Vladimir Vasilyev

ISBN: 9781718006751

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Beginning^[4]

Revolution every day.

Today, Alexander has scheduled to make a revolution. Around the neck he fastened the red gold chain. A five-pointed star, a hammer and a sickle are attached to a single ring. His school friend Ivan made small symbols from the USSR copper coin. According to Ivan's idea, the group of symbols represented the expectation of inevitable events. According to Alexander's emotional perception, the star shone with its call not to oversleep his life, the hammer beat into his soul to protect the human essence, the sickle cut his living body releasing pulsating blood outward to wash and clean the filth. The meaning of these symbols together remained the same: love of life as it should be. He saw it without compelled 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 excuse of meeting with production workers, Alex has gathered all the students in the gym to talk about the public importance of education. He looked accordingly. He was dressed in business dark jacket with two buttons and light vertical thin strips, black jeans, and dress shoes. With a chic embroidery of burgundy patterns on a dark blue tie over a light blue shirt, he looked splendid. Only in this way could he expect that others would perceive him with attention. He used the wardrobe of his elder brother. It included the clothes exchanged with friends and donated by wealth folks. Some of the clothes were taken away from respected slickers’ collections of nonsense. The management provided the premises in the technical college after classes. The comrades arranged with the future employers to provide food for students. At the entrance, food and drinks were distributed to the coming visitors. In the center at the microphone on the chair sat Mikhail, a well-known teacher of dialectical materialism. Around him were set up chairs, in some chairs were sitting 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 “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 lost all pigs die of famine in a short time, if they do not have time to take a pig from friends, or do 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 to force students into simple labor in a cafe and bar. You are not given a scholarship, money for 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. From the day born, get used to the idea that you must. No, you must not. All people on the planet are born with the same right to use the planet, at least the country. In Soviet times, a person was never left alone with problems. My grandfather with his friends built a house for his family in a month. The government has given everything he needs to build a house: land, logs, tools. If you do not want to build it yourself, they gave you free housing. Nowadays you do not get anything. Now student takes a loan for study, which he will have to pay back. In fact, this is a hidden exploitation of you.”

 “Why did not I hear of this before?”, The student asked.

“Because you were listening wrong people,” said Mikhail. Next to Mikhail were some desks with computers. At which students play computer wars. They 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 with a lot of hits are marked by a bloody red color, almost black. To the left of the entrance under the windows is the bicycle simulator. From it the wires stretch 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 in a couple of phrases sent the conversation to a rift in the mass consciousness

“People from birth distinguish between lies and truth. There is no wizard who permit to tell the truth. But there is a trick to slip a lie so that you cannot distinguish it from a truth. This method is called lying for the hidden truth. It was used at times of publicity - 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 a fiction novel.”

Ira took the microphone. In the whole hall sounded not a loud voice from a beautiful female breast. "In my family, my mother's grandfather in Vyborg was shot by men from white movement. They were gathering people who did not want to be slaves. These people were taken away in silent groups to the hill near the church. The priests went to the bell tower to have a look at the execution. The same bell tower on which they were putting a machine gun to shot down unsatisfied villagers. Remember that funny story about a priest who spent a term in the GULAG in a liquor store in a prisoner's zone and was not sober even a single day of his imprisonment. He was from that church. Others from Far East captured my father’s grandfather and hung him. He and some others were suspected of stealing a cow. All of them were hanged.  Owners do not care about their slaves. Who will be raising children of killed men? Tyrants do not bother about it. The slaves are now being told that violence cannot be used, otherwise not only will the majority suffer. “White” then gave a third of Russia to foreigners. The land of ancestors was given for nothing, but for a cow you will be strangled! So, “White” people have very strict requirements for cattle? And if opposite you will immediately hear - 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.”

“Girls turn everything into a bazaar”, Alina said. “Both “White” and “Red” were allowed to express themselves. "It is coming out that “Reds” are for justice and development, and “Whites” are those who are stupidly against the “Reds.” Alex concluded. And he continued: “You cannot 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 means nothing, like a water from a puddle. “White” committed crimes against humanity in the edification of the right of the people in power. They received the same answer in return. In the future, we will see how now silent slaves will show the elite this lesson with edification. I am addressing to those who are tightening strap on the neck of an ordinary man

“Be cautious for yourself and your heirs.” One cannot blame anyone for wanting redistribution for society where all valuables were appropriated by 15000 people. After the farmers themselves redistributed the land in Russia in 1917, the peasant paradise was happening. The happiness of 20 million peasants on the black earth was that they received the same piece of land as the Cossacks[7] . They were protecting their paradise from “Whites”, who were coming back to return a land to the landlords.”

On the square near the metro station building stood a long row of traders of fruits and vegetables. In the midst of this place, the sellers took turns in harshly crippling a man of 50 years. In front of the entrance to the subway was standing a bus. Boris, a tall young man was in the subway and stumbled on the bus. He looked closely at its windows. Behind the glass, he saw the military personnel. On the bus over a red strip in white letters was written Rosgvardia (National Guard of Russia). The door was open, and Boris did not hesitate to get on the bus.  In the bus people in black after looking at him have thought that he is one of them. The long time ago shaved head is uncovered. The glossy rectangular forehead is framed by very short black hair. Eyebrows like peaks and the big face with cheeks lifted to cheekbones as if with a smile but never dropping Seeing this face for the first time has the impression that he is thoughtfully smiling.

“In the farmers market some man is being killed. Around 10 sellers slaughter him to death.” Boris gave the information to people who he thought knew what to do with it. The chief with the rank of the Major, asked

“Who are you and why do you care about this?”

His black, round eyes gave a piercing gaze. Bulging with large circles of cheekbones, with such a look was mad frightening. Boris shrugged his shoulders. With the tranquility, a distant descendant of the Mongolian steppes sons thought Major “crazy” and remarked aloud

“You must protect people.”

“What kind of man are you. The corporate unity of the nation is not invented for the fact that we have one fatherland with the rabble! 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 not the authorities! 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 with sarcasm expressed his bewilderment.

“Where the power there is the state. One without the other does not happen.”

“That’s right, the keyword is the state!”

“Can the state work in the interests of rabble?” With the timidity of a dying hope, the guy said.

“No! This cannot be done!”

The Sergeant peeped into the bus and said

“He has come, he is distributing flyers. There are only a few words written in them:" The President is deceiving you.” The Major stood up and said

“Let’s go. 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, “beech”^[8]. Ten meters from them, in a black leather jacket, a 16-year-old boy threw up his 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 shot 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 the orange Buddhist shirt 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 beggars, in his eyes all people are enemies. I read the article about the father of this Major, one of those who in the late eighties shoved the Soviet Union into pockets. The granddaughter - the street racing girl drives on a sports car, jumps out onto the sidewalk, knocks people down. For her, this is a game, like knocking down skittles. A whole family of nuts.” Alexander knew the psychopaths on visits to the hospital, where his father was repeatedly forced to stay.

“Hold him,” the psychopath Major continued to yell. After the guy, four jumped on to the fence. One of them managed to climb over the fence, but one sharp pin pierced the bottom of his trousers and clamped his foot tight. Falling, 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 to the fence trying to jump on it. He crushed ruthlessly into the obstacle. The fence tilted and fell. A pile of these people pressed on the bent leg of one who was below all. There was a crunch. Those who wanted to see what was happening went out through the passage in the fence, which was 5 meters from the fallen. There was an asphalt path to the 2-story dental office 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 man to go to the bus said

“There was your mother in the crowd”. The Sergeant corrected him: "She could be" and went to the people who were bending over the lying after the shooting. One of the dead was his mother. After the Sergeant left, the old guardsman came to the Major. Without closing his mouth, he said: "There is a God in heaven, see how "red" family is marked by 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 flyers with ideas is as spreading an infection, the epidemic can be, and how people do not understand." Hearing this conversation, Alexander and Boris exchanged glances. Alex, looking at the old guard affirmative said: "Half of you here is the detachment of private security organization guarding the shopping center "Rainbow mart". This the most criminal place in Moscow. Permanent shooting." He said in response: "Who will refuse for four hundred dollars a week?" "Blunt knackers," Boris responded. The guardsman looked at Boris’s big face and with the non-closing mouth replied: "Do not forget, we are law enforcers, we protect people’s legitimate private property." "Thank you, I have nothing. Everything was distributed even before me. I am evidently excessive in your security scheme. Do I have to be born back? " - Boris is clearly not the first time so sadly thanked the state man. "I have a campaign here, we distribute advertising flyers of our technical college." Let's go, I want to give you one to read," 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 to the meeting with a famous journalist. Alexander greeted her from afar. Coming closer, he introduced: "Ira, let me introduce this is Boris. Boris, this is Ira." The Buddhist looked up and smiled broadly. The man selling the DVD jumped abruptly from his chair and called to Alexander: "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 guy with short hair ran, sat in a brown Audi Q7 car and abruptly drove off. "Let’s go," Alex said, 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 her and turned to the door slammed behind him. It was Boris. "Thank you for inviting me. I cannot refuse. " He said with the doomed sigh. A second later, as they drove off, Alex noticed the stick shooter on the right side of the road and said: "Slow down next to the boy at the tree." After the stop, Alex opened the door and turned to the wary teenager: "You have to leave fast, 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 in his eyes. When he strained the muscles around his cheekbones, he got playful, but the purposeful expression on his face, eager for a pirate’s adventures. On the back seat, Boris moved, and the new passenger sat down to him.

"My name is Jon," 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 other 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 if you do not get into trouble. Stay away from adventures!

- Okay!

Arriving at the intersection, Ira stopped the car at the red traffic light before the pedestrian crossing, not reaching 1.5 meters to the stop line. "They need to be smashed while they are small," Ira said, and start trying to squeeze with the middle finger of her right hand a spider in the spot where the rear-view mirror was glued in. Looking at the gestures of the warrior, Jon admired: "How busty you are!"

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

- What's wrong: it's a compliment. I admired with what I’ve seen first in the girl. I wanted to be polite to the girl.

Since her fingers were blocking the spider, she clenched all her fingers in the fist, except the middle finger. To the right of them stopped a car, which they pursued. Its driver turned his head over his left shoulder and involuntarily his jaw began to fall. Spider quickly ran on the window and Ira had to hurry. She sharply poked a finger at him and killed the insect. In a deep chest voice, the pioneer, with her 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 teenager showed solidarity and knowledge of sign language. He moved closer to the driver of the next car and pictured, showing on himself how he would cut man’s throat with the thumb of his right hand. The driver, who they were chasing, did not wait for the green traffic light and speed up. "What was that?" - expressed perplexity Ira. "This is the guy with whom we want to talk," Alex said. The girl replied, "That's fine, let him be afraid," and without waiting for the green light, drove 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 unbelievable. It turned out that he has ties with the Islanders, the local band, which is robbing trains on the railroad. Dad is a corrupt official at the railway station from a royal family ruined before the revolution, Romanovs, the founders of a Swiss bank. When asked if he needed to be at home he said that by 10 pm, but if he will call his mom in advance, he can stay late. They have followed Audi another five minutes and stopped at the subway depot. The man quickly went to the nearest subway train with three railcars. The guys jumped out of the car and ran after him. Boris tried running on the platform to catch up with him in the first railcar, where the man entered the only open door. But the door closed, and the train began to gain speed before he reached it. At this time, Alex and Jon climbed into the last railcar through the front door. Boris, looking at the departing train, saw Alex, dragging Jon into the railcar. Doors between railcars were not locked and the guys passed without delay to the head railcar. Finally, Alex met his gaze with the runaway and took out a gun, elongated with a muzzle device: "I do not like how you drive without brakes." The big man showed a gun with a silencer sideways and explained: "Brakes for the irreconcilable." Lebedev's gun with 14 armor-piercing cartridges." "Your bullet-proof vest will not work. The brains through the hole in the head will whistle out. Do not check on yourself." Alex blinded Nik's eyes from the gun’s designator, on purpose and continued asking:

-        "Were you driving when you hit down a woman on the sidewalk?"

