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Corporation 46
Today she was a strict mistress. Not according to plan, just according to the mood, so that the jetems do not relax. Sitting like this with a straight back on a sofa, half-turning, how are you there, do you watch, not looking up, do you crave her attention?They follow and crave what is there.She even like that, out of the corner of her eye, felt the growing tension on the other side of the virtreal. It was her talent, her little secret. Who cares how many slobbering mouths are now open at her thousands of kilometers away, all the other divas, for greater involvement, brought half a dozen omm to their studio to breathe in the back and portray subservience, enough for the mood. But all this palliative entourage was out of place for her - she always performed alone. And still I felt every drop of sweat and every bitten nail of the Jetems.Perhaps, another diva wouldn’t even need such a talent, what’s the point of why they need this knowledge, what exactly those who pay their bills see
Corporation 47
In attempts to explain to the stupid piece of iron, ten minutes passed. So, look, officer, she will now slowly (very slowly!) lower her left hand and take out an ID card from the pocket of her tights. No, the godless augmentation and other central pumps are not the imam. That's right, sectarian. Licensed. Everything is there, on the chip. Just don't shoot.And after all, he knows her as flaky, but all the same scoffs.And most importantly, the last anti-vaxxer south of Luavul was seen maybe a hundred years ago, even before the last pandemic of the green fungus, I also found something to hesitate.When the quacking and hooting flasher nevertheless drove off to the next threshold, to pester others, the good mood had already gone.She gave a short wave to the old fart with the binoculars in the opposite window - let him finally admire her nipples swaying under the transparent fabric of the raincoat - and slapped down the ruet, habitually springing and bouncing on the barely coping with p
Corporation 48
From the very morning the roosters roared, take it and get up. And behind them, of course, the ever-hungry master's dogs began to lie, also, I suppose, begging for food.Of course, the sun rises early over the mountains in Girkarvado, the local fishermen even earlier, so all the living creatures in the villages along the entire coast to the south of Maharashtra all year round, with a break for munsun, are used to getting up early at dawn, preventing longsteers from lying down - at least don't sleep at all.It’s really convenient - at night it drags coolness from the ocean, music comes from Russian beach, sit yourself in the virreal, while during the day it’s hot in the morning, there’s nothing to do on the street, and it’s quiet all around, only cows roam and buckets of nuts rumble around them.Frantisek usually lay down to sleep during the day, when you return in the morning from the beach, holding under your arm a pair of tails of mackerel freshly caught on a spinning rod for your m
Corporation 49
For greater understanding, he grabbed Mashka by the wrist and shook it properly.- Do you know anything about it?But she just shook her head in response.- No more than you. Silent in the net. No tremors reported, nothing."So that's why the dogs got mad?" Ah, never mind. We need to move away from the shore. If it's a wave, then... - Frantisek quickly climbed into the neti - near the shore it will move at a speed of up to a hundred. And she'll be here in ten minutes at the most. Hey! he waved his hands frantically, “get off the shore!” The wave is coming!The fishermen smiled and waved back, not understanding his cries.- And now what i can do?Frantisek angrily turned to Masha, you made this mess, you go ahead and command. But that one looked rather bewildered, as if she herself did not believe in her own perspicacity.- In theory, tsunamis - if this is it - are rarely higher than 10 meters. If anything, it is enough for us to climb to the top of the road to Mandrem and that's it, w
Corporation 50
From the very morning there was such stuffiness that you could not even leave the barracks. As soon as the relatively dry March ended, it began to pour here almost without interruption. If the clouds parted even a little, it became even worse - it was completely impossible for a person who was familiar only with the air-conditioned coolness of urban agglomerations to adapt to the forty-degree heat with one hundred percent humidity.However, in the end everyone got used to it. And mosquito squadrons trying to devour you at the slightest attempt to get out into the open. These bit directly, through half a centimeter of hebe, eating almost to the bone. And to the legendary African "shots" - a dray cocktail of vaccines against all sorts of rubbish that was found in local swamps - which it is not clear what they did more effectively, treated or crippled. In general, the local temperature and humidity were not the most formidable weapons against the stray gentleman who happened to be here b
Corporation 51
You stupid piece of iron, here he is watching with his own eyes how that same board continues to move further and further away from the designated corridor to the west, continuing to ignore Bogdan's warnings.The last effort to bring the incident to a peaceful end was to still try to contact the living personnel of Juba's control zeppelin. However, everything was useless, even if they answered in the end in a broken, but at least slightly conventional “Afro”, but they did not confirm the information, according to their information, there were no deviations from the course either.Rusu cut off the connection with a sigh. Well, he didn’t go crazy and he didn’t wonder. Having reconfigured the high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft to track the target, which was just crossing the territory of the Garamba National Park at a marching echelon of thirty kilometers, Bogdan immediately became convinced that here it was, the board, was heading straight for Yirol.In the control room of the flight
Corporation 52
Comunidades Rocinha woke up in the morning like a patient coming out of a coma - not so much waking up as returning to life, slowly receding from the black edge of the night, behind which is only the impenetrable darkness of eternal silence.Even the cold glare of the wandering electric light penetrating the human anthill in the night did not brighten up the deathly lifelessness into which the communidades plunged after sunset. In fact, this swarm of fireflies, scurrying between luridly built on top of each other, half-abandoned self-made human colonies, remained the only tribute to the life that once boiled around, which remained noticeable to an outside observer. Otherwise, only the bluish Cherenkov glow of the sky on a rainy night could diversify the dreary silence of the extinct favela.No, people still lived here, the bowl-shaped valley at the foot of Ponta das Andorinhas still enjoyed its once infamous, attracting biohackers, crypto-farmers and other rabble from all over Rio, wh
Corporation 53
Eleanor frowned. She liked what was happening less and less. You have to be blind not to see a heavy power holster with a retract-return mechanism under the arm of a deconesido. If desired, the barrel could be in the hands of a stranger in a split second. Madre mia, what diabos is going on here at all?“Hey, kid, stop siphoning, you’re not at your checkout.Eleanor sighed, Pita would no longer mind his own business, I also found a defender, his snot can be beaten. However, Desconesido did not pay the slightest attention to all the invectives.“So, señora, can I count on a little help from you?”“Depending on what we are talking about, our capabilities are very limited.- Business conversation, respect. You have on board,” the deconesido nodded in the direction of the Abrigo, “you have a third-class universal bioreactor that is quite capable of covering our current needs.- And what kind of drug do you need? Perhaps we have it in stock in the refrigerator, synthesis is not a quick busi