthusiastic members of the railway workers' union, smiling, Nick and his friends clapped their hands. Borya raised his black eyebrows in amazement and said, hoping to join the swaggers he had seen: I, too, are a tank man. I served in the Far East. Only our tank was buried in the ground.

Nick gave telepathically: "You're all screwed up! Let's see how you manage with the job."

The third tank, using the help of a colleague, repeated the maneuver of the second. He jerked in place and jumped one caterpillar aboard the tank under him, sideways to the ground. Again, there was an applause. After completing the maneuver, Alex telepathically: " Do you want to live? Be able to turn around!"

The tank column at the same time turning each tank at 90 degrees unfolded in battle order front to the buildings of the shopping center "Rainbow mart". Nick looked at the girl's face. Ira, feeling it decided to shoot him with her eyes. She tilted her head and, covering her eyes, turned to the guy with military bearing all over. When they were face to face, she lifted her eyelids and eyebrows, rounding her eyes. Ira smiled affectionately and seemed to reach out to him for a kiss. Nick really liked it, shivers ran down his spine. He took the beauty by the hand. He told the telepaths, " Do you want to live? Be able to spin!" But he said aloud: "It's time to take places for especially important people." Irochka, next to me is the best place. " The girl and helped her climb the armor guys took seats in the remaining tank. The cannon of the tank under the tarp briefly jerked upwards and froze in anticipation. From under the tarpaulin, the Patieruke-drone with artificial intelligence first peered out and only then got out. Its upper part looked like a deep plate on the edge of the bottom moving the ring propeller. From the middle, there were five hands, on which he leaned on walking. It was a gift from John to Nick "For communication", whatever that means. The drone Patieruke took off and departed towards the shopping center. His task was to arrange micro cameras and shoot a video about what was happening. A huge car parked in front of the shopping center was guessed by the cars standing on it in different places. Three armata overcame the field with weeds about 500 meters. Each tank entered a level meter above the asphalt surface of the parking lot, swaying in a horizontal position with bows. The first two went to different angles on the facade. The third tank began to circumnavigate the shopping center on the left. Its installation of an electric pulse burned the electronics device within a strip directed from the starboard side to the side of the building. Having reached the end of the wall, the tankman turned on the searchlight on the armor. After turning around the corner under the beam of the headlamp was a local garbage dump. In the middle of the wall, a group of men and women scoured the contents of the trash. Someone from inside a large iron box gave people outside the objects. In public, there were parts of theatrical clothes and fancy dresses. An unknown picture for those who do not happen at night in such places. To them was a prematurely aged man, with thin features resembling Uncle Sam. On his head is a top hat. When the light rested against his back, he turned abruptly with his whole body. Continuing the movement, a black jacket without buttons with torn sleeves opened, looking like a vest. Opened a white lacy shirt-front, dressed on a naked body. Continuing to keep his left hand behind the shopping cart, the man looked sternly from under eyebrows hanging from long white hair to the offender of the everyday situation of sharing. In fact, the picture was extraordinary. And the withered man in the cylinder apparently unsuccessfully tried to get used to the image of an American. On the head came out from under the edges of the cylinder white tufts of gray hair. The edges of the lace were stitched with red thread so that at a distance they looked like a bow tie. Something apparently coincidentally corresponded to the image of an American. After the turn, he held out his fingers, folded in the form of a pistol, with a thumbs-up. It became clear that the local people tried very hard to become Americans. What only they did not do! That's just got them the image of the whole planet in the form of this beggar, picking an American cylinder on his head from the square after the fair. The circus left, and the clowns stayed. Uncle Sam collapsed. He fell, and foam came out of his mouth. Cramps began and one of the little girls who noticed what was happening called an ambulance. Standing next to him, a young man in a pince-nez, too, took out the phone, which was discharged, and he threw it back over his shoulder. Patieruke sent a video shot with X-ray translucence and the inscription: see how well the maps are visible. On the video, skeletons sat at the table with the cards clamped. Gray tones clearly showed pictures and numbers of cards. The third tank on the move unfolding the tower moved along the wall along the concrete ramp to the entrance of the cargo warehouse of the closed huge blinds. Accelerating it struck the barrage. The curtain came off from above and fell down before the tank under the light of a bright headlamp. The drone waded forward and flew to the guard who opened the door to the armored room. A man with a gun on his shoulder saw the tank wagging the whole interior with a light beam from the headlight and raising his hands in horror. Another private guard looking, as frightened the man who opened the door, for fear of seeing a five-arms giant mutant. Screaming with moo, he jerked to the door and knocked off his partner, rushed past the tables with the players to the main exit. A swarm of micro cams accompanied him, recording from different angles a moronic expression on his face. The partner sharply strained all four limbs, jumped up and ran after him. Drone Patieruke illuminating an x-ray saw a pistol in the drawer of the table. With two limbs he lifted the table and carried it to the places where the table top was fastened, bent its largest limb. The jet of air escaped with supersonic speed and destroyed the attachment site. In the opened drawer, the drone took a pistol. The tank of the septum drove into the main hall. Mighty Armata began to turn out straight to the main entrance. The clatter of caterpillars on the stone floor was drowned in a thunder of thunder from the safe room. The light of the headlight slid over the two cops, dropping drugs on the floor. Tank finished the turn. In the light of the lights were tables for card games, animators of illegal casinos and other horsies of this place. A lot of slot machines, tuned to win the house, blinked with color overflows. When distributing cards to losers at one table, the dealer stopped with a card in his hand. Next to another table in a suit with stripes, one of the effective casino managers hung with the phone attached to the ear. Most of the attendees fled to the exits. "I'm starting to optimize the casino," - a message was made available to the telepaths. "It stinks of them all the way around," Nick said. There was a roar of a shot. Bullet, entirely consisting of a metal shell, escaped from the trunk. A shock wave was formed which, in a closed room, struck at high speed and bounced off the walls. Just seconds before the shot, two drones flew up from the opening hatch in front of the tower to the air, the size of shoe boxes. The drones-kamikazes stuffed with explosives flew to the supports of the hemisphere. Having exploded, they moved the metal frame of the glass roof dome and tore it from two neighboring supports. In the fall, the dome turned over, clinging to the opposite supports. Smoothly, screeched with metal beams, the dome was placed on the marble floor and stopped. Under the top of the dome, five projectors were covered with a black panel, which in its dimensions corresponded to the proportions of the game card. Light included throughout. The shopping center came to life. Searchlights lit under a shiny rectangle, similar to a card with a black shirt. The dumbbell, spinning like a circular saw, rushed through the shards of the glass, crushing them into a sparkling dust. The missile flew off the column with a ricochet. Then he struck the polished surface of the card-panel in the dark as a cosmos. The blunt end of the projectile with the whole area of the butt was attached to the chiseled granite. From the impact, the surface of the panel was covered with a network of faults. Little beams broke through the cracks and hit the glass dust. The light refracted with glass blinked red dots. The bursting light played around the faults with red lights, like a burning paper in a crescent. The black shirt of the granite card tore apart torn apart by cracks. From under the fragments from the center of the map, a scarlet light burst out, devouring the darkness, shimmering on glass dust. Next, bright white light floodlights illuminated everything around. The black mark of the devil was replaced by a white light. The flying pieces of black granite, bumping against the edges of the searchlights, moved them so that the joint glow was pulled to the cloud above the building. "Trump card, your cards are bits." John thought aloud. He, like all telepaths, saw the video broadcast by the cameras.

 " The calf of gold is the victor over the gods!

In its derisory glory,     

In its derisory glory,     

The abject monster insults heaven!

It contemplates, oh weird frenzy!

At his feet the human race,

Hurling itself about, iron in hand,

In blood and in the mire,

Where gleams the burning metal,

Where gleams the burning metal,

And Satan leads the dance, etc.   

And Satan leads the dance, etc."

- Sang Alex "le veau d'Or"[1]. The noise of the rumble increased from the first shot. Added a crash of crumbling structures at the entrance. Alex's head sounded

-Remember the tradespeople!

-Don't hurt the traders! They are compared to these pests, good people. - with knowledge of the matter and laughing aloud the officer thought aloud.

"John, some of you do not tolerate crooks." "Hello, Alex."

-I always distinguish my own thoughts. I know when they are out of my head or from the information field of the phantom. This is not what I said. You can always check the entry to find out who is so impudent here that he freely expresses his opinion. - John hesitated, a vision of the future momentarily captured his imagination. He opens the car door to the BMW, releasing Iru. Alex and Rus supporting Nick from side to side with her. A powerful force pulls them out in one piece of reality and carries them through the expanses of the cosmos.