The man sighed with relief, looked away and shook his head. A grin appeared on his face as if he was a little disappointed. As he was waiting and hoping for something dangerous, but there was a misunderstanding. In the head railcar, the driver's seat was empty. The train rushed faster than usual, without stopping or braking, passing the metro stations by the side.

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

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

-You do not attribute any kind of stupidity to one nationality. The stupidity is being in a nationality, all nations are mixed up. Imaginary communities are my favorite subject, and most of all I love Pokémon. 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 one-hundred-dollar bill: "So the judges are feeding everyone with their own spoons." For the shot down man, a thug will receive 3 years of shoveling. The prosecutor will be suspended. Some bully may pay and be released. "

"You are not against the laws, are you? What is your name? " - Nik decided to talk, there is nowhere to hurry. The interlocutors did not get personal and were pleasant to pleasant to talk to.

"My name is Jonathan," the teenager called and gave Nikolay 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 loud, then handed it to Nikolay:" Take it, you're a very old for Lieutenant, you probably do not know how to serve yourself, not others." Alex took the gun away. He pulled one of the brochures form the packs sticking out from a small handbag with straps. There was a plastic card on one of the sides of the brochure. He asked:" What is this?" "Something like a subway pass. Once my grandfather also received such gifts."- Nik wanted to talk frankly: "Before, he was in their team. For decades, my grandfather worked to lower the legacy of the Soviet Union. Children get something too, but grandchildren get only the hell. All that the grandchildren got is to pick up shit from the old people."

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

"Not for the sake of the future. The formula of the modern world: smooth out radical collapse for the sake of prolonging what is now to infinity. Money is freezing financial bubbles. There will be no more crises, wars, too. You had said correctly about the holiday without the 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 foreign workers, and to those people who on the right are swarming with rats in a garbage dump. Organizers, of course, are in chocolate. For this, they refuse even inheritance. Here Sergey Mengel has built the shopping center "Rainbow mart" on the remains of his mom’s billion. If he loses it, then the empire will end just after it has begun. And the heirs will get nothing."

“I'm just weeping,” Alex smirked and with a thoughtful smile suggested: “Make a movie "No happiness in business." The remains of luxury are invested by the heir in a business, and we will hit this business on a paver machine.”

“You know, at night inside the shopping center, casino and drug dealing are open. I do not know how I allowed myself to confide in crooks, but they robbed me with a scam. Make a movie as a paver machine will ruin this stash. I will help with all I can,” Nik announced with a note of ridicule.

“Nik, I know "Rainbow mart". It is not in its place, who will take it down will do a good deed. Specially trained people are there for such work. Let's see what you'll tell. The course of your thought is correct, but I cannot understand you, I swore an oath to serve the people, and you smash them on the sidewalks. Do you think that their oppressors are not enough to press them, so you wanted to smash them by vehicle?” Alex decided to do a wood carving.

“It was an accident. This is not my fault.”

“There is. Sold your soul for goodness? So, you to blame. Do not you see how people are suffering around? So, you to blame. All production was taken away from people. 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, they make them busy with anything: lining up to institutions, collecting bureaucratic documents, medical problems, education below the baseboard; where overpopulation, beggars roam; 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, and the people don't care. Look at people who believe in the fairy tale of getting rich. They tear everyone to pieces, only their mothers not sold. Relatives need only money from them. And they spend their millions before retirement and die in poverty and loneliness, without the strength to strangle themselves. People work together, but only few ones take everything 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 if they get such a law to be accepted or not. To forbid with the law to steal like parasites from everyone. Is it so bizarre?!”

  “Nik, you know how lucky you are, you can still change, and serve your people as you swore.”

Jon got up and said, “Yes.”

Nik 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 catch nothing from those who appropriate. 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 shelter. 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 are, as you were born 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, instills to himself, I'm rich.”

 Jon 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 happily drink, eat, sleep. Working for the owners is a servility, not a career. Military service to a bunch of scoundrels is servitude, and not "Protect the Homeland." You cannot 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. You have to study at least up to 25 years, and not make money. Therefore, up to 25 years, there should be full security and provision at the expense of the state. Take everything from billionaires and thieves 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 someone like Sergei Mengel. Make a scenario for the oligarch, where he left 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 did a great job as always. 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 said, “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. On my eyes, he shot several people, and I told him, “You are a concentration camp guard. Because of you, people cannot get out of here, their existence here is unworthy of a human. They simply cannot 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 pointing 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 food. 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 bosses. They are superior, they know better.”

Alex literally lamented on 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 interests of thieves were covered up by the slogan of defending the fatherland. 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". We caught local fishermen for survival, 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 the order, whatever that means.”

Young people agreed to cooperate and showed friendliness to each other. Alex was sitting next to Jon. He was reading a brochure about plastic cards. Nik called them travel tickets, as they are made for travel by metro from the outskirts to the center of Moscow right to the Kremlin. According to Nik, they were going to the main station, where the premises of the presidential residence are located. Jon was pushing the buttons on the phone he was given by Nikolay. Nik looked at the time and began to look around. A light appeared ahead, along the way of the passage. Train jumped out into the open space and optimally braked at the platform of white marble. The view of the seven hundred-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 circles spun in front of the eyes, like on soap bubbles. The brain not accepting objectivity, painted the optical illusion. It made them see themselves as small grains of sand on the bottom of a giant bowl of the funnel. From the pit wall in one place something flowed, in the other gaped holes of tunnels. The noise of the city was absent, there were 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 them 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." So, are you finished? In the sense that it is no longer approaching the limit. Finished, ended capitalistically. As promised to finish, there is no secret how it will end. Strips of sunlight reflected from the wall of dust fell on the marble and made it unnatural to glow.

“Again, nobody warned me,” Nik 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 them see a moving image. The monument to Dzerzhinsky, covering his face with his hands, rejected the shameful vision. The three arriving saw themselves quite close to the big theater.

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

“This Nobody is the right dude. Does what he wants. I will do what I want, too,” Jon was well educated 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 guy with curly hair came out onto the platform and went to the railcar.

“We must get away immediately, although we are already dead. In an hour the skin will peel off. I hope we would have time to find painkillers,” Nik clearly remembered the lesson on the damaging factors of the nuclear explosion and shared the knowledge.

“We are at the bottom of the unknown. But judging by the size of the funnel, the total radiation is deadly within a radius of two kilometers,” Alex just out loud analyzed what occurred, 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 held out a palm with three blue jellies. Inside the transparent capsules, numerous white grains were seen. The kind man, in general silence, handed the beans with a white liquid with nanorobots in it. Then he went to the cab of the driver, moved the lever. Train gaining the speed carried the future team of cyborgs in the opposite direction. Brand new appearance evoked a sense of celebration. New things perfectly fit him: a blue jacket with a zipper in the front, a shirt, jeans and some black shiny shoes. He left the driver's cab, sat next to Nik and stared at the door next to Jon. 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 to survive?” Alex asked.

“RUS. They will help you survive, and you will not need anything else. I should be close to you for a while. I can help.”

“Ruslan”, Alex guessed and advised, "It’s better to introduce yourself by a full name.”

Ruslan glanced at Jon. “Th, Jonathan, bro,” Jon said reacting, he noticed that the curly-haired boy was not older than he and allowed himself familiarity.

“Cool,” said Ruslan.

 Alexander and Nikolay also introduced themselves in full names.

“Cool,” sounded twice.

 Alexander turned to Nikolay and asked him, “Do you know what was it?”

Jon stood up abruptly and asked, “What was that?”

“I will find out now”, Nik dialed 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, looking constantly at Alex began to tell, “A retired military 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 with a nuclear charge missile.”

None of those present was surprised, although they felt sorry the Kremlin itself.

“I guessed it was you hacker RUS! Did you hack someone’s mail? Tell me,” Alex asked.

“Yes. Not hacked but put a gadget of your safety forecast in order to preserve your state of life. Now I'm getting information about threats to your security. When I can, I 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, kindly be more detailed. When, why, what does it mean "when can I?",” - Alex several times nodded his head impatiently.

Ruslan, “After you started broadcasting your sound and light show, 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 this background is absorbed. I have translated playback of the sound and light show into the reference parameters. Now any deviations from the classics are immediately perceived as false. This makes noticeable any new or ordinary incoming message, which does not merge monotonously into the background.

I did not have a sample of such 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.”

Jon stood up again, for the question, “Everything is so strange and the way you talk about it. You are the 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 Nik's mocking squint.

Looking at the officer, he asked, “Do not you have a headache twice a day? You will have! Atmospheric pressure rises, breaking the metabolism of the brain and intracranial pressure. The body is not controlled by the ill brain. There are pains in the heart, immunity decreases, more and more diseases 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 people already have started to have a headache, but everyone will have.”

Everyone looked attentively at Alex, and he continued, “Do you think Global warming and the fact that this has already happened on Venus, is a joke. Venus and the planet Earth are twins. Everything is 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. For 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 own eyes.”

“We will turn on at the same time all air conditioners and cool down to the desired temperature,” Nik suggested.

To this, RUS objected, “It's impossible, the air conditioner will cool in one place, and heat up as much in another.”

 Jon was attaching importance to his words by getting up. He only says important things, so he stands up 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.”

Nik ironically remarked, “They would first have to live in the coal mine for a week and blow up an atomic bomb every day. That's when there will be fast movements on the career ladder. Social elevators will only go up. I would like to see it on TV.”

The curly-haired boy brightened up, “I also would like to see it, only if the scientists’ idea 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 as 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 Celsius 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, same as for a person holding a hand in a hot water bath when the boiling water is poured in. He really will not react until he 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 make responsible decisions will honestly say, “We are looking for salvation.” They never worried about the next generation, that is another explanation of their hatred of science fiction. After 40 years the atmospheric pressure will be the same as at the depth of 10 m under water. At such 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 is the managers who generally cannot work, I will keep silent about investors. Oh, yes, on the whole planet everything is already like that!”

“Salvation is real, as I have calculated, only in the economy of development. Only China will not plow at all. Survival is possible only if all production on the planet operates 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 chilling out parasites, who had enslaved the entire population. Such an economy should cover the entire planet without borders and division into nationalities. And now, who cares? Only me!” Alexander asked the rhetorical question. He did not wait for the answer.

But Jonathan got up and said, “Me too.”

“So, start with that: saying we live the last time. I care”, said Nikolay.

 They looked at Ruslan. “I do not care”, Rus guessed.

“I see how the majority of the world's population as a whole is indifferent to salvation,” Alex summed up.

Nik smiled and joked, “How to do without a nationality. Here is Rus like the Khokhol. What is it without a nationality? You see how he is against it at once.”

