H_O_M_O_ R_A_T_I_O_N_A_L_I_S_(SCIENCE FICTION)Chris MYRSKI, Sofia, Bulgaria ?1979 ... 2023— — — — —
— — — — — CONTENTS Foreword The recruit It sounds logical The discovery of professor Kolossov The stimulator of Peter MacGreeves The clover The marriage proposal Right of choice Homo Rationalis The tunnel The cannibals Biological partner The order The sixth day Homo Retarded Nights and days of a young robo-mother What else if not afterlife? Afterword — — — — — P A R T S I X — excerpts!THE TUNNEL Andrey Stepanovich Novikov sneaked energetically through the noisy crowd on the boulevard "New Dawn" in one late morning of a fresh May day. He was large man in well "ripened" age, how he liked to express himself sometimes, with recently planted on his broad crown hairs, quite black, yet with slight nuance of overburned coffee, which surged in front like by some ancient satyr, and descended back on waves almost to his shoulders. His eyes were dark and penetrating, and his frightening appearance was completed with half a span bristly mustaches drooping down like by a walrus, which were quite grizzled and in harmony with his gray suit. The manner of his walking was slightly tottering because of his kilograms, which he carried with dignity, for they were speaking about well functioning heart muscle, still natural. His body was up to 92 percents his own, and he demonstrated this with the pleasure, with which a young girl shows the charms of her breasts. He was just going to enter in the supermarket "Venus Shell", when somebody unceremoniously pulled him by the sleeve of the jacket and yelled: — Hello, boy! If I am not deceived by my traitorous memory then as if I have looked at your muzzle about ten years every working day en face. Android Stepanych, in person. And where to are you hurrying in a women's shop, if I may ask you? Maybe to buy a new bra for your bride, ah? — Well, hello, when you have said so — spoke Andrey more cheerful, because recognized his old colleague Peter from the "Stratostroy" Institute. — Glad to see you, Mr. Vsuevodkovich*. How are you living and prospering? [ * Here is a jocular playing around the word "vodka", which sounds similar to the family of the man; like also a bit earlier was used the word "android" being similar to Andrey, what is your Andrew. There are many similar moments further. ] — You have been a jokester and have remained it, my dear. I also am glad to see you alive and kicking. But just don't believe that in your age you have some very urgent business, ah? So that why not to sit down somewhere? — Well, to have very urgent business, I haven't, yet it must be finished today, because tomorrow am invited to a wedding, and can not appear empty-handed there, right? — When you are invited then it isn't your own, is it? Am I judging correctly? — Quite correctly, Vredomvodkovich, quite correctly. Of one of my great-great-granddaughters, so that I have to buy her some wedding present. — I think that already 1248 times have said to you that I am Vsevolodovich, or maybe it was 1249? I always make error with one unit. Especially with my matron. Every morning I think that during the night have done nothing and begin to labour in the bed, and then it turns out that I have fulfilled my norm already in the night. Ha-ha. — You want to say every month, I suppose. Excusable error, boy. For your hundred and how many there were years? — Thirty three years and some months. The hundred are not pronounced, as you know. And you have to be thirty or twenty nine years old, if I am not wrong. — Twenty eight with something. However, you are buying! — And Andrey looked around in search of a small tavern. — Where you want that we enter? ... Jan 1999 — — — — — THE CANNIBALS (Recording of the interview with Arkhan Cannibalus-III, head of Cannibal Church, on occasion of the 100th anniversary since its foundation, taken by Sigmund Peets for media corporation "See us US") Good Morning, Your Eminence. Allow me to begin our interview on occasion of 100th anniversary of Your Church with a video recording, which I would like that you comment. — Mr. Peets, you can quietly skip the titles and call me simply Cannibalus, eventually the 3rd. Or also Master Cannibalus, because master or mister, or German Magister, as you probably know, is related with ancient Greek mysteries, or with the mystery of ruling, and in this case is sufficiently honourable title. Our Church arises pretty late in human history, so that it can allow itself not to pretend for divine intervention in human affairs, and our titles are just a tribute to the occupied position. Even it can be said that we don't sanctify but "canniballot" our higher officers by one quite democratic procedure. We, naturally, have our symbols and rituals, but they are not based on ungrounded belief, or, rather, not only on belief, but on reasonable conviction in the necessity of our movement, and on the spiritual elevation, which our followers reach with our help. As an atheistic Church we do not deny to our adherents the right to confess also other more concrete (i.e. more naive) religious beliefs, because people are spiritually weak and need some assistance and exhilaration in hard living situations, as well also some nice show in moments of happy ceremonies. Yet I digressed from the matter, so that let us see you reportage. — Good, Cannibalus-III, though you remind me about one beginning question, which I was necessary to put to you. How is it that you are in the same time Church and atheistic institution — because you have just now said this? — Hmm, it is clear that you are not from our followers, when ask such elementary question. But in this case I have to begin from afar with my explanations. The religion, and let us remain in the English, comes from the verb to rely (on), what says that one trusts (somebody) or depends (on something), what, mark this, does not at all presuppose the existence of some God, or "life" after death, or rebirth of the idea of the person (his or her soul). One more linguistic reference about the Latin pater or priest, or about the ritual chalice or patera, which in old Greek was πατερασ, leads us to the distant Sanskrit, where this word meant support or beam, and it even turns our that in some Balkan languages existed the word pateritsa, which means exactly some support, a crutch. Well, we give one newer and consonant with 22nd century support, or the so called opium, which the people and nations need. We have, like every other religion, morality, which is the major justification for the existence of others, classical religions. Yet, you have to agree with this, in our time to describe how looks one nonmaterial Idea about the Universe, which is accepted to call God, is quite naive thing, right? — Yeah, you speak very well, Master Cannibalus. Bu-ut, I somehow doubt in this religion with morality of cannibals! Is not this, how it was in Latin, a contradictio in adjecto? — Well, the contradictio depends on the given adjecto, or definition, does it not? The notion of morality is quite elastic and relative, and if we set some (justified with nothing) restrictions even before we have defined if, then we will have contradiction, yet not in the definition but in these aprioristic limitations. We accept one fairly comprising definition of morality as set of some norms of coexistence, such that to enable one good uniting of the people, both in the space and in the time! The human being is gregarious animal, and when so then good is this what is good for the community, what unites and preserves it, when he (or she, naturally) leaves this world... — And you think that good is to eat him or her, right? In order to unite the society, if I have got you correctly. — Well, your irony does not surprise me, of course. But do not the Christians now more than 20 centuries eat their God via the sacred Communion, and drink his blood like vampires! So that the difference between them and us is that they pretend to eat one invented Being, while we eat our real relatives. But this is simply showing of elementary honour to them, a wish to absorb in oneself something from the already gone away body, in order to preserve in oneself at least a grain of dust from the spirit of the deceased! We do kill neither our relatives and acquaintances, nor our enemies, how, by the way, each, without exceptions, classical religion has done, and still does from time to time. Yet the human being is a guest in this world and sooner or later he exits from it. And then what to do with his body, ah? ... Feb 2001 — — — — — |
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