At this time, two tanks from the positions opposite the corners of the building fired angular supports. The shooting of the fighting left huge holes in the walls. Some shots fell into the bearing supports, this shook the whole building. The iron beams bent. People ran out in panic from different sides of the center. About 2 dozen people were outside and stopped to look around. Through the hole above the shopping center, a column of construction dust shot up. In the light of the searchlights, it looked like a powerful explosion lifting a nuclear mushroom. On the top hung a cloud, in which the light was resting and reflected. The effect of the game of light turned out to be monstrously like a real spacecraft. It looked like a flying saucer crashing underneath a disgustingly copied box of degenerate urbanization. The people imagined and what was happening before their eyes looked like an alien attack. Fascinated, they peered into the spaceship, but the bright light prevented us from seeing the details. According to numerous testimony of witnesses, the destruction of the shopping center was attributed to aliens. The third tank jumped from the main entrance. He drove forward and pushing one car to another nearby. The first car stalled. The tank drove along both of them from above. Together with a tape of a caterpillar the human bones stuck in it and the suit with stripes. "Armata" turned around and continued shelling the building. In five hundred meters from the shopping center the residential area began. In 9 and 5-storey apartment buildings, the windows of the windows were lit up with light. Another 5 minutes later, the entire sleeping area shone. People clung to the windows and peered at the rattling shots. Flashing headlights, stunning the sleeping area with sirens, the collectors on armored KAMAZ rushed. From the loopholes, Machine -gunners fired. Sharply braked in front of the tank, fired at the corner of the building. One shell was enough to free the sector of shelling from unnecessarily zealous defenders of the dough. From direct hit, the armored car shuddered and bent. The missile, penetrating inside, tore the armor onto the rags. From the powerful explosion from the inside, the body was shattered by pieces. The cockpit flattened and threw forward the car's frame, like the upper hatch on the hinges. The skeleton on the wheels did not close the review. A small cloud of smoke immediately dissipated. The roof of the shopping center twitched several times. Then he slowly tilted on the half-bent supports. The roof fell to the ground and the letters r, a, i, n flew from the sign "Rainbow mart". At a tremendous speed, a droning armored train rushed to the dead end. Continuously signaling, he began to breake, issuing the furious sounds of a gnash of metal. The front platform was completely filled with 2 standard containers. In fact, it was one big hood for a strategic missile hidden inside. Next came the first armored car, from which various trunks protruded above. It was possible to distinguish weapons, anti-aircraft guns and guns. Then there was a powerful diesel tractor, wrapped in armor. The armored train was closed by two armored cars with long trunks protruding from them in different directions. Private security guardians from the armored train opened an anti-aircraft and machine-gun fire. When he stopped remaining 50 meters from the platform on which stood the tank waiting for him. "bow mart" the ruin came under fire from the defenders of property from the armored train, the few remaining people standing, saw some of them bleeding falling to the ground. They ran wild with furious faces away from the damned place. The volley of tank guns thundered. From falling letters fell apart, except the four composing the word wart[2].

-all as in the movie, - summed up Nick. He projected video on the monitor in a tank for the people present. He himself saw more from all the cameras flying around the tanks. Alex’s monitor connected electronic devices sent a voice message to those looking after what is happening. From his speakers sounded his strained voice:

- the most anticipated project from the series is everything like in the movies - this is an episode of the life of earthlings "death on Venus" - Alex involuntarily spoke on this topic. He did not rest. He again turned to people with the hope that someone, if not he will find a solution.

The tanks again, as if on command, lined up in a row to attack and jerked toward the eerie monster on the railway. Two shots rang from the platform with the tank. The first shot was turned over by the cover. The double container looked like an uncovered can. The upper part with torn edges protruded to the top. Half of the rocket, which turned out to be a well-made mock-up, came out into the open hole. The second shot was taken in the gap that remained after the first shot, a gaping hole in the front wall. After every shot, the whole armored train with the unbearable creaking tugged the most powerful impulse. The flight of mercenaries began. They met the railwaymen uncovered tanks. Simple laborers took away weapons, equipment, outfit and released from the armored train. The trophies were carried to the armored train. An ambulance came to the backyard of the shopping center with flashing lights and a siren, but it's too late. A citizen trying to become an American having hung up on himself the American flags have already died. The nurse respectfully said:

-Russian horseradish grows in bizarre forms.

The nurse looked at the magazine a sumptuous life from a homeless truck. From the cover, the inscription called for putting a disposable cup from the cafe on the granite countertop. Straight to the ambulance from the ruins came the five-furrow. On the front hung a Kalashnikov automatic rifle on the belt, as if on a neck. All five hands were occupied by large, full bags. In one, Makarov's pistol was clamped and directed forward. The paramedics raised their hands and stepped aside. People at the trash can continue to watch quietly the retiring drone. At a distance behind, he looked like a bully in a broad-brimmed hat. The soldier with the bags passing by them essentially did not differ from them in any way. After a second realizing that it was time to endure, they silently headed for the interior of the building's landslides. The doctor nodded to his friend: "It's time to share." The nurse responded: "And I still have nothing to put a glass of coffee!" The doctors followed the tired people, pulling on disposable gloves.

The five-armed drone flew to the opening hatch. Nick climbed out, with the palm of his left hand, he grabbed the gun and lifted the number to his face. Satisfied with what he saw, he hid his gun on the inside of the jacket. Three tanks, in turn, stopped by the ramp one by one, took up platforms. The workers came up to fix the equipment and cover with a tarpaulin. From the space between the tank echelon and the monstrous train a locomotive appeared and hooked the armored train. One of the members of the trade union came closer to the machinist and waved. The locomotive caught the train and dragged it beyond the line, behind which he, along with the train, disappeared. By the time the train with the tanks was ready for dispatch and the brake shoes had been removed from under the wheels, the locomotive drove up and dragged it into the invisibility of the transfer area. Participants in a tank battle on cars went to sort out the booty. They were already ahead of the numerous residents who came to the shopping center. There was no fire, the dust settled fairly quickly. The breeze blew open space. Most of the retail premises remained under suspended fragments of ceilings and ceilings. Watching the people went into the breaks in the walls and looked around the counters. People in a businesslike way, thoroughly sorted out the goods. Some already hunched under the weight of the purchased went to their homes. To meet them, many residents of the district were in a hurry. Many years of work they were selected under 90% of the product they produced. They do not need to explain how much profit to take, they see it every day. Ira chose a large blue jacket with polysterene[3] down for the winter. Golden-brown thin lines divided the surface of the jacket into rhombuses. She pushed it into a pouch bound with a ribbon jacket, the size of a pomelo fruit. Nick came up with a box, smiling with a very sincere said: "Hello, long time no see."

-Hey, heifer! Would you like a sneaker? - local pick-up "glued flippers". He stopped five meters from Ira. The donor held the louboutins in his hands and froze in anticipation of an answer.

-Let's go to. - invited Nick, and she went next to him.

"Hello, I have a gift for you" - Beauty waved a bag. "Do not worry, I did not expect that there will be a big gift." "Certainly not more than my own." the smiling young man jokingly remarked, pointing to the box. It was the same gift. Which is unexpectedly handed to the full pleasure of a woman.

- I hope yoga tea from Alexander taught you to give something tea. Always a good gift mug thermos or device siphon for tea brewing. - Alex, who was on their way, immediately joined to a conversation.

- Definitely! In my gift there is tea. Sure, it is not practical, but romantic. From the words "I like it". - Nick for some reason, frowning with pleasure, sniffed the cardboard box. He lifted and shook. Beautiful velvet burgundy tea roses rustled in response.

[1] from the opera of C. Gounod "Faust" sings by Ildar Abdrazakov

[2] wart - hangout, brothel, trading house, gambling house

[3] Plystyrol 


Shot in the back of the head (knot)

The father of the big man fell into a madhouse a second time. The trade union leader was not shy that his father did not fit into the modern social order. It was true. More and more interesting people have come to the madhouse in recent years. This was a tall girl named Tosya on the passport Antoinette. Now in Alex's memory, everything has grown together with the girl who lived in the hospital who has not grown old and who has not been sick for ten years, as he first saw her. He guessed that she had lost her connection and was not differentiated for independent development. It was an opportunity to use her bio-organism as an avatar. The muscular man told the Cyborg team about her. Then they first discussed the girls’ special forces. There was a long thoughtful preparation for drawing Masha into earthly affairs. Dealing with the origin of Toshi, they found information about the activities of aliens in a former planet inhabited by people in the belt of asteroids of the solar system. The cloud of the oxygen atmosphere has been preserved, displaced by the impact of the asteroid from the surface of this planet as another reminder of the various perishes of civilizations.