Rus quite calmly answered the question, “What does the Khokhol mean? I do not mind being without a nationality.”

Alex intervened, “Ruslan - stop. Take it easy. All the same, by the mother side we all do not have a nationality. We all are half without a nationality.” Turning to Nik, Alex asked the question, “To whom these travel tickets are and where you can travel?”

Nik said, “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 big hotels. They have been finished recently and a surprise was to be provided to 14 oligarchs for direct way to the Kremlin. Some of them, including my boss, were killed today. The rest one has no place to travel to.”

“Give me 20 cards,” Jon 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 is through the old cinema, behind the parking lot on which we left the cars. I believe there is an access to the information center. We must go and find out what happened. Someone must be there to let us in,” concluded Nik and took from the pack a brochure with a card.

“Nik, we'll go with you. Jon, give us the cards, we have two more in the car,” Alex asked.

After leaving the car, they left from the platform to the parking lot. Three of them went to a separately standing three stories high building. The building had the inscription on the top edge "cinema". The side facing them was without windows and looked like a box. Jon ran to the car to get Boris and Ira. The first to enter the lone door under the sign of the cash register was Nik. Entering inside, the trio was opposite two policemen dressed in uniforms.

One of them said, “There will be no movies.”

 “We are not for this. We're to the station. There will be three more of us coming,” specified Nik.

One of the policemen 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 disc 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. Say your name.”

 Rus slightly turned his head to the right. He peered at the lens under the green light of a small light bulb, and said, “What's Up, Man. My name’s Ruslan.”

“Thank you,” said the girl after giving the card to Ruslan, restraining her laughter, she turned to the audience, “Next.”

When Ruslan turned around he saw, Jon, Boris, and Ira smiling at him. Nik, looking at Ira with a smile suggested, “Please, take a photo of yourself. Choose whatever name, say anything, recognition is done by voice.”

Nik 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 thought of her for the first time.

The registration was unexpectedly quick, without any questions. “Use the elevator,” said the girl from the window to Nik, 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. Nik swiped the card at the glowing reader and the elevator doors opened automatically, the marble white walls were visible in the cab. there was enough space for all of them. The elevator doors had closed off automatically, hiding the young men from the police. Ira could not resist and cast short glances at the courteous Nik. She was pressured by the thought that he was thinking about her behavior in the car 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 view, 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, crowned with a top with rounded edges and with a rounded end. It was a table with comfortable wooden 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, Jon walked first and pulled the handle on the left towards him. The door opened, and only then did Jon stop to think. It was an office. A large monitor hung three meters from the table, on the large desk was an office equipment. Passing through the office, he opened the door and found himself in the kitchen with a bar counter. Jon opened the refrigerator and quickly took a bottle of beer. Alex also immediately seized the beer, “Too early for you,” and put the bottle on the bar. Passing through and opening the next door, Jon got into the washroom with a bathtub and behind the next door to the bedroom. The people who followed him were standing with him around the bed. “I was the first to find it. I call it mine,” Jon exclaimed.

“You remind me of my grandfather in the days of the Perestroika, when he saw the seaport in Leningrad,” Nik 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 he sat down on the free space. Jon followed him on the next side and grabbed the edge of the table. He began to yank at it with all his strength. The table did not move. Clutching the back of the chair, Jon moved it and sat down. Nik after sitting down decided to enlighten the audience and accompanied his actions with the story, “Take this box with a groove for your fingers. Insert 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 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 me and call him,” said Nik and continued to comment, “Here comes a window with a girl silhouette with a headset and a microphone. You know, when the telegraph was captured in the revolution, the soldier shouted, “girl, connect to the Smolny.” I saw this in the movie. Here is an access to the information center, where a dozen professionals are ready to help you find any information. And yes, I must say, “girl, show video news about what happened to the Kremlin.” Put the hand on top and twist the ball to control the cursor. On the screen choose news from the proposed by an artificial intelligence. At least from the First channel.”

The monitor turned on the live news that reported, “Our dearest president is alive, 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 Octobrenok. For entertainment, they created the effect of historical presence in the social homeland and for this they transported Lenin to the copy of mausoleum. Futile parasites, always complaining about the lack of money, misunderstood what had happened. 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 be mentioned. 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 swings 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 " 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 gleam 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 guards raised their fists and shouted, “We are together.” Those present recognized Nik on the video. “Even so!” Ira looked at the value of the celebrity. Nik pressed on the table. The heavy table did not flinch, but the chair under the embarrassed companion tilted to fall. Alex rescued him from falling, pulling out a firm hand, returned the chair to four legs. “How do you call by rank?” The Buddhist asked.

Nik answered, “Military. Sometimes it seems only I know that my position is the security chief 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 by the metro station some passers-by died.”

Jon, 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!” Jon sighed about the unrealizable dream of a drowned man to be free on the water when unable to swim.

“While I am young,” the young stellar girl from the TV shouted and began to dance salsa with the old man.

“Do not be so smart,” the girl shared a secretive mystery. Ira stretched out her hand and lightly touched with a fingertip the boy's forehead, dreaming of education. Expressive slips 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 on the shaved part of the small forehead of the old man closer to the temple with a fresh scar from the facelift a powder fell off. On the monitor in the upper right corner, a rectangle with the inscription "Hello Alex" jumped out. A man's voice sang, “Hefty Alex.”

 Alex took out his phone and said in a low voice, “He's busy, he's storming the Winter Palace.” Without answering, he saved the contact "The Malachite Bowl".

“Girl, show a picture and a video of a man named Jonathan Govorun from Babushkina Street,” Jon said distinctly and loudly.  In the window of the girl with the earpiece, Sochi appeared on the screen after a couple of seconds. Jon winked at the green light and did the dab.

“Will there be any questions?” Alex asked.

“They do not have smart questions, but they do not ask stupid ones,” Nik explained in a short military manner.

Unreasonable child.

Ruslan asked Alex if he could live in Alex’s 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 they should plan only for 40 years. For 10 minutes they argued over the alien’s name. Still, Ruslan could not admit himself as an alien, and after the phrase “Yes, and I only speak Russian,” the argument was stopped. The rest of the time they walked to the house, Alex was 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 were red spots from the frequent wiping of condensate droplets from the nose. White circles on the cheeks testified to the body's hypothermia.

“My dear, 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 the chair,” the woman pointed to the hall with her hand. She went ahead and took out a tray with boxes and tubes from the drawer. Finding a thermometer in it, she handed it to Rus.

“Place it under your armpit. The poor fellow must be saved. Sasha, start your tea ceremony, we will treat him with the 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 to put on the 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 up. Take vitamin C and multivitamins with the tea. I'll get you a pill for a cold. The most important thing now is the heat, from high temperatures all viruses and bacteria will die. My child will immediately recover.”

Mom took off her scarf from the waistband and wrapped it carefully three times around his neck.

“To kill the flu virus, I will warm up to 70 degrees Celsius for 60 minutes,” Rus looked understandably.

And the woman threw up her hands and sympathetically said, “You pasteurize this way, but not treat. Give me the thermometer.”

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

There is good news, the temperature will no longer rise higher. 42 degrees Celsius is the limit of the scale. Who knows, understands that the limit is the end of the medical history. Outside of the usual, a circus with horses begins. Alex’s mom stood still trying to digest what she had seen. Then she bent down and put her lips to the forehead of the curly boy. She holds them 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.

“Controlled biological beings with artificial intelligence have artificial climate devices in the body,” Avatar moved his fingers to the upper canine tooth. A rod of 10 centimeters length 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, you should have said that the thermometer is broken. And that's it, understand?”  Alex stubbornly looked at the unearthly miracle, “People are vulnerable! For them way above the limit of ordinary 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 hefty man saw her hand move to stop his intention to approach her. Alex decided to leave his mother to sit alone at the wall and asked the self-made being, “Do not show others your anatomical features, it's indecent.”

The son was very caring for his mother, so he knew how after what happened she was waiting for tea. The ritual, formed for years, serves as a cause for family communication and, of course, a properly prepared tea is a brick for the proper nutrition foundation. Alex poured bottled spring water from scientifically recognized sources into the kettle and turned it on. In the kitchen for the tea activities stood a high table with a wooden countertop and an internal section closing with the 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 soul forces and their interplay with one another. First: put something on one cup, and the same thing turns out to be on the second one. An oscillation is perturbed, which fades away 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 is a talk about peace of mind, but that's not all. What kind of inner state can be reached when the goal of soul peace has already been achieved. It is clear that in fact, we are trying to achieve the state 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 intellectually. 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. It covers with a thin cloth of public consciousness. It requires constant love. The soul has a duty: to produce the Faith to all that is human. This is the only direct violation of the laws of thermodynamics. Efforts, the energy spent on the restoration of spiritual forces, produce repeatedly overlapping them, human energy for life. Half an hour for a tea ceremony, this is the attention of a loved one which will return a hundredfold. Yoga trains us to properly relax. The right tea ceremony is a powerful exercise of vitality. After many years of correct use, a reward comes - it is a feeling of enjoyable relaxation and pleasure. After this, a person is always ready for feats and has changed his life to the best not once, having earned the gratitude of the people around him.

The woman began to rise.

“Help,” said Alex turning to the intelligent creature for help, who rushed to raise Alex’s mother. The man continued grumbling, “Correct your mistakes. Take her by the hand and carefully help her to sit on the 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 the tea or not?”

Alex happily supported the conversation,

“I represent the highest league of spiritual development Yoga-tea. Through the hassles around the tea, we replace the obsession with everyday activities. 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 for warming up. The electric stove in the middle of a smooth as glass surface has the place for tea. On the control panel for tea warm up, he chose the third temperature level. He explained, “The taiga pantry is very reliable and opens up at a high temperature but do not bring to a boil. Otherwise, it will start to be welded and will give bitterness. It should be healthy and pleasant if you follow the right temperature. Take off the kettle when reaching white boiling water. Bubbles at the bottom just 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, his thick socks folded. This extra part of the larger size socks 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 passing of heredity.”

“Mom, he is in space himself, and this 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 traveling to the edge of our galaxy. Mom, he's good, he's for justice.”

The man at the stove put dried tea leaves into the teapot, added a pinch of St. Jon's Wort, with a small spoon, threw two times the Schisandra berries, with a small silver fork put a lump of taiga honey from a cup, added a herb mix and one ginkgo-biloba leaf. Alex poured boiling water to brew taiga tea. After a second of hesitation, he took a grater and rubbed a lemon zest into the tea, neatly not removing the white layer under the yellow one.

“Sure, it's always right to do as you like, so there are more chances 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 biosequences is completely copied from my father. At his choice, my organic molecules of the brain’s duplicating regions are compressed to metallic organo-plates. I transferred these areas of the brain to the avatar and synchronize telepathically through the metal-protein. Father works as a mineral-developing complex in the area of Alpha Lion - the brightest star in the Regula system. He 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 as he is, hereditarily organized male bio-installed creature. With his ability to creativity and invention of a new. On me, he applied his latest achievements so that my service to the ideals of the existence of life received public recognition. There is no contact with him for a thousand years, I really miss him. My journey is quite long and autonomous.”

“Mom, did not you forget something? You ask the traveler before you fed him. Ruslan, do you like the flavor of the drink?”

