Thanks, Fros. I croaked.“No problem, commander. If you need another blow to the head, just whistle. Fros nodded.- In general, how are you?“We scattered the people of the Conquista who were here. Antey said. “Here, several detachments roamed the streets, but you yourself remember what kind of shooters they are. Since then, they hid and remained silent. Got in, probably.“Or…” I began slowly. “They retreated to some one point, where they have the main forces, to fall on us in a huge crowd and crush us with numbers.I got into the broadcast of the battle, turned on the tactical analyzer. This is where the psi-protection began to sink in, here I looked up at Agnis in tight clothes. And here… Stop.I stopped playback and rewinded a few seconds. Here the psi-background grows, here the fighters begin to resist, here the priests stepped up the onslaught, but Manyunya quickly calmed them down. But here ... Yes, exactly. Agnis' silhouette became translucent, and through it peeped an eerie wo

- Nothing, we'll get it. The main thing is now the detachment to get together. Antaeus, hold the ladder at gunpoint, but switch weapons. Froze, drive the others and join yourself!The second floor is a beach from the world of Thoth. The third is a pantheon-temple with porticos, overlooking a huge rocky cliff with a bottom lost in the fog.— A temple within a temple. Antaeus chuckled. - Recursion in all its glory."Don't get distracted, fighters!" If the entrance has already been cleared, then the entire conquistador army is already rushing through our soul! Fey, do you have explosives?- There is a little, commander!- Very well.And so, we rush along the seemingly endless stairs, from time to time scattering along the steps in a chain that helps to find further passages higher and further. Of course, if we weren’t such idiots, we would just take tele-cats, fix ourselves somewhere high, high above and climb on a winch .... And along the way, they collected the entire lead stock of the

Ten.The command worked without me, without any instructions. So, will she be able to handle it on her own? Won't die, won't get into trouble?I again sent Xolotl to the floor, sacrificing another limb and, leaning on the "hole punch" like a crutch, froze in anticipation of the rise of the goddess.Eight.And the unhurried, quiet hum turned out to be Manyuni's voice, her victory song.— Nooooo! - It resounded around us, scattering, throwing on the floor.Yes, only too late - all the space along the path of the shot has shifted, including both the slab and the stone in it.The figure of the goddess puffed up, swelled up and in one leap occupied all the available space, as then, during the awakening of her husband.We'll meet again, soldier. Xolotl promised.And she disappeared.Four.And for the first time in all this time, light peered into the black hall through the walls that had become transparent. And no, the light is not the rising sun, a symbol of victories and hopes.Far, far t

Glass blinkers on the eyes, a glass needle in the heart. Removing melancholy from black and white keys, I sometimes think that I, like all of us now, are just another citizen of glass. Producer of nothing from the novel of an old Frenchman who once sent the most useless representatives of the human race to a desert island. Well, what can they do there, in the wild, all these psychologists, designers, officials?The older humanity becomes, the wiser, the more it appreciates the life of a single individual ... Which is paradoxical, of course - there are more and more of us, in theory, the life of one should depreciate. But come on... ...The likes of me are unthinkable in Victorian England, in industrial tsarist Russia, or in medieval Spain. Only here, in this era, can we exist. Do nothing, produce air - and be considered incredibly valuable personnel.So once again I clench my cigarette between my teeth, jumping out into the drizzle, getting ready for an extremely hard day at work. Chec

In general, Comrade Mashko is another shot. I didn’t believe for a day that he was just a modest head of another newfangled division. Game - evidence of the era. Yet the powers that be have finally recognized computer universes as one of the art forms. It's high time - in some of these projects, the picture, design and music are significantly superior in level to similar ones from completely different genres ... Cinema, for example.And Eduard Semyonovich was in charge of all this. First, in splendid isolation, a little later, having acquired a whole staff of impeccably hardworking homo robotics, and in the end - and immediately a deputy in my person.“Of all these morons, I can only trust you, Rob. - He used to say in response to my questions - they say, in honor of what such an honor. “You are the only one in the department besides me who has shown your willingness to circumvent or outright violate the prohibitions when it comes to something important. And I need people like that.D