Alex looked like his father, he frankly did not like evil. His first reaction to the use of evil was "NO". That is why the priest Boris saw in him a kindred spirit. Those who use evil for their corporate purposes run up against the application of identical methods to them. Alex applied evil to those who started it so that it returned there from where it came from. The priest asked Alex what measures were being applied to the invaders declaring private property on the planets. Alex reassured him, Earthlings could not live to survive on their own planet. The trade unionist interpreted his own idea of the development of earthlings as follows: "where he was born there and was useful". The most human show since birth as a society needs every human soul. Surrounded with the guaranteed care of society, protection from the creatures in whatever guise, they did not show up, educate the spiritual and responsible person, to give children happiness, which parents and relatives are capable of. Provide work on the mastered specialty. This is the second time that a public form of government will be called. Threefold to what details it will be necessary to form in mastering the practice and ideology of private property so that society will never turn into animals devouring each other. How much to extol the goal of public service or other social ideas. We will have to learn the rules of forceful opposition to the usurpation of power and the protection of democratic and liberal foundations. This should be taught as a safety precaution in the workplace. Forbid money and forever remember the history of this universal equivalent, its circulation and distribution. In other words, to prohibit money in interpersonal relations and non-productive activities. To develop self-management through trade unions for labor collectives. This is the idea of development:


"needed where was born"


A ray of the projector stretching to the wall showed John how the laser burns the inscription: "Here was John Govorun." The video ended and included intense daylight. A secret meeting of the russian CIA department devoted to the report on the progress of the investigation of the nuclear explosion on the Yellowstone volcano took place for the third time. There were 20 people at the school desks and 10 employees of the department. After reading the report, discussion and the fifth video showing, more than two hundred priority measures were accumulated. From the first day after the attack, the government began to provide humanitarian assistance to the collapsing nuclear country. The danger of the policy pursued contrary to the aspirations of the population was expressed unequivocally. Empty promises have lost effect. The head of the CIA spoke from the spot:


-The work of American advisers transferred to the FSS[16] management is negatively affected by their experience of re-subordinating the bespeci service in Ukraine.


- In Russian, it's more correct to say bespechni service (sounds like in engl. not responsible). - suggested the expert.


Nodding his head affirmatively, the boss continued: It is necessary to trust the subordinates more and control them less. The official attitude to the humanitarian assistance provided to families of servicemen of the Moscow garrison positively affects the performance. More honest attitude of employees to their duties than in Moscow and do not want. It was agreed to employ 300 cadets and officers to apprehend John Govorun. The chief glanced briefly into his papers and ordered:


- to Major Vasilyev, give the BMW M760Li xDrive today. His personal participation in the detention must be guaranteed. Report on the readiness of the prison in Poland in the city of Szczecin to accept Govorun. The truck for its transportation is to be delivered today to the place of detention. You know, this prison is in the homeland of its imperial ancestors of the Romanovs. The commander for the management of the truck was a distant relative of Jonathan. From the family of immigrants from Poland the city of Gdansk. Do not you dare tell him, the strictest secrecy! We need to cut Russian roots in America and those who can turn out to be from their imperial Romanov family should be added to the Poles who live with us, 6 million, Germans 6 million, Swedes 1 million, Danes half a million. This is a plus for the already identified 2 million Russians. Do not forget Israel, because the parents of Jonathan received consular permission to enter as trusted Jews. As it turned out, they are all relatives of the emperor.


The chief took an electronic device to help and continued to unravel with every idea of his own genius: this is another plus of 2,966,000 people living in the US. News: the president sanctioned the internment of Russians! You know what has already begun. The Indians rebelled against the location of the camps on their territory for the genetic brothers of the same haplogroup. Another haplogroup is Slavs, no less than Euroasian. The total number of Slavs - up to 350 million people on Wikipedia, but not, up to 600 million people in fact. Haplogroups of Russia in DNA genealogy: at least 6 major genus R, J, U, X, H, N and others. The largest group includes the Slavs 28%, the next in number are the Mediterranean peoples 20%, the northern group 20%, the rest is split into a hundred unaided independent groups of no more than 2% each. These are Finns with Yakuts, Bashkirs with Hungarians, Arabs with Jews, Turks with Kirghiz. Expansion for combinatorics. Let's break up the population groups through fundamentally different signs. For example, a group of Euro-Asians if one parent is European, and another is Asian. The difficulty is that they consider themselves in Russia to be the same as others, just people.


 I saw other numbers on social networks. - said an employee of the Russian department, - for them in Russia 90% are Slavs.


- Perfect, we counted that. And you look at the hair, then you can distinguish people: fair, black, curly, well-groomed, short. According to one professor: the number of Jews who died in the Second World War is 1.2 million. You know what kind of resonance they still have.


The employee, puzzled by the translation of the conversation on another topic, asked briefly:


-Why are the Jews here?


-A good man, you know how to support the conversation. We do not need an occasion to talk about our nationality.


The deputy sitting next to him decided to throw in the facts:


-It is necessary to look. He is almost certainly a relative of the Anglo-Saxon Queen. I knew a certain groom of her Majesty. He told ...


Boss interrupted a subordinate: Yoo' moyo'! Do not tell me about the German dynasty, do you may sorry the Poles, prost [17]. Throwing a strict look on his subordinates, he said, close if he cried out:


- Enough, the work itself is not done. We begin the detention! In those who differ from us, we do not shoot! So, do not ask anyone: who? Why?


The participants jumped from their seats. As usual, after these words, everyone jerked their hands in the rhythm of exhalation: Boom! Boom! Boom!


In the morning Vasilyev, at the invitation of the Allies, went to get a car. He arrived at the marshaling yard at a dead end, where friends took tanks. At the appointed 8 o'clock he, dressed in uniform, stood on the platform next to the container. It was supposed to have a car BMW, requested by him on the advice of John. - What are you looking for? - A man in a raincoat over a shirt with a tie turned to Vasilyev. He looked official. John and three boys of his age approached the men. John, standing next to the clerk, put his hand on his shoulder.


"It seems that Major Vasilyev came to help us to chop a container of milk powder." - John with pleasure shook the investigator's hand extended to him and nodded at the peasant in a tie: "This is my father."


The people exchanged handshakes. The truck arrived, and the worker opened the side door, picked up the car from below with two pins. Shaking the load, the forklift truck drove to a level place and unloaded the equipment. The officer wrote down the "Excellent design" in the bill of lading and handed it over to the driver of Cat. In exchange, he received the keys. "Now it will not go long," said the major to Alex and Nick. "Smiles, from ear to ear." - Alex noticed, looking at the car. Nick took a closer look and said: "There's no teeth, some gums, an old man or something." John picked up the conversation: "An old man." Dibbs, going first. "


- I see no reason for you to ride my car. - Major Vasilyev was surprised.


- It'is not big deal, you pay me 1000 rubles for information not from your pocket. You know that you need to share.


Nick stood up for the boy: "I also want to go for a ride, I'll keep an eye on him."


"How are you here?" Asked the major.


- accidentally came. I wanted to see how the smugglers smuggled dried milk from America. And here you are.


- Can you answer by chance where you got the tanks?


- Enough of chance.


Alex decided to end the bickering: "You're going to get us on goodness." You're a good man, do not be greedy. "


"I did not mean to, so John called." I wanted to sit on the steering wheel myself. - said Vasilyev frankly. "Sit down." - Said Alex. They all agreed and began to open the door. After landing, John intercepted the control of the car. He turned the turn of the seats facing the center. John, after driving a couple of meters, turned onto the rails, where there was still the cross-dimensional travel platform. Almost he is the only one who knew how to include and use platform. The investigator was cut off. In an instant, the car jumped out onto the grass of the park. Nearly not touching the bench, the BMW went to the lawn on the way out of the park. "Believe me, I know more than you about what this wheelbarrow is capable of. Do you feel how soft it is riding on a level surface?" John tried to convince the passengers of the correctness of his actions. "You can talk," the mischievous man said, noticing the awkwardness of the men who were close to each other. The phantom darted forward. Cut a wide piece of a fence by turning it 90 degrees carefully to put it on the car. Having descended on a new ramp, they were on the square in front of a familiar concrete box with an inscription on the upper edge of the "cinema". John's fountain lighted his knuckles of compressed fingers on the brain of Vasilyev, who had fallen into a coma, and woke him up. John continued micromanagement: "An uncreative mind recommends pushing the button to open the door and go to work." On the square stood a huge tent like a circus. Since the new owners settled down at the Malachite Bowl station, they built a medical reception room for children and youth up to the age of 25 at the top. Part of the territory, at the entrance to the ticket office, was used to assemble the "cold window" of the current layout of the planetary climate control. John took a thick book from the glovebox "user's guide" and handed it to Vasilyev. "Tomorrow you will pass the exam and get a car," John announced.


-What are you going to do?