“By the smell of the ingredients, I determine how effective are the ingredients 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 heterogeneity of 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 plastic wrap. She unfolded it and carefully placed it towards the boy. Then from the tea table, there appeared pretzels-bagels, decorated with candies in paper wrappers. Alex poured tea from the ceramic teapot into the large white fine chine mugs. Especially for Rus he explained,

“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 drink. In our family, this is on the male line from my mother's side, that is passed on from generation to generation. I often had drunk tea with my grandfather. Even if you don’t want, you will see this technique. The main thing is not to take big sips. Tea in the mug should be at 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 slurping is better than the process of drinking tea. Tea is even tastier from that.”

The woman continued to ask questions and after finding out that in front of her a living person asked, “What is your age, boy? How long do you want to be human?”

“I am 2 days old. I want to become a human for longer and more!”

“So, you still need help 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 hugged him,

“Thank you so much. I'm your double lucky friend forever.”

Mom hugged them from above. Dinner lasted 3 hours. Alex lived with his mother in a 4-room apartment. In the Soviet era, they were given it for free for a family of four. Continuing the logical sequence of the rapidly developing Soviet system, one can assume that by 2020 the state would hand out individual palaces, for all, free of charge of course. Or the tank for everyone, free again. Rus settled in a room where the young inventor first experienced a gravitational transmitter. They managed to find out that Ruslan, despite his youthful appearance, had already lived for 2000 years, or 2 days in a new body. He simply did not have any opportunities in his life to grow up as a person f. All that he did was moving in space to the place of his future location. Technical talks, which he constantly has to have, are out of account. Its size is two thousand by two hundred and fifty and by another two hundred and fifty kilometers. In the number of hundreds of RUS’s, it is larger than many others thanks to the presence of a transformation propulsion system consisting of an engine of a gravitational order of direction and a gravitational repulsion engine. Education corresponds to a 100 million years civilization. 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. Equipped with technical devices for any possible and impossible situations. The transformer propulsion system itself serves not only as a motor. In the process of creating a material object, it possesses non-oriented gravity. Practically without the weight and other physical characteristics. Instant of the process of plasma materialization into an object and vice versa the nihilisation, are synchronized in the engine of a gravitational order of direction and the gravitational repulsion engine. 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 g-force acceleration. 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 user’s transfer to the virtual participation zone - VPZ. The zone is controlled by AI artificial intelligence called Machine. Alex has asked it to show the VPZ. Machine -computer (to be properly called in the human language) was a complex with the size of the star of Proxima Centauri, blocking the black hole and using its energy. This device included a VPZ, same as a computer starts Windows. Rus has promised to show the simulator on the VPZ but first announced that it was necessary to contact Machine. To do this, he connected the magnetron to the light bulb and after saying the words, “Never stick your head at the microwave’s radiation line, you can burn all the metalloproteins”, turned on the transmitter. After a minute of the session’s communication, RUS returned to the topic, “You know, metalloproteins in the brain interact with the gravity. Your feature of the development of metalloproteins in the brain could develop. In me it is completely artificial, and humans could evolve this in the ability of the realized interaction with an information stream. 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 Jon and Nik, as adapted from within by the nanobots to move. After making phone calls with them, Alex agreed to meet next morning at the park.

  The next day, Alex and Rus walked to the 12-story building where Jon lived. Alex called Jon. Nik drove up in the car and said, “I have about 10 minutes for everything.”

Alex said to Jon, “There's no time to wait.”

Jon 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’t come in. I can’t open the door. Can’t find the key.” On a hunch, he glanced at the kitchen table and saw the key to the front door. Three adventure seekers crossed the road and entered the park. Above the guys’ heads, a spark had flashed high in the sky, the trajectory of which has 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 them 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 the 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 out on the roof of a tall building. Everything around 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 aliens’ ships, they have sunk to the surface of the earth. It was getting dark, giving to all surrounding blue-black color. In the place where there is a large power plant, when the clouds contact with the electric poles, lightnings started to jump out up high. From discharges of lightnings 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 they have already become clouds out of ball lightnings, hanging over towers, antennas, buildings. The car drove up to the gates of the power station and a man came out 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 railcar, you can see faces of the numb passengers. Whose views follow the car flying to them, which, scattering pieces of flame, hit the railcar. Alex noticed how the moon began to approach, second by second increasing in size.

“What is he going to do,” Alex exclaimed rhetorically.

“If the calculation is correct, then after the collision of the Earth with the Moon, they will become a bagel again,” replied Rus.

In the nearest city, Moscow, water masses with adhering to them people and cars were pulling to the top to the Moon. In the voids formed under the earth without water, whole residential areas began to fall. A big plane collided with such a water lake in the air but did not rush to Earth. It continued, rotating 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’t 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 all people.

Alex's thoughtfulness in response to Nik's thoughts grew into anger, “What a shame when the planet remains, and the whole population is gone.” Alex realized, “Nik, I hear your thoughts.” Behind Nik, the Moon threw the Earth into a rattling of flaming and flying fragments. The curving continents of the plasma have connected in a bagel. The surface of the unusual planet was covered with a crust of red-brown tiles, between which orange geysers fountains wriggled.

Alexander sad, “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 answered, “He is a minor, who will allow him to do this, he will be educated, convinced for about 100 years. He has to pass an exam for maturity. Some will remain underage for life, some of them do not have the right to independent activity, I already have a maintenance service for TP (travel platform) and a gravitational tracing.”

Alex smiled at his own thoughts and said aloud, “An unreasonable child.” Nik looking at his friend said meaningfully, “I agree, I heard you.”

Jon, slowly catching up with new friends, was jogging following Alex, Nikolai, and RUS. He noticed them coming to the park when he left the house. At 10 meters from him, before his eyes, they disappeared from the view. Following their steps, he also skirted the bench and disappeared from the viewpoint in the same place. Jon turned away stepping off from the invisible platform. Traced the trampled grass from the footsteps, bypassing the bench. At 5 meters from it, the path along the grass ended. Around it grew untouched grass, with gleaming dew drops. 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, by the same bench, the brain involuntarily concealed the difference. The young man stopped and waited a minute.

“I have to start every day with jogging,” Jon said cheerfully and went home on the run calling Alex. After the first call, 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.”

Jon turned around and saw before him Alex, Nikolay, and Rus.

“What's the name of this unreasonable child?” Jon heard Alex's question.

“Ruslan,” said the curly-haired boy.

 Alex said, “Lost your mind?”

Jon became interested, “Ruslan, what have you done?”

“A bagel,” Rus replied shortly.

Alex spoke briefly about Rus and his baking abilities. After that Jon 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 the extraordinary travels and for a long time in details became acquainted with the life in space. To begin with, Jon asked Rus about the work of the VPZ in details and met with the Machine. The time spent in the VPZ, in reality, did not last. Therefore, Jon was not afraid to grow old. He 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. intelligent civilizations inevitably achieve the necessary minimum level of education and upbringing 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.

Jon watched on the big screen as he first enters the virtual zone. The five-arms robot drew in Jon’s direction a hand from which three fingers began to unfold by joints one thinner than the other. With the top end, he touched a pimple on the boy's cheekbone. The small spark instantly burned out a small inflammation without leaving any traces. Cheering up, the Earthman turned to the left and having passed through the travel platform, got off on the grass in the park. Sweet home, the young man happily inhaled oxygen. Leaving the platform, Alex saw Jon.

“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 amazed Alex. Finding one, he said, “Lost your mind?”

Jon grinned, “Ruslan, did you make a donut hole?”

“A bagel,” Rus replied shortly and firmly. He decided to keep silent, remembering the phrase “Silence is Gold.”

“You know, Alex, they have a whole collective farm of astronauts working around the black hole on the nearest edge of our galaxy,” Jon told how he has followed friends and got onto the travel platform. He also mentioned his long stay in the virtual participation zone in a variety of simulators. Then they decided to talk and went to Boris to another hidden station with the name “St. Sophia Cathedral.” Out of respect for Orthodox Christianity, Boris created an online broadcast studio with honored by himself Orthodox values. One of these values is the Byzantine calendar, which was used for the chronology from September 1, 5509 BC. The Sofia station installed as 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” is a sight, where even on the hottest day a cool breeze blows. As an Orthodox Boris undertook to remind that “Holy Sofia” has always been a Christian temple. As a Buddhist, he was outraged by the idea of the development of society, where there 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 create the independent online Orthodox Church (OOC), only without slavery, without earthly idols and blind ecstasy before every master's regime. As the highest clergyman, he was no longer removing the silver cross, hammer, and sickle made for him by Ivan. Their size was three times that of Alex’s, 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. They arrived at the station “St. Sophia Cathedral.” Everyone was happy to see each other. Nik greeted the priest from all, “How are you, Boris?”

“Good. Already read the first sermon. That was angry. Bitch. But honest.”

A hole from a bagel

Jon 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 sports gear, he was very prominent in heavy beige half boots and narrow, worn black and brown pants with patch pockets. At 10 meters from him, on his eyes, they disappeared from the view. Following their steps, 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. “I have to start every day with jogging,” Jon said cheerfully and went home, on the run calling Alex. After the first call, 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.”

Jon turned around and saw before him Alex, Nikolay, and Rus.

“What's the name of this unreasonable child?” Jon heard Alex's question.

“Ruslan,” said the curly-haired boy.

 Alex said, “Lost your mind?”

Jon became interested, “Ruslan, what have you done?”

“A bagel,” Rus replied shortly.

Alex spoke briefly about RUS - Relay Universal Station, and his baking abilities. Rus explained in detail that he was fulfilling Alex's request to demonstrate the possibilities of the virtual participation zone - VPZ. He clearly sought sympathy from Jon. He told how he tried to come up with a plot of the demonstration close to the Alex’s perception. He took Alex’s native planet with the place where he lives. And now he is also guilty of something.

“When a baby, not thinking about the consequences, pokes his finger in the adult’s eye. That's what it looks like,” Alex remarked.

Rus's story caused emotions in Jon about which he did not even suspect. His open mouth finally stirred, “So, are you 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?"

“Yes.”

“Are you bigger than mountains?”

“Yes, enough to guess. I am like the Mountain System. The Ural Mountains. Can you imagine the dimensions of the Urals? The length is the same 2000 km, but the width is two times more.”

“Could you show it?” Jon asked ingratiatingly.

“I can. Don’t complain after.”

“Show it to me right now,” said the 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 swung 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 has covered him with elation. Participants of the conversation, standing on the platform quickly moved away through the expanses of the solar system. Jon, looking at the huge distance from the star to the ground, trying to estimate their size, had time to think, “Earth with the size of a pea is far from a huge ball of Sun, like a yoga ball, on which you can sit.” The native planet was so far removed from the Sun that it is not at all clear by what miracle it is attracted to its star. The space has swung open full of stars and galaxies. The sun decreasing to a dot has moved. Two seconds all the stars remained as traced dashes. The platform was moving visually through outer space.

“I will be 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 the 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 about 7 billion years.”

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

“Do you see two galaxies Large and Small Magellanic clouds? I will have a communication bridge with 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. Racing 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 the sun.”

The last circular movements ended in the wave movements of everything visible. In the total darkness, dotted with yellow 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 bottleneck. 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?” Jon 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.

“Did you picked it 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. Just in general terms. When the feeling of hunger wakes up.”

“I know what's inside you. The nanorobots, that I gave to you to protect you against radiation. I also have processes and production, set up by robots under the control of artificial intelligence. Avatar and the platform have been done, now we need to replenish the resources. My feeling of hunger is waking up when the resource needs refill.”

“Thank you very much,” - Alex bowed deeply to Rus, “That you timely eliminated the danger of the radiation exposure.”

“You have to notify me about everything, or I'll arrange a short circuit for you,” Jon said deliberately.

Next to them appeared the image of a twenty years old girl. Red curly hair is pressed to the head with a shiny pink headband. Same height as Alex, the girl looked perfect in a white satin topic and a skirt above the knees. Generally, she was of medium build. She was standing on long, strong, straight legs in high heels pumps. At a beauty contest, she would have no competition. Delicately taking off the lovely curl from her eyes, she turned to Jon, “You have to ask Machine for this. Over here is a VPZ, I am in charge of everything in this zone.”

“Are you a Machine?” Pointing at her with a finger, the young man babbled.

“Yes.”

“Huge long legs! Well, I like it.”

“Thank you. You have the artist's vision. Only that's beautiful legs.”

“Tell me all about yourself, please. What's your name?” suddenly becoming polite, Jon said. And a second later, as if recollecting,

“Could you please do your look in a high definition? Wait, do the best that you can, whatever that means,” Jon 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 warm healthy body. The face was sparkling with blue eyes, supported by flashing puffy little clouds of cheeks. On the ideal skin, there were no lines or wrinkles. The youth in full growth stood straight, tense on high heels. Jon 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 what, say about legs?” Asked the beauty, slightly tilting her head in his direction.

From this the red curls have moved forward to the semicircular line of the hairdo, 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 base-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 robots flew with limbs sticking out of them and the cargos 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 ZVP - zone of virtual participation. What you see is an image I have created. You physically move in space-time with the help of the cross-dimensional travel platform. This is enough to enter the chosen virtuality. Would you like me to add emotional perception?”

“Yes,” the young man felt himself completely in the real situation. He touched Machine with his fingertips. Her elastic smooth skin slightly succumbed to the pressure and naturally, his fingers have rested against her hand.

“Ow!” The girl pulled her hand and said,

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

“Please, forgive me,” Jon has been really upset because of his hindsight, “I'm so clumsy. I ...” He did not finish, seeing that the girl has laughed.

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

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

“I always dreamed to meet someone like you, but I think I know you,” Jon sincerely said smiling.

“That’s me. I put your confidence level a little higher. You're my first human. I wanted to be liked.”

“And what I say is that me saying?” asked the boy, clinging to the consciousness.

Machine laughed contagiously and replied, “Of course. You are real.” Jon 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, “What if I beat you in the neck will it heart for real? Let's check?”

“No, do not. I believe you.”

“Well, you should. Now here from reality only you and me. All characters of virtuality repeat the known data about them or the prescribed plot. Will it be painful or not depends 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 experience is natural and depend on what is happening. Machine has disconnected at his request additional emotions and the presence of friends. He began to analyze his perception of everything around him. It turned out that nothing had changed. He really admires what is happening. The girl is a delight. It sounded logical from his side,

“Let's have a look at you.” Jon 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 wall behind which was a lit hall. The glass almost instantly became opaque dark. All visible bright places and lights went out. The platform in the reverse order has gone from RUS and again moved over the disk of the galaxy. Flying over the Perseus Arm, Jon has 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 the blue drove into the star system. 5 stars different in size and kind have surrounded a black hole. Like lumps of wool threw their strings, the stars through protuberance gave off plasma to the side of the immovable shackled in a net sphere. Deep inside it in the center the threads of matter converged, 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.

“Jon, you can imagine any heaven for a lifetime in my system,” Machine has reminded of her immensity. For Jon as for any humanoid, it was natural to humanize what he saw. For example, to see a person in a 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, are you talking about the hotel?” Has clarified the young man.

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

“Yes, I've long dreamed about my own den. Here under the suns, I want a flat land with a view on the spherical grid.”

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

“From the left edge - the fountain to the ground. Stop, not a fountain. Come on, the big waterfall, but so that you can go on the ground straight under the waterfall. No land. The whole surface should be like marble, in those places where the path, make it rough, so as not to slip. It is always day and sunny outside. No plants and dirt. Everything is clean and tidy. The building is near the waterfall. Enters from different sides. The walls and ceiling are glass, well, maybe not glass, just transparent. From the entrance to the entrance, there is a stone ledge around so that you can sit anywhere. Make it form a beautiful sand color stone. Rain is not necessary; the whole year is warm. Inside there is the kitchen, a separate room with exercise machines and a sauna with an entrance to the pool that is thirty meters long. In the kitchen wall is an elevator niche without doors. It drops and raises as necessary to all levels. At one level, the platform to enter in the transparent cabins, bringing to other flat lands. Or some other worlds. Actually, immediately make a level below the flat land with a park of coniferous plants. Especially with the pine smell. And that this smell will not blow off. Coniferous aroma to be preserved and accumulated. The second level down is mine with a bedroom with a large bed, 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 in the water. All movements, no matter how hard you try, should be slow. There is no floor, so you will slowly start to fall. Solid protrusions with illumination, from which you can bounce or catch. Some ledges are large as a room floor. It is needed that in some places there will be columns 100 meters long up to the very bottom with a solid surface. Decorated docks for UFOs. Below is a transparent floor. Around the living world there must be a markup showing that people are living there. And the places that will be equipped with technical stuff and devices should be disguised. Another flat Earth is one level higher. It is very large and has an ocean and a strip of land with sandy beaches and palm trees. There you can fly even without everything. Mentally move yourself and fly. 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 to fly in the bright sunlight along the shore, pedaling. Beauty!”

Jon has squinted and smiled broadly with pleasure. He has imagined himself on a child’s bicycle with training wheels. With a smile from ear to ear. From the chain behind, together with the pedals, a colored paper propeller spins. He screwed up his eyes 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. Jon said out loud,

“Anyway, flight should be absolutely safe. That's all that matters. Next to the house, I need to do something with different gravity. Let’s do a tower with horizontal bars with rubber beams. You hang swaying on it, and then you jump on another. Rubber beams are different by stretching. And so, from level to level, forward and back through a hundred of horizontal bars you walk.”

“Are you going to plan any social places?”

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

“Would you like to limit the map to 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. Earthman can only be found in our galaxy. Till now.”

“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. Jon 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 dark blue color planet in the form of a rusty fragment of an engagement ring. Rust had eaten a few holes in the wreckage from which flowed a blue-black light. Passing through the water, this light made water the plants to illuminate. Microscopic plant cells, united in the giant islands’ kilometer long colony, have 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. Burgundy clumps curling like lianas around the trunk of a tree creep along the rays in all directions. The higher they went, the more they expanded, becoming more transparent and breaking away like a fog disappears from a distance.

“What is this burgundy color like a dark blood?”

“That is time formed from the contracting space. Expanding, it penetrates into our dimension.”

“Yellow needles make the planet look like a curled hedgehog. The yellow hedgehog planet. Please, explain about the needles.

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

“A rusty wreckage with a blue light inside, what does that mean?”

“It is an unknown 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 as a miracle. Once on our side of the horizon of events, something becomes normal for our matter measurement. Everything that flies into the black hole is scattered and annihilated.”

“Redhead, please don’t keep me in suspense. The most interesting is about miracles. Tell me!”

“Their dimension has lived thousands of times longer than yours. 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 dough is of little value, but the hole is the most important. The bigger and thinner their bagel is, the bigger the hole and the more virtuality. Some of the civilizations in our measurement 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 the black hole is the materially existing worlds of intelligent life.”

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

“Maybe.”

“Did you notice how I called you Masha?”

“As far as I understand, I can’t escape this.”

“Correctly. Such a beautiful name.”

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

“Would you like to take part in the study of a black hole? We have an experiment that allows you to fly through a black hole.”

“Fine! Let’s Go!” With these words, he has only stressed that he understood the exorbitant greatness of the meaning of the offer. All around the spirals have pulled to a twist. The lighting became darker, everything that was colored became translucent in a gray tone. Masha went to Jon and took his arm, wrapped her arm around his. Her warm elbow rested against his side. Jon can’t mess up in front of such a chic girl. A walk through a spacious factory began. His attention was jumping from rustling of her outfits when walking to robots and aggregates, fussily bustling back and forth. Everything 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 line on the floor. The robots that were standing around drove up. Masha, not letting go of his hand, began to talk to him,

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

“Somehow, I don’t care,” Jon said in an indifferent voice. His condition with the disconnected perception, he expressed very precisely. On his face, with relaxed muscles, was indifference to what was going on. Masha let go of his hand and took a step back. From the approaching devices, strong levers slid out and picked up Jon's body in the bending areas. He looked like sitting on a bicycle, riding up, only he was hanging in the air. The following devices have approached and freed him from his clothes. Lasers almost instantly cut off clothes in large pieces. Emerging jets of steam and laser beams disinfected his surface. The mechanisms moved him beyond the line. Jon was in the space where he began to look like a computer object. Part of his soft tissues and the entire surface of the skin became transparent. Some places of his skeleton became illuminated. At the same time, two well-lit robot surgeons with many limbs and blocks of surgical equipment sets approached him from the top. When they entered the operation area, their illumination decreased, and some of the materials became translucent. The lasers have turned on, they quickly cut off almost all the bone joints and have made 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 nimble instruments in the extremities of surgeons filled the grooves with nanorobots and amorphous material of gray-white color. As with 3D printing, but simultaneously along the whole-body, lines have grown from the gray-white bands that had formed on the bones, including the skull. They have stretched out to the places where Jon’s skin began. At the outer ends of the lines, funnels were printed. Again, the rapidly moving limbs of the robot surgeons have brought the tips, from which they filled each funnel with glistening, smooth, bluish black surface of nanorobots. At the same time, all the devices have freed the space around Jon, 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 the form similar to the rose petals. All the plates turned at once, smoothly overlapping each other and closing. The entire surface of Jon 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. Transparent lenses have formed on Jon’s face, providing him with a view.

Various devices have approached again. Some of them have studied the protection, the others have 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 have been folded in the funnel. Levers advanced and picked up the patient. The robots took Jon to his original place and put him on his feet. Having determined that he was standing on his own, devices retreated. Throughout the operation, Jon had a thoughtful look on his face. After Masha moved closer, 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 unknowingness of what had happened to him.

“That’s not fair!” Jon said in a hoarse voice, almost whispering. After a short exhalation, he continued with an almost normal, but still slightly trembling voice,

“I asked to turn on something like a light bulb, to distinguish between virtuality and reality. I thought I was virtual.”

“I am so sorry. I was going to do it again when I switched to virtual participation, that how I had understood you. I see all your experiences upset you. I've never been so guilty. Forgive me, please, I'll try my best to make it up for you. Masha went to Jon and hugged him tenderly. Jon felt trust again and calmed down. Without lifting his head from her shoulder, and pressing her to himself, he tasked 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 on with him. I think the hair on my head is still moving. Understand, first, you explain, and then you turn it off.”

 Masha leaned back and smiled softly at Jon's face.

“I'll do anything for you. As we have agreed for the future, so be it. Ask! What exactly do you want me to tell you?”