-I will do what I want. Answered John. His phantom, invisible to the investigator, approached and rested his forehead on the forehead of the major, touching his nose with his nose. So, the young man could immediately get acquainted with new information from a competent specialist. The phantom literally considered the news from all that the major knew. Immediately convinced of the reliability of the data. "I have a lot of work, help me to get to the Gelendvagen." John grinned and looking into the eyes of the major said: "Here you have the most important work" Inform the authorities what is happening here and do not be a fool, filter what friends leave, and what the authorities pass. "Wishing to park next to the BMW car, the Audi Q7, attracting everyone's attention, sounded several times the interfering passage of a gas power station on an automobile trailer." The uncoupled car cart with the mobile power station immersed in it did not react to Five's requests, and the robot put a limb out of the window and shook it "move the pistons." It would be strange to see the waving limb from the power station, they say, "go around." After a moment, after driving around the obstacle, at last, a brown car was parked nearby. driving seat inconspicuously sticking plate Five. Nick sympathetically let a hint to the colleague by shoulder mark:


- My friends will help out. Go sit down in the audi. Say: Friend, let's go back to the sorting.


      Nick entered the free medical office and began chatting. He talked to the computer, and it answered him in a man's voice. Their dialogue was printed on the monitor screen.

Give a pill of a cure for radiation.

There are no such pills.

-Rus gave me one.

-Rus the signalman. You will have to heal for a long time you will not live. For radioactive contamination, we insert the device through the genitals for cleaning the body and blood in the first place. With the subsequent repair of the whole body.


Leaving the tent, Nick went to a group of people listening to Iru.


- I wrote down everyone. The most important thing is to sign a waiver since space travel is extremely dangerous with a deadly risk. The people around clamor at demanding to write down. Everyone claimed that he had special circumstances to visit in space.


There will be difficulties with the pills. As without them, people do not know how to run to the site. - said in a low voice, Nick turning to Ira. Standing next to the girl suggested:


"Tie me up with the ropes, and I'll enter the cross-dimensional travel platform for the experiment." You do not know what will happen?


- Oh no. So, I let the girl go ahead of myself? I was told the risk cannot be assessed. Even if everything grows together, there is a chance to get stuck there forever! Send me first. I was in the war, as I know the pood! You can rely on me. I will not fail. - The young man showed his white even teeth and added:


- All my teeth are intact, I do not smoke. Good health!


Nick slowed his hand to the middle-aged brooding man, who was thrusting his head forward, looking for death too.


-No, I like to live. Only I do not cling to it. Sacrificing myself without hesitation, life is still short. I want to have time to do something real.


The crowd grew rapidly.


Having finished with the hassle, the cyborg's friends went to the park.


They planned to meet with the volunteers who needed them to organize the rally. On the eve of the trial, the activities of the railway union were banned. That demanded to amend the constitution. Formally, they were accused of anti-state activities. The collapse and prohibition of trade unions is the first case of the dictatorship of the oligarchy. After that, fascist hysteria is just a step away. The comrades could not allow this. Alex played a significant role in this trade union movement. Remaining outside official positions, he was the leader of the movement, deliberately left in the shadows. The conspiratorial leadership of the union served as a volunteer. Rus came out cross-dimensional travel platform and put a package with leaflets on the bench. John pulled out a pack and began to read. Alex and Nick were on the sidelines. People approached with whom John discussed the rally and handed out leaflets. Then they came up to talk to Alex and got acquainted with Nick. Alex strongly influenced people's determination by developing his telepathic skills through nanorobots. Many years of combat training revealed his ability to be the first to go into physical contact. This charged people with energy the more than he himself was burning. People waiting for the organizers had to disperse in time, but accumulated.


Alex delivered a speech for the rally to the court of volunteers:


"There is no order in the flame, it burns and burns all the evil spirits in. We like the flame as a flame, useless as victims, unsuccessful attempts, hopeless searches will be necessary." There will not be one beastly life of slaves, we are guilty to the power of the capitalists to be born free Everything around us belongs to everyone or anyone. "


Law enforcement services conduct outdoor video surveillance. Thus an hour later a local patrol came up. A police сorporal and a sergeant was headed by the psychopath Major. They first came to two boys with papers. After reading one of the agitas, the psycho became furious. He had been in this state for several months. The Major pulled out his pistol and began to raise his hand, removing the safety catch with his finger. He yelled in the face of a curly-looking, sixteen-year-old boy: "Rats ..." John's biofield instantly covered both young men. The cartridge in the chamber detonated, touching the biofilm shell. The pistol cracked. Under the pressure of powder gases, the gun was ripped. With a convulsive intake of air, the panting regime patriot fell. Paralyzing pain signals swept over his nervous system. The agony did not appease the expression on the face of the dead psyche. On the face of the deceased from a torn eye, a turbid liquid flowed over the burns on the cheeks from the flames. The telepathic influence of friends on the excitation of the emotional state of people first manifested itself through kurtosis. Ability to inhibit the consciousness of nervous activity is a great achievement of the human intellect, only within the golden mean on a stretch from unruly loonies to suppressed slaves.


-What a stubborn one. I hope no one believes that we are one people and the sons of one homeland? Alex said loudly and distinctly.


-I am with the people, but I will teach you and observe the laws! The sergeant snatched a pistol from his holster but did not have time to straighten his hand to point at the one who spoke and how he thought he shot a major. A bullet to the back of the head pushed and lifted his body, an invisible hand tore it like a blade of grass and immediately threw it to the ground. The self-learning control program for drones, installed by nanorobots on the device on Nick, has worked. The device reacted to the sergeant's intent to fire a shot. The bodyguard program is a product of artificial intelligence, obeying the mind of Nick, but operating in an automatic mode. The notorious antenna, so distressed friends, worked in resonance with the nervous system of the surrounding people. Antenna receiver practically performs also the function of an indicator of truth, as a result of executioner too. A device the size of a child's fist flew into the head of the killer and shot. Drone shot, after that flew to pieces. Nick got an identical device from behind his bosom. With clear movements, he moved the switch on it and fastened it to the strap that stuck out of his pocket. Nick curtly summed up: this is military special forces, baby! All the hope for a cyborg bodyguard.


Alex went closer to the shot, addressing the audience: Some people do everything to be hanged. They try so hard that they are eventually shot. The big-haired man peered into his face and turned to the dead man: I remember you. Your mother was killed by your colleagues, and you are pestling with your pestle? This is your choice! Shoot the hungry for justice for every member of a single society. To carry out orders of common scoundrels. Someone will be told about someone: he became a victim of circumstances. It's not about you. You're not a scout hero in the enemy's form, mistakenly killed by a partisan bullet. You did not serve the goal of freeing your people from genocide. You looked at us through the sight of your gun and saw us in a coffin quiet and law-abiding.


His death was vexed by the truth. The scientist knew about the feeling of military brotherhood, which sometimes arises from the six, who mistakenly considers himself to be equal to the masterful owner. At a certain moment, everyone will be recorded a story in that place by the fact in which it turns out. Businessmen have the biggest problems with self-esteem. It's a pity to look at a “businessman” selling snickers from a box next to a supermarket. As if he does not understand that the big capitalism won 100 years ago. There are many options and you will not climb into each one. Do not need. You do not see slaves standing in the line of slaves. Do not need. Just do not go into the ranks of innocent victims.


Alex sometimes glanced at the police сorporal and finally asked to him: "Do you swear your oath to the people you are going to observe?"




Did you see those who killed the major and sergeant?




- Especially for you, I say. Purpose of the struggle: freedom. Each has its own, as it turned out. I admit now the right one who is stronger. You only live once. The winner is like a jackpot. Uniting with those who belong to your generation, will take time and effort. The king of the mountain is surrounded by members of his own group. While he is alive, he will personally take care of his well-being and pass on the gerbil by heredity. Maybe you're the heir? No! So are you soaring because of this? The essence of the struggle is to achieve freedom and justice. You see? Equity is also needed. If there is justice for society, then when you are part of it. Justice is one for all. We are all members of a single society. Do you understand? It must be hard to understand for you, and for me, it's just as hard to understand. And every time with our consent. Let the people decide, in fairness. And if we do not agree? That's right, we protest. As we want and where we want!


An hour later, the specialists once glanced at the video and summarized the five-minute investment and video of the video: Alex, suspected of double murder. The video from the street camera became the main evidence of Alex's crime. An order was issued: on the readiness of the special group to detain the suspect at his home address. This scheme is called "hand wash hand". The operative on duty divides the responsibility with the performers. In turn, they share responsibility with the investigators and with the boss. Up and down to create a mutual guarantee on the example of military hazing.


Coming home, Alex began to gather for a rally. I changed into homemade shorts. By habit, worked out since childhood, fell down, began to fall forward on straight legs and caught himself pushing his hands on the floor. At first, falling on the benches, he leaned on straight hands. Then, choosing the supports lower, he began to soften the fall by pushing. In the prone position, he jumped abruptly on his hands and made a clap of his hands. Returning his hands to the floor quietly squeezed out on one left, then on one right. Chose a suit and heard a bell at the door. Before leaving the room on the wall hung a patch of hard leather. Alex struck it with each hand on the blow. This was also a children's tradition. Gathering a file from newspapers thick with a pillow, he hung it on a concrete wall. Day after day he beat her with his fists and tore off one sheet of paper. The fists broke into the blood on the bare concrete wall. He had to hang a piece of leather. Alex went to meet the guests. Approaching the door, he turned his head to the noise outside the window. I saw the flying grid. The next second, they broke the frame and the commando’s officers climbed into the window, shouting "hands, hands". The door was struck twice, and it jumped into the wall, opening the passage. Alex moved to the wall and showed clean hands. "Do not move!" - shouted in his ear standing next to a fighter of private security. "Moved" - responded pushing standing armed people everywhere and the captain of Rosgvardia wading toward him. "Turning Alex to the wall, the fighter "helped" him to lean his hands on the wall.