“Have you already had a flight into a black hole? What is the peculiarity of your experiment? I'm ready for the risk. All this is so 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 has fully confirmed the safety of the flight for a living intelligent member. For real, 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 of 0.2% for an intelligent life as yours, 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 Jon's request, having completed the explanation, Machine checked the parameters of his well-being and determined that the person has adequately understood the explanations. Rapid breathing, excitement, and fear clearly confirmed her conclusion. After that, she turned off Jon's emotions and sensitivity. All this happened so quickly, as it says, he did not have time to blink an eye. She liked the young man very much. Therefore, Masha asked just in case, “Shall we go?”

 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.”

Jon 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 has left.

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 photon creatures’ tentacles, 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,

“Live!”

Same way, often the desire of close people materializes in the continuation of the life of one who has been out of the life’s circle. 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 tell 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 the demand, which later became one of the meanings of his life. Live for others! Be proud of your credits in this service. To experience a real joy from the fact that someone needs you. Whole constructions of neural networks, their clear instructions for the performance of functions flowed continuous input. In the brain, Others induced cities of lights on neural networks. Jon's eyes remained closed. The vision ability was activated. The signals were directed by the creatures that stood around him. Jon's body itself was in a state of displacement. This meant that the diversity of Jon's stays in reality, materially moved. Video images, ideas, memorable events, the knowledge he 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 has admired, realizing himself as a passenger of a time machine rushing through the reality of the universe to another dimension inside the 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 a success. The lateral tentacle of Other has laid out luminous grains on the constellation of his brain structures. The movement and forms of Other caused Jon to associate it with the tongue, not for the first time. Again, from someone from Others surrounding him have sounded,

“Thank you for your dedication!”

A clear sense of déjà vu began to appear with every fragment of awareness. Stay with Tongues took place in the process of returning to the past. Only this way they’ve managed to escape from their own dimension, which tried to spray the guest from the gravitational dimension onto 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 Jon'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 the black hole. His memory preserved the end of the relationship with the Tongues 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. Jonny, 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. For Others it was necessary to keep the indicators of his measurement. They helped nanorobots of RUS to complete the modification of DNA structures, revealing the genetic ability of the person to see the parts of his brain. He has realized the structural solution of his own thoughts and images, which made him dizzy. Looking at himself from the side, Jon 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. We can’t hold you longer. You need your reality. We 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 forever! Bye!”

From the inside of the tentacles’ ends, a powder of minuscule crystals poured in, streaming cold light with a blue glow. The crystals in the form of a spray of sand fell onto the structures of Jon'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 Jon's neural connections. He literally heard the thoughts of rusty Tongues, as he began to call Others for himself.

“His 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 mind blanket.” Two Tongues put forward tentacles from places that a person would call a waist. He telepathically saw it from the side, as they touched with the tips of their limbs to the convolutions of his brain. Language illuminating brighter than all, showed friendliness,

“Hi. We are saving you. We are very glad to see you here, but without any idea how you can survive so that you can stay in our 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 it in one? Depends on friends, who are coming to us from the past.”

“I'm also very glad to see you. It's all so grand and amazing. I already envy myself. I do not care if it will go wrong”, Jon responded, sincerely expressing his condition.

With the 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 brain’s convolutions. 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 of pressing the tissue has ruptured. A separated fragment of the brain was 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 has opened layer by layer. Inside there was something with a shape on an apple. It from inside pushed up a hidden inside pad. On it lay the spark of life of Tongues, radiating a rich burgundy light. The spark lay like a thread bent into the shape of a five-pointed star with rounded edges instead of corners. The Tongue shifted the gray matter into the center of the asterisk. Ring of a starlet slowly shrouded in with the glistening cold light the piece of Jon's brain. The process of growth began. The light of the asterisk touched the gray matter and covered it with a burgundy shroud. Onto this surface, one of the tentacles has brought luminous crystals and gently laid them out, each bit separately. The crystals glowed with a pleasant burgundy color, after this scale and rust appeared on their surface. Jon heard the local thoughts,

“Difficult, but scientists of the past must to 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 to believe that the result of development in our dimension is applicable to them. Consciousness of this being will develop in our form. We must program him 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 here will get a chance to apply to his life form.” Jon's mind's eye approached the asterisk. The spark of the Tongues’ life trembled and visually divided. The tentacles pulled one of the asterisks toward them and carried it to the place where the puncture was made. Connections circumcised before this were returned and restored. A wave of light passed through Jon's brain. Getting used to it, he felt the emulation of one form of consciousness into another. There was no split of personality. Thoughts were reproduced in the same way as those of the human brain, and those of the form of consciousness in the photon Tongue standing beside. At this self-awareness was again interrupted.

“I have to stop moving out of myself. Maybe then I will stop losing the thread of what is happening. Now I am also Tongue,” 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 anything 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 creatures prepared a place for the future installation before he died again. Jon saw how the remaining star left in the aliens’ incubator was surrounded with luminous crystals. The Spark of Life trace intensified, and he saw in it his reflection. Jon has felt how 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 essence 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 Jon's consciousness left in the incubator began to gain a bright yellow glow from the crystals. Jon brought closer the visual image of a future different consciousness. He saw the baby- Tongue, to the top of which laser threads joined. Outbreaks of images of human neural networks were laying out 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 young man onto their information flows. In the Jon’s brain thousands of neurons were lit and their image was repeated on a nearby cloud. 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 Jon's new consciousness. Some of the rusty photon beings have frozen in the process of viewing episodes of his life. He himself was carried away by the memories of Masha,

“Jon, you always think how to do something good to yourself. It's contagious. I also have begun to think about what bothers you. You can’t be predicted. 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. I have ideas!” Jon thought optimistically.

The Tongue moved in and said “You will see her now. At least take a minute with us. Just came in and already leaving? 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 succession came from the future. They were reporting on the death of Jon and possible measures to save him. The pilgrim survived in spite of all the deaths.

Displacement through dimensions is not possible for subjects of foreign dimensions. That, what belongs to one dimension cannot naturally move to another while retaining its properties. Properties themselves do not exist outside their dimensions. It is obviously impossible to travel by dimensions 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 displacement does not change. With Jon, both things have happened simultaneously. The process itself of moving along the timeline along the well of the fields have allowed him to maintain the border state. The pioneer of travel through the dimensions retreated in time back to the past. Changing the coordinates in such a well, the subject moves in time same as in space. The ability to preserve is laying at the heart of such a journey. Tongues returning Jon to the past were saving him physically. Technically upgrading his equipment and body structure, adapting to the changing conditions of the well. Help from Tongues saved Jon's life from sputtering into nothing. His space suit with modifications by the recommendations from the future allowed to reach the point of meeting with them. Thinking on a single-variant outcome in a sequence of events will lead to a paradox. Otherwise, events occur in the field of multi-variance. The simplest example: the adoption of opposite conclusions from the same prerequisites by different people. Under certain conditions, happens what should be. At different times, intersecting in time and space, there are different events happening with the same subjects. In this case, they fall into different conditions of other dimensions. Nothing special, it's just something else. Jon, having fallen into the past of his galaxy is no longer the same guy. Connection through time makes him vulnerable from 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 Jon does not enter the travel platform, then will he, who committed a pioneer feat, disappear or not - two options. Both can be equally until the conditions and circumstances change. Someone will stop the young man before travel and there will be two of them, although different. He no longer belongs to his dimension in full. Thus, his dependence is not so destructive as to crumble to dust with the paradox. The hero of the two dimensions has thought deeply about the perspective of creating his own copy by himself.

With your own hands

Jon appeared on the travel platform from which he started to 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 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 inside, was not finished and did not have any practical significance for man. Human consumption of oxygen is excessive and extreme. For the same reason, the protection device did not provide for Jon's oxygen need. 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 view of the left eye appeared the number 3600 and the countdown on seconds began. “Golden Hour” the cosmos’ hero guessed.

Recognizing the inferiority of his being he said, “Only a human.”

Below there was a line with words. The pioneer of the cosmos focused his attention on the words and began to read. The line ran, adjusting to his 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 time 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. That was necessary for the user, who is turning on the platform himself to connect with the subscriber on the other end. Jon did not understand exactly which subscriber, and at what end he was. Cold chilled his bones. 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 a 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, which were turned off, this was in unfinished thoughts. One of which sounded quite reasonable when he uttered it aloud “I'm dead.” The drone, sliding past on the finger as a hook along the exposed wire, stopped and Jon heard from it, “Two options!” A dish instead of a head and five hands sticking out of it from the bottom on hinges together formed a flying machine with AI (artificial intelligence). Beneath the edge of the plate, the whole rim of the edge swirled around and Patieruke unhurriedly flew over to the robot cleaner.

“I count on my ten fingers more options. Patieruke[9], on your five hands, why only two?” Jon was surprised.

The idler slowly put in the washing vacuum cleaner one of the levers which resembled a hand 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. Drone slowly brought to the man a load of 10 times heavier than itself 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. Jon has guessed to shake the hand extended to him by the drone. By the air duct that was installed by his own hands, oxygen got to Jon. Soap bubbles popped from the washing robot. The counter adding time showed 2500 seconds.

 “Beautiful, but not enough,” sounded the ambiguous Drone.

“What is not enough? Bubbles? Will they rescue me?”

“Now yes. Maybe not completely.”

“Maybe? You yourself do not fully understand what you are saying.” The guy wanted to quip, “Oh yes! Two options: You either understand or not!”

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

Being five meters from Jon, the last 15 minutes he was analyzing 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, Jon found that he had returned to the past six months before sending to the Tongues. Having found out that everything must be ordered, he began with emotions. Machine has 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,” Jon 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 by 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 receive questions about the earthmen. Members of the Councils, concerned members of the production, students reading Machine’s reports produced questions. The robot-drone intended for counseling and rendering of the feasible help has been immediately redistributed to the executive assistant of the hero of the galaxy.

“What to do?” Jon turned to the collaborating robot.

Cobot[10] began to fulfill his duties quite practical,

“Two options: Move you to the appropriate virtuality and train, or think.”

“You're quite a business bot!” Pronounced with irony, the young man.

 After thinking he asked Machine, “Move me to the virtual participation zone of the most technologically advanced civilization so that I remain myself, but the conditions would be comfortable for me. I don’t want to be asked how I will survive there.”

Robot surgeons carefully intercepted and moved him into the space of the cross-dimensional travel platform. Jon 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 try to fly. Everything turned out exactly as he wanted, straining the body for certain actions, he was receiving the relevant circumstances. He flew into an unknown space and stopped in surprised. By inertia and slowly slowing down, he moved forward knee-deep. It was already the circumstances of the place in which he was. A hundred-kilometer In diameter thread of dense gas, which he started to breathe, 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 to the right in front to of him.

Noticing his breakthrough, the people of the color of the straw have swam to him moving their legs like monofin. Fur clothing clung tightly to their bodies. During movements, the fabric stretched perfectly, without restraining movements. The brown fur completely coincided with the fuzz on their heads. The Earthman liked it, as the fur obeying the smoothness from the environment with large massifs of tides was changing the gleam of the 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 hay, twisting hay straws into figures. A bunch of hay was bent and tied in different places, at the end it was evenly cut. Such dolls they called Streegushy. Looking at the hay color of people, Jon immediately decided to call them Streegushy. The hay color girls, gently supporting and touching him, have moved him beyond the travel platform and the young man again was on his feet. The young girl with the inscription “cute” on a thin rim under her hair touched his nose,

“My name is Medy. It seems that males are twice as big as females, what impose them in a special state of stupor. Commonly known as tonic immobilization[11]. Impressively strong and courageous men.”