- Are documents there?


-In the costume.


-Sit still on the floor.


The investigator came with a box of herbal tea: "Here are the drugs."


An hour later Alex was rushed to the police station. The chief also went in and asked.


-which is the cause of the crime.


-You’re of impunity. As usual, all crimes are from impunity.


- Do you regret killing policemens?


-Certainly, about these, no one will regret.


-I'm sorry.


-You are an exception, you feel sorry for your kind. They'll hang you. So that the investigation into suicide is over.




-Orphanage childs. It never occurred to you that children grow up and long for revenge.


- Do you consider yourself inflexible?


- Yes, the back does not bend.


From Nick, a request for help was made. Alex asked Rus to pump the situation on the forecast. Through the wall was Rus: can you beat the sadist yourself?


- No, children need to take responsibility for themselves. Masha, please, stop virtual participation and bring me up to speed.


The CIA chief arrived in Moscow and settled down in the departmental forest on the tenth floor of a comfortable office. The man genuinely rejoiced in nature, breathing deeply and enjoying the chic aroma from planting cedar and fir.


"I saw a large goshawk in the sky." Your forest school miracle is as good. Yura, is the place of capture far from here?


-five minutes. Everything is fine, except that the red patriots are tired.


The chief laid his hand on his colleague's shoulder:


-It must be a winner not to answer the people's questions to patriots and not look like a traitor who sold the interests of the country and the people:


Who drew into an unnecessary war?


Who lost all the battles?


Who negotiates for cooperation paying the land and people with the enemy?


You see, Yura: The goal shows the essence of the action. If the goal of the dough cut, so we are with you patriots at the same time, it is more convenient for us to do this together. And if the head is folded, then send the meat. For example, my predecessor successfully traveled to the colony for money. This is also a goal to be enriched; and died heroically, leaving an inheritance, without having time to squander. So, he is a hero for heirs. The monument was erected. Corresponds to their ideals and system. This is our common and native system for us with you. We become heroes posthumously stupid, we can set up monuments for ourselves during life. This time it's time for us to privatize this forest with high-tech objects with you. It will be fun. Let's start with the deception of independence so that no joint alliances fail. We will hold a referendum "To save the country as a union of independent owners," the joker could not stop laughing: I, you, your president, we received a financial education. The state needs strong business executives to steer ... The state ... needs ... strong business executives ... "The merry fellow neighing to tears over every word.


Advise what to tell them. Alex: rashly spit against the wind.


Star of the hero (untying)

Today Nikolay was going to make an offer to Ira. "I got married when I decided that I had found the best woman to start a family and raise children. Nothing to it, if you want to be married get it." Nick considered this advice of a colleague for a week. Imagined what wonderful kids they have with Ira. I saw my future wife loving and caring. It is clear that the girl asked him about possible future moves. In response, he remarked:

- I will serve where they say. I do not ask whether you can sacrifice everything and go with me no one knows where.

- I can. Do what you ask. - the girl responded hotly, hinting about those caring her thoughts.

Ira as a pioneer was an example for all girls. Her heart was beating with faith in love and kindness. Emotional response is inherent in real people fundamentally. All the development of intelligence went through the perception of the senses. Without them, sociopaths are obtained. The dialectical question of primary in the appearance of sensations: first the senses or feelings of expectation? What is primary in the mental activity of man: Spirit or matter? A premonition of a girl's love leads her through life, real, single. This feeling, intuition demanded from nature all the variety of material means of perception of the world. Which we all already know and those that will be presented by the author. On the other hand, the guy loves his fatherland and people. This is a reasonable attitude towards survival. The girl intuitively feels the ability in a young man to respond. So, step by step, love penetrates into reality. Or the reality of developing gives love? It's simple: the brain calibrates emotional perception through production and consumption of hormones of happiness. Emotions accumulate in memory by available forms of data to us in sensations. At the stage of choosing behavior manifests the mind. Women are more intelligent than men. Following the fate of women makes them choose responsible decisions. Conversely, following one's destiny causes men to die thoughtlessly to please the Dodgers, who manipulate high ideals.

"It's better to promise an eternal blooming life than whining" Let's try, maybe it will work out. "Kissel will succeed!" - Nick clenched his fist, not tolerating objections from himself. Left behind the wheel, driving the car was Svyazist. So, he began to call him John "for communication" a drone with five hands. Grabbing himself with three hands in the armchair, he maneuvered with sharp turns of the rudder. "The nearest turn to the right." Choose a parking spot. " - sounded a female voice from the navigator. Reaching out to the last young driver, sharply not slowing down the speed turned to the right and stuck in the parking lot. Nick rested on the snapped belt.

- You should immediately study the conditions of comfort under physical stress for the person of my completeness. Be on the stirrup, Fighter. - the officer was so pleased with his new subordinates that he behaved with him in his own way. Having paid for the counter for 30 minutes, the commander moved with a springy gait towards the entrance to the high-rise building. He did not plan to linger for talks, intending to promise to call again.

Before entering the house, Alex went to the three jeeps standing next to each other and turned to the head of the seizure group, who came to arrest him. The district chief and the investigator got out of the car at the end of the house and approached Alex and made a come over here gesture with their hands.

"We must not prevent the tenants from living in their routine affairs." I know how to do better, wait for my team. I'll come by myself and go out. Do not tell anyone. - Applying his new ability to Alex forced the need to change into a suit for the ceremony of engagement Nick with Ira and the desire to save an apartment for my mother. The natural quality of the scientist for decisive physical actions with a skillful negative telepathic translation gave the effect of invisibility. He could literally stand in front of those who arrested him and remain invisible to them because they did not see in him the one they could catch. Not only did they not expect opposition from him, but they also tried to fulfill his will.

- Do you already have to carry the ladder? Asked the captain of the Russian Guard.

- Apply the device "Key"? Better, over-than under- so? - The fighter responsible for entering the door was looking for approval to poke around in any way.

-In no case. I'll open it myself, if necessary - Alex reacted abruptly. He was frightened by the insanity you splashed through the excited aspiration of the speakers.

At home, the muscular man took a suit and heard the doorbell. I went to open it. Behind the door stood the chief from the district and behind him the special forces watched vigilantly the entrance and the stairs to the top.

- Its have just begun on our district. We are ready for interaction.

Nick felt himself a white officer's bone. It was important for him to look beautiful in shape. The senior lieutenant wore a uniform sewn personally by him. It happened when he took the parcel for the chief in a military studio without signs. It turned out that there are very useful laws, you do not need to get a ready-made form in your size. After reading the service instructions in the reception, he filled in the attached application. A minute later, the carefree tailor of the military studio gave a choice of fabric samples, including exclusive ones for senior management. The costume, in which the military was only the shoulder mark was very suited to him. Since attentive colleagues, having checked his velvet-wool black jacket with a blue tint, they began to ask: "Should not we be more modest than a lieutenant?" He had to answer " Modesty is the jewel, but in the military, wearing jewels is not supposed to happen. Shame for the military to die from modesty."

In the form of a clad captain with a bare head, the soldier entered the lobby of the skyscraper and headed for the personal elevator to climb to the top floor. Nick walked with an elastic gait, holding his head straight. The Lateral vision of the eye caught on the sharp edge of the ax in the shape of a crescent moon. With the growing concentration of attention, he switched on the speed of perception on the additional device in the brain and, thanks to the cameras on Nika, the surrounding panorama turned into a common vision in his head. It is logical to include the speed of perception along with the inclusion of a larger view. It is not logical, a catastrophe, to include separately the heater device and the device itself if it does not work without heating. Face to the entrance and profile to it was a lean man. Behind him, a hatchet hung from his belt. Like this was the grandfathers for cooking minced meat on pelmeni[1]. Boys in childhood were in the fun of crumbling onions and meat in a wooden trough. Nick mentally operated the device in his head and sent a video to him with a request to check on the accounts that were at the check-in counter.