Thinking that he should do it, he also touched her nose. He has considered unnecessary to touch other parts.

“My name is Jonathan Govorun. Machine, make me twice as big as she. What do you think I'm going to do here?”

Becoming larger than Streegushys he felt more confident. The young man looked at the beautifully laid hair of the girls. Again, he wanted to flatter females. At the front, the smooth foreheads were framed by arched hair. He could not find words to compliment that. So, he decided to extol their silhouettes perfection. Finally confirmed in the opinion that around him young girls over the age of 20 he quipped,

“Play dolls with skinny straws.”

His talent for making compliments was immediately reacted to. Streegushy 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 Rybaeat. We assume you are here with us to go through the path of liberation and awakening your own higher creative abilities.”

“You did not guess. I'm getting technical tricks a little and I will give a big bye to all!”

“Do I need it?! To ride on the ears of the half-educated person. 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 man talks about what he does not know!”

Jon 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 in the reclining chair Streegushy, which moving in the flying chair stopped with her stump by his shoulder.

“This smells like fish.” He plugged his nose, “What are you from fish?”

“Well, not everyone is so lucky as you from chords.” Kladi was “offended” again.

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

The speaker saying, drizzled a drop from his mouth onto Jon’s right ear. Jon 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 fluffy plush toy should give the same impression. Bigger than a man, Rybaeat hung an obliquely with the ball-shaped head down. In this position, the torso was pushed to the tail and looked like a balloon, stretching to the sky. The fluffy ball tail twitched as if pulling Rybaeat. Bending to Jon's ear the creature rested against the boy's eyes with his left eye larger than the right one. The one-third of the face is occupied by round attentive eyes from rings merged rings with gray pupils. Under the almost invisible nose, the mouth stretched out in a curious smile.

“I am called when I have to go on a trip with someone. You can 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 argue.

“He's like a Rybaeat.”

“A pet.”

“He wants it for himself.” Guessed about the egoistic tendencies of the crook, one of the surrounding him altruists.

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

Silence. The place where the pilgrim of space turned out to be was one of the most populous in the Milky Way 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, that was it for some stars. Giant structures were on the line between the stars and the place where Jon watched, eclipsing the stars. The pilgrim was in a ball of gas threads, comparable in size to the star system. The grains of cosmic stories 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 to those who are not preparing for a change grants the right to perish. There are countless communities destroyed themselves or disappeared under the onslaught of the superior destructive forces of nature. Civilizations are looking for a way to survive before an apocalypse begins. Time after time, saving their lives due to the priority of the whole society survival. This is the story of the creative mind victory, which interrupts the natural course in the process of self-destruction. Jon saw a zigzag of black matter that stretched between two red dwarfs. The man-made balance kept the anomaly site threatening by the numerous dangers to 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 got into a stream of cosmic dust. They also survived by abandoning the existence of some by coercing others. Jon 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 was no longer appearing through the voids at a distance as from the earth to the moon. The Earthman thought that there could be cities there. A warm uniform light illuminated everything around. Jon 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 field, on which the Streegushy used to sit, he missed.

Jon had a greeting in his head.

“Good afternoon. My name is Assistant. If you have finished looking around, I will offer you a conversation.”

“Hi. OK, let's talk. Do you need a pet?”

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

“We already have a pet. We do not need another one. 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 Rybaeats. I offer a designer suit for a mission, say yes.”

“Yes.”

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

“That's cool! Teach me this trick, to appear and move like you.”

Kladi supported the conversation, sitting side by side on the green shoot,

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

“What do I need to do?”

“Walk all the way.”

“What are the difficulties?”

“Deadly. An intelligent type of Rybaeats’ civilization 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 to 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 bastards. All on instincts, laws of coercion in favor of devourers of human lives, without any interest in life itself.”

“I'm sorry, I'll leave you for a minute. To wash my hands is over there?” 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 drawing of the running Streegushy 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 Rybaeat.

Kladi nodded in response and added, “And to 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, Jon felt an increasing pull-down and more difficult moving forward. After he got to his feet and walked through the doorway, Jon felt adequate to earthly conditions. Everyone who knows what a greenhouse is would have thought that he was in it. Everything that helps people to do things, here is helped by technically supplemented plants and insects. The walls consist of transparent panels from the middle alternating with opaque, lighted matt panels. By 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 that is filling the space. In fact, the main light in the filaments passed through a thick transparent jelly shell. Mathematically verified irregularities of the shell surface and bending angles of the filaments scattered the light for illumination. Opposite to the entrance, he immediately saw the image of the Streegushy sitting on the arrow, with her hands on her knees. Realizing that he needs to go there, he went through the loggia, with the view of the packed crowd of several thousand, mostly of yellow people snacking at the tables. Instinctively, he jabbed his hand in their direction and pierced the view. By what he saw, disturbed waves ran through. 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. Jon went inside a small booth and called out,

“Hey, Machine!”

Machine, responding to the Jon’s call, 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?” Jon asked puzzled.

 Under him, 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. Jon tore off the top lonely sticking leave along this line. In its place, the next shoot slowly began to grow in the form of a boat-shape 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.

“That’s 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 of lianas. Moving the leaves away, Jon gazed back. A dozen insects whirled around the leaf that he left.

Jon 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 his 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 own 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 troubles. It turned out that the stronger 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. Deliberately training the skill to ask for help. The art of collaboration Jon mastered just enough to respond to the message. In the eyes of the earthmen, he could be a good boss. According to others, he was a dreadful organizer.

“I can’t understand. Here we fly, and there we walk.” 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 question in a polite manner. They have had discussions about this. Jon 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’t understand why in different places the gravity is very different. Kladi, 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, force is not in the size, but in the mass of the object. 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.”

A shot in the back of the head (beginning)

The father of the big man a second time got into a mental hospital. The trade union leader was not ashamed that his father did not fit into the modern social order. It was true. More and more interesting people have come to the mental hospitals in recent years. One of them was a tall girl named Tosya, on the passport Antoinette. Now in Alex's memory, everything in this puzzle came together. This girl, who lived in the hospital, has not become old and has not been sick for ten years since he first saw her. He guessed that she is an avatar, who had lost her connection and was not differentiated for independent development. It was an opportunity to use her bio-organism as an avatar. The big man has 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 Tosya, 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 was 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 will return there from where it came from. The priest asked Alex what measures are applied to the invaders declaring private property on the planets. Alex reassured him, Earthlings will never live to the technology of survival on their own planet. The trade union activist interpreted his own idea of the development of earthlings as follows “needed where was born”. The most human is to show since birth as a society needs every human soul. Surround with the guaranteed care of society, protect from the creatures in whatever guise they show up, educate the spiritual and responsible person. To give children’s happiness, as parents and relatives are capable of. Provide work on the mastered specialty. This is the second how a public form of government will be called. Threefold is to what details it will be necessary to master 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 how Jon burns with the laser the inscription “Here was Jon Govorun”. The video ended, and intense daylight was turned on. A secret meeting of the russian CIA department devoted to the report on the progress of the investigation of the nuclear explosion of the Yellowstone volcano took place for the third time. There were 20 leadership people and 10 employees of the department sitting at the school desks. 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[1] 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 I could not wish. It was agreed to employ 300 cadets and officers to apprehend Jon 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 his transportation is to be delivered today to the place of detention. You know, this prison is in the homeland of his imperial ancestors Romanovs. The commander for the management of the truck was a distant relative of Jonathan. From the family of Poland immigrants from 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 Poles who live with us, 6 million, Germans 6 million, Swedes 1 million, Danes half a million. This is plus to 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 for help and continued to unravel with every idea of his own genius,

“This is another plus of 2,396,000 people living in the US. News: the president sanctioned the internment of Russians! You know, that has already begun. The Indians rebelled against the location of the camps on their territory of 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 indicators. 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, “According to them in Russia 90% are Slavs.”

“Perfect, we counted that. 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 direction of the conversation to another topic, asked briefly.

“Why then the Jews?”

“You are 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 stableman 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[2].”

 Throwing a strict look on his subordinates, he said, close if he cried out,

“Enough, the work itself is not done. Let’s 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 rail yard at a dead end, where friends had 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 Jon, “What are you looking for?” A man in a raincoat over a shirt with a tie turned to Vasilyev. He looked official. Jon and three boys of his age approached the men. Jon, standing next to the clerk, put his hand on his shoulder.

“It seems like Major Vasilyev came to help us to steal a container of powdered milk.” Jon with pleasure shook the investigator's hand extended to him and nodded at the man with 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 the Cat. In exchange, he received the keys.

“Now it will not go long,” said the major to came up Alex and Nik.

“Smiles, from ear to ear.” Alex noticed, looking at the car. Nik took a closer look and said,

“There's no teeth, some gums, an old man or something.” Jon picked up the conversation,

“An old man. Dibbs, I’m going first.”

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

“It’s not big deal, you pay me 1000 rubles for information not from your pocket. You know that you need to share.”

Nik 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 contraband powdered milk from America. And here you are.”

“Can you answer by chance where did you get the tanks?”

“Enough of chance.”

Alex decided to end the bickering “You will continue to get goodness on us. You're a good man, do not be greedy.”

“I did not mean to, that’s why I called Jon. I wanted to sit at the steering wheel myself,” said Vasilyev frankly.

“Get in.” Said Alex. They all agreed and began to open the doors. After they all got inside, Jon took over the control of the car. He turned all the seats to the center. Jon, after driving a couple of meters, turned onto the rails, where there was still the cross-dimensional travel platform. He was the only one who knew how to turn on and use the platform. The investigator passed out. In an instant, the car jumped out onto the grass of the park. Nearly not touching the bench, the BMW drove on the lawn to exit the park.

“Believe me, I know more than you about what this ride is capable of. Do you feel how soft it is riding on a leveled surface?” Jon tried to convince the passengers of the correctness of his actions.

“You can talk,” the mischievous man said, noticing the awkwardness of the men whose faces were close to each other. The phantom darted forward. He cut a wide piece of a fence by turning it 90 degrees, carefully put it down, for the car to drive on. Having moved down the new ramp, they were on the square in front of a familiar concrete box with an inscription on the upper edge “Cinema.” Jon's phantom knocked with the lighted knuckles of clenched fingers on the brain of Vasilyev, who was in a coma, and woke him up. Jon continued micromanagement,

“A non-artificial mind recommends pushing the button “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. Jon took a thick book from the glovebox “user's manual” and handed it to Vasilyev.

“Tomorrow you will pass the exam and get a car,” Jon announced.

“What are you going to do?”

“I will do what I want,” Answered Jon. 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 counted 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.”

Jon 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 leave to friends, and what pass to the authorities.”

Wishing to park next to the BMW, the Audi Q7 car, attracting everyone's attention, signaled several times to the interfering passage of a gas power station on an automobile trailer. A detached car truck with the mobile power station loaded in it did not react to Patieruke’s requests. 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, saying, “go around.” A minute later, after driving around the obstacle, at last, a Nik’s brown car was parked nearby. Patieruke’s plate stuck out inconspicuously on the driver’s seat. Nik sympathetically addressed to the colleague by shoulder-straps,

“My friends will help out. Go sit down in the Audi. Say, “Friend, let's go back to the sorting station.”

Nik 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 is the communications guy. You will not live for a long time if he will treat you. 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, Nik went to a group of people listening to Ira.

“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 get on the list. Everyone claimed that they have special circumstances to visit the space.

“There will be difficulties with the pills. Without them, I don’t know how to send people to the travel platform,” Said in a low voice, Nik turning to Ira. Standing next to them 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 will turn out, there is a chance to get stuck there forever! Send me first. I was in the war, as I know what hard times are! 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!”

Nik slowed down with his hand 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. I will sacrifice myself without hesitation, life is still short. I want to have time to do something real.”

The crowd grew rapidly.

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

They planned to meet with the volunteers who were needed to organize the rally. Recently by the court, the activities of the railway union were banned. They demanded to amend the constitution. Formally, they were accused of anti-state activities. The collapse and prohibition of trade unions is the first step of the dictatorship of the oligarchy. After that, fascist hysteria is just a step away. The comrades could not allow this. Alex was playing 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 performed the role of volunteers. Rus came out from the cross-dimensional travel platform and put a package with flyers on the bench. Jon pulled out a pack and began to read. Alex and Nik were on the sidelines. People approached with whom Jon discussed the rally and handed out flyers. Then they came up to talk to Alex and got acquainted with Nik. 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 by the expectation of 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 all the evil. We, like the flame burn everything. Useless victims, unsuccessful attempts, hopeless searches will be necessary. There will never be one - beastly life of slaves. We are guilty to the power of the capitalists that we were born to be free in our land. Everything around us belongs to everyone or no one.”

Law enforcement services conduct outdoor video surveillance. Thus, an hour later a local patrol came up. A police corporal and a sergeant were headed by the psychopath Major. They first came to two boys with papers. After reading one of the flyers, the psycho became furious. He had been in this state for several months. The Major pulled out his gun 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 ...”

Jon's biofield instantly covered both young men. The bullet in the chamber detonated, touching the biofilm shell. The gun 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 psycho. 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 excess. Ability to slow down nervous activity with consciousness 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 to obey the laws!” The sergeant snatched a gun 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 Nik, 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 Nik, but operating in an automatic mode. The notorious antenna, so disappointed friends, worked in resonance with the nervous system of the people around them. 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 who shot, after that scattered into pieces. Nik got an identical device from his bosom. With clear movements, he moved the switch on it and fastened it to the strap sticking out of his pocket. Nik curtly summed up, “This is military special forces, baby! All the hope for a cyborg bodyguard.”

Alex went closer to the shot man, addressing the audience, “Some people do everything to be hanged. They try so hard that they are eventually shot.” The big man peered into his face and said to the dead man, “I remember you. Your mother was killed by your colleagues, and you are finger at us with your pestle? This is your choice! Shoot the hungry for justice for every member of a unite society. To carry out orders of common scoundrels. Someone will tell, “He became a victim of circumstances.” This is 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 annoyingly touched the truth-teller. The scientist knew about the feeling of military brotherhood, which sometimes arises from the flunky, who mistakenly considers himself to be equal to the masterful owner. At a certain moment, everyone will be recorded in history in the place in fact in which it turns out. Businessmen have the biggest problems with self-esteem. It's a pity to look at a “businessman” selling Snikers from a box next to a supermarket. As if he the last to understand that the big capitalism won 100 years ago. There are many options and you will not get into each one. You don’t need to. You do not see slaves standing in the line of slaves. You don’t need to. Just do not go into the ranks of innocent victims.

Alex sometimes glanced at the police corporal and finally asked him “Are you going to keep your oath of allegiance to the people?”

“Yes.”

“Did you see those who killed the major and sergeant?”

“No.”

“Especially for you, I say. Purpose of the fight - freedom. Each has his own, as it turned out. I admit now the right one, who is stronger. You only live once. The winner gets it all, like a jackpot. Unite with those who belong to your generation, it 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 everything by heredity. Maybe you're the heir? No! Why then do you sweat over this? The essence of the fight is to achieve freedom and justice. You see? Justice is also needed. If there is justice for society, then when you are a part of it. Justice is one for all. We are all members of a unite society. Do you understand? It must be true for you and for me. 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 investigation and watching the video: Alex is 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 “a hand washes a 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 collective responsibility on the example of military hazing.

Coming home, Alex began to gather for a rally. He changed into home shorts. By habit, worked out since childhood, he began to fall forward with 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 lower supports, he began to soften the fall by pushing. In the prone position, he jumped abruptly with his hands and made a clap with his hands. Returning his hands to the floor he easily pushed up on one left, then on one right. Chose a suit and heard a doorbell. Before the room exit on the wall hung a patch of hard leather. Alex hit at it with each hand. This was also a tradition from a childhood. Gathering a file from newspapers thick as a pillow, he hung it on a concrete wall. Day after day he beat it with his fists and tore off one sheet of paper. The fists broke with 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. He 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 empty hands.

“Do not move!” shouted in his ear standing next to him a fighter of private security.

“Move” responded captain of Rosgvardia wading toward him and pushing everywhere standing armed people. Turning Alex to the wall, the fighter “helped” him to lean his hands on the wall.

“Do you have an ID?”

“In the suit.”

“Sit still on the floor.”

The investigator came with a box of herbal tea, “Here are the drugs.”

After an hour of search Alex was rushed to the police station. The chief also went in and asked.

“Which is the cause of the crime.”

“Yours of impunity. As usual, all crimes are from impunity.”

“Do you regret killing policemens?”

“Certainly, about those, 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 will end with a suicide.”

“Who?”

“Orphanage children. 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 Nik, a request for help was made. Alex asked Rus to pump the situation on the forecast. Through the wall came 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 date.”

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 the plantation of cedars and firs.

“I saw a large goshawk in the sky. Your forest school is a marvel. Yura, is the place of capture far from here?”

“Five minutes. Everything is fine, except that the red patriots are bothering.”

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

“You should be a winner not to answer in front of the people to patriots’ questions 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 with the land and people to the enemy?

You see, Yura: The goal shows the essence of the action. If the goal is to get money, so we are with you patriots at the same time, it is more convenient for us to do this together. And if a head will be decapitated, then send the meat. For example, my predecessor successfully traveled to the colony for money. This is also a goal to be rich; 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, for you and me. To become heroes posthumously is 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 Russia as a union of independent owners,” the joker could not stop laughing, “I, you, your president, we obtained a financial education. The state needs strong business executives to steer ... The state ... needs ... strong business executives ...” The funny fellow laughed out loud to tears over every word.

Star of the hero (ending)

Today Nikolay is going to propose to Ira.

“I got married when I decided that I had found the best woman to start a family and raise children. That’s simple, if you want to get married then do it,” this advice of a colleague, Nik considered for a week. He Imagined what wonderful kids they will have with Ira. He saw his future wife loving and caring. It is clear that the girl asked him about possible future relocations. 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. Ask me,” The girl responded hotly, hinting about 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, one and only. 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 women’s destiny makes them choose responsible decisions. Conversely, following one's destiny causes men to die thoughtlessly for the sake of dodgers, who manipulate high ideals.

“It's better to promise an eternal blooming life than whining. Let's try, maybe it will work out. Jelly will work out!” Nik clenched his fist, not tolerating objections from himself. Left behind the wheel, driving the car was Commo. That's how he began to call a drone with five hands, given to him by Jon “for communication”. Grabbing the armchair with three hands, 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 get in the parking space. Nik rested on the clicked seat 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 parking 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 come again.

Before entering the house, Alex went to the three jeeps standing next to each other and addressed to the head of the seizure group, who came to arrest him. The district chief and the investigator got out of the car BMW at the end of the house and approached Alex, who called them with a hand gesture.

“We should not interfere with the tenants of the house in their routine affairs. I know how to do better, wait for my command. I myself will go in and out. Do not tell anyone,”, the need to change a suit for the engagement ceremony of Nik and Ira, and the desire to save an apartment for his mother, forced Alex to apply his new ability. 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 should catch. Not only did they not expect opposition from him, but they also tried to fulfill his will.

“Bring the ladder?” Asked the captain of the National Guard of Russia.

“Apply the device “Key”? Better, over-than under-, right?” 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 of the speakers splashed through the excited aspiration.

At home, the muscular man took a suit and heard the doorbell. He 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.

“It’s have just begun in our district. We are ready for interaction.”

Let's get married

The team of cyborgs did not go far, after the turn they stopped at the park with the cross-dimensional travel platform. The mutilated Commo Patieruke, who was rotating his radar-tracking watch in detail, reported, “300 soldiers armed with guns and pistols ambushed around Jon'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 average, 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 be nagging out that it was time to begin the engagement ceremony, as all witnesses of civil marriage are on the spot. Impatiently Boris whispered, “Begin already! Your whole life is ahead of you.”

Nik 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. If you 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 husband, about 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 cobot 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! Will you marry me! 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 blossomed with a happy smile and pulling lips said,

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

Nik got up, hugged, 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 proposal.

Ira in a green “shaded spruce” colored sleeveless dress length midi looked exemplary betrothed in the appropriate time. The sun's rays played on her face making the smile stunning and, on her dress, revealing its 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 one wide strip of fabric wrapped itself over the other. This two-sided fold formed a small V-shaped notch. The ladybug 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 of the hanging insect slowly shifted. 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. Nik's eyes were looking still at what was happening. On the hero of the galaxy, the rending clothing stirred, and parts of the protective suit slowly moved to cover him. Jon'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-humans. Neither the aliens nor the photon essence of Jon, the temporary anomaly did not slow down. Simultaneously from the same line, the other five went in the opposite direction. His nose was against the front of the alien helmet, Jon 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 colors, crossing with another, tied a sliding knot. Standing with 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 with friends, it was preserved. Borya and Ira for the time of moving, lost consciousness.

Jon telepathically send a message to his friends,

“Lietuns arrest us, warned us not to do anything. Today, I used to pretend to be the one of them on the street, to scare people.”

The aliens, dragging their ammunition, passed around in a circle occupying equidistant places from each other. The encircling 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 attacking them special services and the military, everything happened in an instant. All present at the engagement ceremony disappeared. This happened at a time when the travel platform under the participants of the ceremony turned on. On the perimeter of this platform was turned on 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 jerk pulled in everything 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, heavier, managed to break 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,” Ruslan shared the impression with his invisible interlocutor, “The mass of matter with a continuous flow for 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.

“That’s how time looks like at the blink of an eye,” 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 Jon, “I really think people in uniform have determined on whose side they are. I also did not choose to break my connection with myself or not. They are lucky today.”

“Let the luck be all the time, I don’t mind. Maybe one of them will take time and think. It is easier for them to do that, than for us to take Tosia from mental hospital and to teach her independence,” Rus has already switched to the current tasks.

“You're right. Our problems 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 layered explanations in the narrative to different levels of age, technical knowledges, 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. They scream Russianness is vanishing. Dissect everything Russian. All this on paper, of course, we will wait for practice too. I live in a country where people do it in advance so that they don’t worry, and I like it, so do 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 urinate on the corners of the metro station building. I can understand he is the master of life, he can pee where he wants, he can poop where he wants. 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 is difficult to believe in, 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.