"Sechka" surfaced in memory, and an experienced warrior of hand-to-hand combat recognized by the matte shine of sharpened steel the spring from the tractor Kirovets. Why did it happen? Having carried out his identification card on the reading device at the elevator, he pressed a key relating to the company in which he came. With nanorobots, he brought the photo of the cut closer and saw two powerful rivets in the base of the ax. A long iron tube is tightly attached to the blade. In her cavity is inserted beautiful with notches along the entire length of the handle of mahogany. Expensive weapons of war spoke for itself. After transplantation on the 31st floor, approaching the upper floor, he received operational information from his referent. Thin, with him, members of his gang have repeatedly been accused of murder. They work for Mengel. The elevator door opened right in Sergei Mengele's office. To the right of the exit from the elevator on the couch, the owner of the office was a youthful oligophrenic of fifty. The officer went to the left to the table and turned to his monitor saw sitting on the 31st floor of the thin with five bandits. "Right now, I'll go out the window." "Catch me." Carefully! Confirm! " Opening the door Patieruke on the move turning to the navigator gave up: "Be on the watch, lady!" Drone, like a cork from a bottle of champagne, flew from the slightly opened door straight up. The senior lieutenant, stretching out his hand, began to shoot at the window from the service weapon. The window pierced through with bullets and remained as a whole cracked. Seryozha, the oligarch by the mother, began to smile. After shooting all the clip the shooter ran away and jumped on the window above the middle. In the place where he hit the broken glass, the holding transparent film stretched so that the entire body of Nick was outside the building, but did not tear apart. The owner of life croaked in a full voice from the couch. The upper part of the double-glazed windows accelerated to break away. Nick looked at the cut, flying in his lower back. He grabbed it and rolled to the left, letting the hatchet stuck in the glass. The sharpening of the head was stuck in the double-glazed window, like in oil. The saber-toothed tiger in the jump, the sector marked on the blade missed. The officer still turned and fell into the open doorway. Floating Nick on the sound guessed that they were firing in an empty window. He filmed the cut and sent her picture to friends asking: Help!

- I understand, wait! - John's encouraging voice sounded in his head.

"The first crepe is lumpy" - Nick involuntarily imagined himself hitting the concrete surface. The forced-up brain helpfully reproduced the hideous bloody dirt and mutilated dead body in unusually vivid detail. "Look at the drones" - the military flew upside down and pulled both hands forward when he grabbed the limb stretched out to him. Patieruke caught the commander's hand in the area of the 5th floor. Braking him, he threw Nick by the limb on the other side with his feet to the road. For comfort, the secretary-referent with one hand held Nick’s butt and released, after he put him neatly on the ground. "Remind me to take you as an assistant when I become president" -said Nick. Cutting off the cars walking in the stream, Nick pulled back from the curb. Ahead of the traffic lights, the road service officers turned on the red and the stream rose. Audi Nika half drove into the extreme left lane rested in the corner of the rear bumper of the car. If the driver in front of the standing machine gave forward half a meter. Starley could get out on the free roadway to travel in the opposite direction. Bulls from the gang of the bad received orders to bring down the officer. They stood by the car in front of the entrance and saw the salvation of Nick. Frosts put on the fingers the same brass knuckles, welded four wide nuts in one row and recessed in a piece of pipe. On the outer side of the nuts are printed convex letters, from which the inscription "souvenir" turned out. Seeing the approaching group of jerky Gopnik, the officer hastened to win the advantage by meeting them outside the car. Alex telepathically turned to Nick: Friend, John turns off your muscle restraint. This will give you multiple increases in strength. Do not grab for tearing up your tissues and breaking your bones. No idea how to define this. Trust your intuition, you are now as a person in a state of affect. Good luck! Ruslan asked me to prepare to patch you up later. For this you I can not thank you. Good luck!

- Have you seen enough of the future in VPZ? "Nick looked around with regret at the whole hands and feet. Then he looked at the approaching crowd of scumbags with sarcasm: "Those who can not be reached" Happy birthday! ". A man with ten streams passed by the cars standing in a traffic jam. Another ten-people walked around the side surrounding the officer to approach the crowd from the open side and attack together at the same time. They did not want a fight. They had to kill him.

 On the roof of the skyscraper, two officers of private security officers pushed a cart from the freight elevator. On it lay a tall zinc box - a special cassette designed for city battles. The suspension to the passenger helicopter contained six guided missiles, a machine gun with ammunition, a grenade launcher firing capsules with paralyzing gas. All this joy was managed remotely along with an unmanned helicopter. The guards moved the helicopter to the suspension. They pushed the bolts out of the cassette and squeezed them into the slots and tightened the lambs, wrapped around them with the skids.

-Make an amendment to self-defense. These guys will not have emotions to kill. They are sadistic, killing a set of mutilations. Therefore, to identify the attackers and prevent the possible harm from them by causing injuries that do not allow them to continue to harm me. - the officer intended to avoid unnecessary casualties, so instructed his own security system.

The muscular man really wanted to be of help, and spoke as he thought in the case: Nick does not pity them. They definitely want to kill you. Do not forget to dive for a second inside the salon to hide from the spray of chemicals, when the communicator will cover you with yourself.

- John, next to the trolley on the side of the kiosk, it has a satellite dish. Use the diffuser membrane to move ... like a speaker to simulate an explosion, generate a sound wave on it. - Alex could not explain clearly. And he recalled:

-You all turned on Nick? Do not forget, he added me adrenaline?

- Bu ya!

Nick looked at the opposite side of the street, where he saw a trolley jerk stalling in place in the middle of the street. None of the passengers were surprised by the ordinary emergency situation and when the doors opened, no one hurried out. The electric vehicle, smeared with blue paint, from the Soviet past at times overcame its resource, bringing profit to its new owners. The electric arc was hunched on the feeding wire of the trolleybus and eerily awkward. The people began to leave with caution, looking around. Feeling the tension, the passengers inside began to jostle. Two guards in a retro-reflective form went to the trolley bus, hearing discontented exclamations.

Nick took out a dozen drones and hooked them to the edges of the uniform of the uniform to the crocodiles crocheted in advance from the inside. They all turned on and whirled over the heads of the attackers. Three man-like women, similar to each other, with excessively prominent forward jaws, began to climb onto his car, helping each other. They were hanging cylinders with liquid connected by tubes with pistols in their hands.

"The referent will start burning us with acid, this is not acceptable for me anyway."

The secretary, unlocking the upper hatch, tried to lift it. On the hatch, two legs stood a woman in men's clothes. Then he pulled out the hatch and pulled it up with the woman. Standing on the hatch was not reconciled and began to splash the pistol around it with acid. Oily liquid sticking to the surface of the cars around them was boiling. The assistant seized both women standing by the car with two claws each for the heads, which he squeezed with his fingers. Fingers squeezed the bones of the skull and splashed blood. The third Amazon collapsed and the drone intercepted it in the fall by the hair. She continued to crash heavily bumped into the neighboring car and fell out. Five-arms drone dragged them through standing cars. Nervously dragging adventurers screeched their necks.

The senior lieutenant turned to the first man approaching from behind. He rejected the blow to his face, exposing his right hand. He put a trained blow in the crotch. He grabbed both hands in the hand, which he deflected. As taught by a jerk with a turn, he pulled the enemy by the hand. The body of the scumbag started to accelerate as the hood slid like a springboard, the windshield flew off and flew in a circle. A couple of blows on the hands and body Nick missed, revolving around him. The three nearest were hit by a body, and the last one, who was bending over before going up the bumper to the hood, hit his head in the head and his teeth poured out of his mouth.

- Where is the garbage? - The assistant himself needed an instruction.

- Throw it where you are.

Nika's resuscitation system began to use an anesthetic. Her head clearly realized that for a long time, all of his generations were incapable of defending themselves. There was still a chance to do it personally somehow. He repulsed the first wave and looked around, preparing to dump.

- Do not even think. Look at who you are being changed by private soldiers. They will sweep you away, they have already been paid. And this is not a metaphor. You and such as you broke off with a career, now everything is in the trash. Life a second time you will not start. Either you or them! "The muscular man knew more about Nick than he did about himself: the time to get behind the wheel.

 Passing to the run, the group approached from the side of the street free of cars. Appeared before them Piateruk flew. At the same time, two knuckles hit the edge of his plate. Felted by a rotating propeller, small parts of their hands swept in a bloody stream in different directions. A half-wit, climbing up to the roof of the car, struck Piateruk with a blow from above. Dragged by his own weight, a quirky bandit broke through a tank with a chemically active liquid inside the plate. By this time, Nick was sitting in the driver's seat and covering the door, he watched what was happening through the window. Substance droplets hitting organic compounds pierced through their protein bonds, eight people fell paralyzed. Those of the casual drivers who did not get to the fantastically deadly liquid finally began to scatter. Patieruke could not immediately get help from the nanorobots, he was left without a propeller and one limb uncontrollable hanging down on the road. Nevertheless, immediately after eliminating the leak, he informed the frozen driver: "Get out the kid, it's safe." A man of about forty opened his mouth and stared hard at the side window from inside the car. He let go and he blinked.

The John Phantom pulled the laser toward the fire-crane, sticking out at the edge of the roadway behind the trolleybus. The fiery serpent, starting to cut the metal, immediately filled the pipe with additional pressure evaporating from the high temperature of the water. The steam escaped and gave a piercing loud no-no-sound sound, which scared everyone around. Everyone who walked towards the trolleybus stopped. A drop of cold water hit the woman who left the trolleybus. She involuntarily screamed, passing her already hysterical tensions. The phantom tried to use the electric motor of the trolleybus for creating sounds. By starting through the winding of the electric motor pulses, he achieved the magnetization of the metal sheath with an audio frequency. There was a nasty deafening screech. On a nearby kiosk selling phones, he found a satellite dish. A phantom speaker was used to reproduce the sound of an explosion. The sound shock wave struck people’s ears, deafening the close people for a while. The resulting shock wave pushed them onto the backs of people in front. There really was no real power of telekinesis or the power of hydrokinesis for John. Owning the technique of radiation does not at all resemble the magic of gaining power. Although I would like it without any problems. In general, sometimes something did not work out as intended. Therefore, the water masses for a short time divided into droplets. Small objects rose into the air and fluttered, obeying the power of an invisible wave. For a moment, hovering in the air, everything sharply jerked and continued to obey the madness that had begun. People really began to go crazy. A side effect of John's influence on people's brains was making them turn into zombies. It is important that the zombies are controlled. Collected into a single action of a supersonic wave and radio irradiation on the brain region, John called it a cumulative twilight consciousness. John had to come up with a text and everything he said would sound in the minds of people as his own thoughts. With the receptivity of some people to recognize their inner voice for the divine such skill and truth can be considered a force. He, thanks to his ability to multitask, engaged in reflections on the new chemical weapons of earthlings. Chemists invented weapons of mass destruction of the population in giant territories. After the use of such weapons, the majority remains alive, losing the ability to think. Confused by the differences between the zombies and the feeble-minded people, he decided to shift to visual influences. On the expanses of the universe flew his idea "let the chemists themselves explain why they create chemical weapons for mass circulation in zombies and the feeble-minded." Calling the illusion of a flash from an explosion, John briefly illuminated the white drops of a jet of the upward spout from a fire spout. The photons directed by John strengthened the reality with virtual images of flying debris. People, driven into the panic, rushed to run along the free half of the roadway.

The ability to handle the change in the frequency of light, John received, along with the knowledge contained in the information field of his soul. The transfer of energy to the atoms depended on John's will. The control of the phantom was twofold. He defined all his actions with his human brain and made decisions. On the other hand, the photon twin was able to be an independent entity. From time to time, updating the mental information corresponding to what is happening with John. In other words, John's photon soul is really an existing intellect with a set of programs. His thoughts were not confused, but at a frantic pace, they threw themselves on their own. All information of his brain activity was transmitted for recording in the information field, configured by a phantom, which was primarily a photon version of John. In this field are the database and the collection of gadgets left for John the tongues. Some of which he adapted to his native dimension. Finally, he decided to show people this alien from other worlds. The phantom took the form of a terrible, but good inside alien. He assumed the appearance of his friend Ho-glider of Letuny civilization. The most advanced community of anarchists and carrying out the most brutal tasks associated with repression by force. The view was horrifying with one look. In the middle of the driveway, a two-meter-tall monster began to sweep light. Out of the corner of the eye, the runaways saw the approaching darkness and this frightened them, making them move faster. Those who looked back started to run faster than everyone else.

Nick leaning over the general movement to escape noticed how several bandits with brass knuckles had outstripped him: Glide!

- Glide! John enthusiastically supported his friend and added:

- who?

"How do I determine with whom to fight?" - John's voice sounded in Nick's head. Nick's face showed a familiar expression of frustration that he was waiting for the one standing, and everything turned into a joke. A young officer with a tunic hanging from one hand with a shoulder strap hanging on a thread and in a torn shirt was always in the center of attention. Since the nanorobots relentlessly produced under the arms of metal-fiber, Nick has increased the impact on people of his main brain activity. He always turned to people with good. He praised, inspired, acted on people mobilization. In his presence, people increasingly depended on his actions, obeying his example. Someone noticed that Nick stopped and smiled. According to the chain reaction, people reacted to the telepathic perception broadcasted by them and turned back. In front of them stood 2-meter-tall freckled open muscles with a bony flesh that grew into the webbed wings, a freak on elephant legs. The head of an elongated skull with beady eyes, covered with dried-up skin, made him a mystical and mysterious creature from ancient fairy tales. The people telepathically perceived the mood of Nick and reproduced the smile of his leader, literally. People thought that they were in vain because they were frightened. All were very ashamed of their fear. For this, the culprit had to immediately pay. All those who had been walking before, moving to run, moved towards the monster. Just as amicably as before they ran away, now they also together approached the bony monster. From different directions, there were many promises.

- Now you are piled up.

- I'll tie it in a knot.

- I'm going to shake.

Someone took objects from the fight on the street, the bandits straightened their brass knuckles, the guards raised their shoulders and adjusted their vests.

-You wait when it's time to lead this army or dump it in a quiet sadness?

-See the black Volvo on the roadside? Sit down, please. I'll start the motor. - The monster continued to care for a friend. Nick grabbing Patieruke for limb dragging him along. "You can open the car," the elder asked the assistant. Dron put his iron fingers in the doorway. Acting like a crowbar and helping with the sharp ends of his fingers, he cracked open the Volvo with a creak. Then he got into the car and complained:

- I have missed maintenance, I have breakdowns, but I need to be cared for.

-Wartung dringend[2]! - Demandingly ordered the lady from the speakers.

-That's it! - Answered Patieruke - Do not worry, I do not miss such hints.

Releasing a sheaf of sparks, a phantom in the image of a winged alien disintegrated in the air with hundreds of sparks. Flashed lights went to people. Each spark found its head and produced the inclusion of neural networks of the brain. A hundred people on the street turned into zombies looking for undamaged, which again rushed away from this place. As soon as Nick got into the car, it started. He rode on, overtaking the runners with the arms of two zombie guards. From their reflective form, a flash of light flooded the people around them, which was about to tear them to pieces. John creatively reacted to what he was doing. Whatever it is called.

The passenger drone flew to them from the front. The ends of the cassette suspended from the helicopter were opened and the missiles fixed on them, one by one, flew to the target.

- All by. - reported the referent, not waiting for the arrival of missiles.

The rockets lay pretty close. So much that the blown bits of asphalt flew to their car. One of the rockets exploded almost under the rear wheel and a blast wave overturned the car. The machine-gun fired on the street and in fifty meters from them the dead fell down.

It's windy, there will be a lot of civilian casualties with a machine gun and a grenade launcher. With full ammunition, it can put down two hundred people. - this Nick said bitterly, assessing the situation. He stuck his head out of the broken window on all fours. Then, getting out of the inverted car, the truth-bearer pulled out Patieruke.


- I'll intervene now. -Joon with one bundle of photons that caused the helicopter to show its inherent material properties. The car started flowing, first, a shower of liquid molten metal sprang from it, then the parts melted and flared blue-green flames sprang to the cars standing from below. Five-arms drone assistant grabbed the panel and another limb squeezed out talking female voice onboard computer:

"This lady is kindness herself, I'll take it with me."

-If you stop liking it, you can always sell it. - supported the conversation phantom telepathically - You're AI where such a retort picked up?

-You have here an AI chat on passing the test for a person. A rare heresy.

Alex and John drove up the alley. "Sit down, they'll bring you here for a romantic dinner." - Holding the door, John invited Nick.

[1] Pelmeni is wrapped meat balls in the dough.

It is traditional dish of Russian cuisine.

[2] in German: attention required



Let's get married

The team of cyborgs did not go far, they already stopped at a park with the cross-dimensional travel platform. The mutilated Svyazist Patieruke, who was rotating his radar-tracking watch in detail, reported: "300 soldiers armed with guns and pistols are ambushed around the apartment around John's apartment and near his neighbors." Most of the servicemen are on buses along the fence of the park, others behind the houses. "

 In the line of sight of the cordon of military lawyers on the green lawn met the incorrigible optimists to talk about fate. In an environment of extreme instability, they were to show faith in themselves in the world and decide to build their lives together. The girl responded to the young man's request to seriously speak on the lawn in the park with all responsibility. She looked like a goddess with serious intentions. Ira attracted the views with her artistic appearance with a nose slightly shorter than the middle, the upper lip with a thin elegant line along the curve. The appearance of the broken officer filled the situation with drama.

Priest Borya began to wear out that it was time to begin the ceremony of betrothal, as all witnesses of civil marriage on the spot. Impatiently Boris whispered: begin already! Your whole life is ahead of you.

Nick just a step away from the sweetheart dropped to his knee. Intentionally not touching her, he said:

- I admire how wonderful you look. My offer is simple. I do not like it, I'll take it and leave. You can be sure that you will not see me already. I hope you'll like it. I will not forget how I liked your conversations about loyalty to my husband, about my family's duty to children, about mutual care for each other. Your dreams clung to my thoughts, and we kissed.

A hand sagged on his shoulder and a sob squeaked like a sigh, trying to portray human feelings. With a hand with long, thin, decomposed fingers, he took a bouquet of tiny wildflowers from a pocket on his hand. The order was executed verbatim in a robot-like manner. He gave an unexpectedly tiny bouquet to the commander and sang: romance!

Ira! I love you! Be my wife! You need to know: inside me, the nanorobots of an alien civilization modernize the body as for an alien. I hope this is not fatal.

Ira bloomed with a happy smile and pulled out her lips:

-Yes, I want to become your wife and mother of children similar to us. Can you get up to embrace?

Nick got up and embraced, and kissed his beloved! Finally, an order was given to detain each participant in the ceremony. All of the cordons rushed to the assembled to betrothal.

Ira in a green "shaded spruce" colored dress length midi sleeveless looked exemplary fate in the appropriate time. The sun's rays played on her face making the smile stunning and, on her dress, revealing his deep emerald hue. The feet are girded with colored straps in bright sandals on a wedge. From the tightened narrow shiny belt, straight lines of folds stretch, widening the dress to the bottom and forming the shape of a cone. In front of the body, one broadband of matter wrapped itself over the other. This two-sided smell formed a small V-shaped notch. With a short visor, the fabric of a straight, broadband lying on both shoulders peeped out for half a centimeter. The ladybird implausibly slowed down a moment before landing on the girl's shoulder. Almost people, but already the cyborgs who mastered the new possibilities of touch saw how the wings slowly shifted at the insect hanging over the peak of the canopy. Thoughts ran feverishly, but the movements did not respond to the speed of what was happening. Participants in the ceremony were in a temporary anomaly that slowed down time. Nikki's eyes were still looking at what was happening. On the hero of the galaxy, the rending clothing stirred, and parts of the protective suit slowly moved to cover it. John's jumping soul rushed to one of the alien encircled in heavy armor. One by one, five mighty warriors emerged from one vertical air line and walked around the semi-human around. Neither the aliens nor the photon essence of John, the temporary anomaly did not slow down. Simultaneously from the same line, the other five went in the opposite direction. Bracing his nose in the frontal shield of the helmet's helmet, John read his thoughts.

All movements of the aliens were carried out at a uniform pace. This produced a hypnotic effect and frightened with its unnaturalness. On their backs they carried devices, fastened on them with straps like backpacks. Each device stretched bright colored lines, girded the space with a ball in which the participants of the ceremony found themselves. The line, making a circle, returned to the same device. Each time a flowing arc of flowers, crossing with another, tied a sliding knot. Bracing his legs wide apart in the ground, the phantom folded his arms and spread his wings. A flare flashed, after which the space occupied by the newcomers lost its color, but where the islands of the material world were friends, it was preserved. Borya and Ira lost consciousness during the movement.

John gave his telepathically friends a message:

-Letuns arrest us, warned us not to do anything. I was alone in the street pretending to scare people.

The aliens, dragging their ammunition, passed around in a circle occupying equidistant places from each other. The environment is over. Hoops of the lines formed a ball, located on the surface and around in the form of a lattice of rhombuses.

For the attackers of their special services and the military, everything happened in an instant: all hands and hearts present on the offer disappeared. This happened at a time when the participants of the ceremony included the site of the movement. On the perimeter of this site included an additional transformation of time and space that gave the acceleration of time to law enforcement officers. Law enforcers moved the detainees along with space and matter they occupied. The next instant, the collapsing space jerked up everyone and everyone around the epicenter closer than 50 meters. But first, they saw an unusual moment. The temperature of the vacuum froze the tearing air flows to the middle. Part of the gases rested frozen like the walls of Christmas balls. Others heavily managed to wedge into different depths. Rims around all the depressions protruded. The mother-of-pearl color of the toy spread from gray-blue to yellow on a blue translucent background.

"This is the reverse reflection of gravity inside the universe, which I feel. - shared the impression of Ruslan with his invisible interlocutor: the mass of matter for a continuous flow of billions of years breaks into the void of the gravitational dimension, seeking ahead of its niche and driven by the radiation field of the first dimension.

"Time looks like this in no time." - Answered the phantom.

The vision twinkled with a spark so quickly that it could not remain in people's memory. The damaging factors of the explosion were staggering. The ringing noise from the vibration of everything around the vacuum explosion died out in seconds. People were in a state of panic and were not able to do anything for the next several hours. The phantom was still under the impression of the first existence separate from John: I really think people in uniform are determined on whose side they are. I also did not choose to break my connection with myself or not. Lucky for them today.

"Let him be lucky all the time, I'm not sorry." Maybe one of them will take time and think. It is easier for them to do than to take us from madhouse Tosia and to teach independence. - Rus has already switched to the current tasks.

-You're right. Our difficulties do not bother anyone.


The last word (Afterword)

I am writing the second book. The plot: The boys come up with a movie and put it into practice. They help the enemy destroy the biosphere of the earth. Actually! They want to help humanity to survive. Subject: we do not respect what we do. After the universal search it turns out, what we do is not respected by anybody. Choice: this makes them choose what to keep between the natural development of the planet without humans and the sensible terraforming of conditions suitable for people's lives. Choose how to spend your life, if it finally comes that you live once.

All that I described, I see, like a movie. Vote for the movie on the site. I'm waiting for money from people who have successfully adapted to the system of profit-making and are able to appreciate literary work. You are rich, so send a lot at once. For example, "For him, that’s still a lot."

I tried very hard to give puffy explanations in the narrative to different levels of age, technical savvy, and others.

The fashion for inventing new alien races of extraterrestrial nationalities is gone. There is some movement in my book. Ask where the nationalities of aliens. I replaced them with the different mentality, which is so different than in the same words mean different things. Sometimes people with different mentality are incompatible. For example, the Russian mentality for those who do not see it as an empty place. Such cut out of the Russian ability to wrap meat in a dough, then the way of the Russian tradition in food as if did not exist ever. Especially Russian people came up with food for the Russian climate. I like to eat Russian pelmeni, this is when the snow outside the window and you, having escaped from the cold, warm your soul at home with food. Such broke off the way of the Russian family a piece called home gatherings. Scream Russianness go. Dissect all Russian. All this on paper, of course, we will wait for practice too. I live in a country where people go to the army, so they do not have to worry and I like it, so I do not want to bother anyone. And always happy when others also behave preemptively and politely. I'm talking about Canada now. Another thing is the fighters for their own. Here before my eyes, an official man from the mayor's office of St. Petersburg fought with the police for his right to write on the corners of the metro station building. I can understand he is the master of life where he wants to piss where he wants to croak. It is appropriate here to register exactly St. Petersburg, and not Leningrad. Who should call such a city Leningrad? Many things are not included in the first book. Mostly what to believe is difficult for later. The second book should also be believable. Some events happen right away, as soon as I write about them on paper and it pleases me. You can't write what is not true.




[1] Mumiyo (“mumio”, Shilajit) – (a substance of alternative medicine) excrement of bats and rodents with a disgusting smell

[2] The bastard is a bad person, neglecting the needs of people directly communicating with him. Hypocrisy is his main way of life. He is arrogant, refuses to show humanity, sympathy for those around him. It is indifferent to public concerns.

[3] During the experiment, monkeys were given a lesson in exchanging money for apples. After the distribution of the coins, the male took his coin to the female and received in exchange a pairing. After that, the female bought herself an apple.

[4] The book begins on the foreword of the author

[5] Draischch -lathy man

[6] Computer numerical control in abbreviated form CNC

[7] Cossacks - this estate fulfilling the role of forceful coercion and punishment on the orders of the authorities. The Cossacks distinguished themselves by extreme socially significant actions when forced to enslave the peasant population of Russia. In the years of Lenin's construction of the world's first social state for the benefit of the working people. Economic development in those years is characterized by UN documents. By which Russia is equated to economic development to India. This is especially significant when you consider that in India is also a class structure of society. The class society practically stops development.

[8] The text is adapted for listening.

[9] Patieruke mean in Russian five hands

[10] cobot is collaborative robot (with a human).

[11] Tonic immobilization - the effect of a living creature in case of stress to freeze and like a stone

[12] In the Russian context sonia, like the sleepyhead, one who sleeps a lot and coincides with the female name.

[13] from the opera of C. Gounod "Faust" sings by Ildar Abdrazakov

[14] wart - hangout, brothel, trading house, gambling house

[15] Plystyrol

[16] Russian the Federal Security Service

[17] prost universal toast in German, analog "cheers" in English


[18] Pelmeni is wrapped meat balls in the dough.

It is traditional dish of Russian cuisine.

[19] in German: attention required


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