We ran through the dispensing window to the dishwasher, and from there to the kitchen boilers. Behind them, bursts of machine guns clapped, boilers rumbled around, crockery screeched. The sniper, shot through his back, fell in the washing room, broken plates fell on him, a pipe was broken above him and water was gushing. We broke into the hot shop. The machine gunner lay down in the water drain that ran along the huge digesters, and drummed bursts in the direction of the sink, forcing everyone there to lie on the floor. “You bitch, Joy,” I said angrily to my comrade, who did not warn about some of his game that ruined us. The cop looked carefully, hiding behind the refrigerator, out the window, if there were any options. It flew in from the window. Someone, not worrying, threw a grenade launcher into our window, making a “hot shop”. A cumulative grenade is a strong flash, terrible heat, and everything is drowning in darkness. I was thrown to the side hit his head on something. Out of the corner of my eye I saw how Joy was thrown against the wall and dropped behind the cauldron, leaving a bloody trail on the wall. For a couple of seconds, lying face down on the tile on the floor, feeling unbearable pain, from which it seemed my eyes would pop out, I heard the cop screaming terribly, and the machine gun from under the boilers continued to rumble.
A wild dull pain in the side - the bones are broken. Disgustingly, I felt a hot slurry on my stomach and in my pants, guts or shit came out. I screamed in pain and died.
The paratrooper escaped into the corridor behind the sink, ran to the toilets, and knocked out a painted window there, jumped into the bushes. The cop was still alive, officers approached him. He was shaking, holding his bloody belly with his hands, and howling. The officer took the gun from him. The paratrooper could still leave, but Joy was against it, and all of us. If he leaves us here, he will not receive money for killing the boss from Joy. What we told him in the chat. He reached a quiet place, where, pulling the pin, he blew himself up with a grenade. It was more difficult with the cop, who needed not to be captured. With the efforts of our fellow burglar, he rolled his eyes and gasped at the pressure surge. The officer touched his neck behind the collar with his finger and said to his friends, "Die."
We all sat together in Joy's room around a long table. My side still hurt, my head was spinning, I touched the bandages on my stomach, they were wet. The machine gunner complained that he couldn't see anything. Each such death is costly, we are not immortal after all... The game is lost, because of our corpses that fell into the hands of the boss's guards, it is easier for the customer to recognize the boss himself alive and agree with the owners of the game to play everything back. Now the boss is alive, and everything that happened today in the general's dining hall did not happen.
"You don't want to explain anything? - I asked a friend, - we all managed according to plan, what were you looking for there? We all looked at Joy, and he, pale, with bruises all over his face, clapped his fingers on the phone. When he finished, he looked at us guiltily:
- I screwed up, no problem. Now I have transferred the entire advance payment to your accounts, each of you has dropped a hundred gold. This is more than you expected in one go. On the question of what was in the sleeve - I will not answer. Now we are waiting for a week - if the customer pays, and the crackers can insert us somewhere in a normal position, we will try again. It is unlikely, of course - the guards will now be waiting for us everywhere ... But wait a week, do not scatter. Now we are dispersing, we are not looking for each other, if that I will find you all myself. Go, I suck...
Joy collapsed on the sofa, holding his side. We got up from the table to the exit. Joy called me at the door, saying that I forgot my gloves. The gloves were not mine, but my friend firmly pulled them into my hands, and I took them.
They parted in different directions. I was alone in the elevator and put my hands in gloves. In one of them was a Simka. On my floor, I went to the bar and bought a new, very simple phone. Inserted a sim. When I entered the room and lay down on the bed, I received a text message. "Deck 2, Parking 22, transport RD-862, ask Dorsen in an hour."
Somehow, while studying at Homland, I came under the development of counterintelligence. Four and a half hours I was beaten by four men, chained to a chair, I was then on the verge of death, I was 20 years old. For the rest of my life I remember that aching melancholy, defenselessness and fear. I always had this feeling when I had to get into "high-level" bindings. And now it was clearly something like that. Chills on the back, tension in the back of the head, when the neck itself retracts, and you are waiting for the next counterintelligence strike from behind the back - strong under the base of the skull, when it gets dark in the eyes and it seems that the bone will crack, and the soul will fly up through this crack.
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Joy obviously messed up something "beyond what is permitted." What was up the sleeve of the boss? I calmly walked to the elevator, went down to the 4th deck and walked along the conveyor belt to my parking lot. Passed the lock and boarded his ship. I left all my gadgets on the table except for a new phone, changed into a robe like those worn by housekeepers and engineering staff. He opened the refrigerator and took a jar of liquid hair from the drawer. He stuck a beard, mustache, patly on his head, changed the outlines of wrinkles with a gel, put soft plates on his teeth, rounding his cheeks in this way, inserted lenses, changing the color of his eyes to gray.
He left the ship without passing through the airlock, confidently found a hatch from the cable container in the ceiling, pulled himself up, climbed into it and crawled along a narrow chute towards the ventilation passage above the deck. There he jumped into the corridor already far from his parking lot and went to the inter-deck elevator. A dirty iron container, along with a dozen other workers in overalls similar to mine, lowered me to the 2nd deck. From the hustle and bustle, I immediately found a transporter. Huge crap was going through a full charge, resupply and inspection. There were a lot of people around here. And inside the transport workers there is a lot of space that is not really controlled by the station's security - therefore, in addition to the workers, homeless people stick out on such ships, people hiding from the guards sell drugs. Understandably, in general. One transport takes off, another arrives. But there is always such a place at the station.
I confidently walked past the main gangway, went out to the ladder, which went into a small hatch under the belly of the transporter. Dorsen? I asked the man standing near the stairs. So what? Dorsen asked me, apparently after all. - I have a meeting right here.
Dorsen pointed at the hatch and said "straight and to the right." I climbed inside and walked along the narrow passage between the thick cables. At the end of the passage, on the right, was the server room - it was dry, warm, barely light, and the electricity was rhythmically noisy.
Joy nodded to me and told me to throw myself on the couch, he himself sat on an iron stool at the table. He uncorked a bottle of whiskey, took a sip from his throat and handed it to me:
- This is the story, Br. I got into it completely. Dump quickly and far away, do not remember anywhere what happened here. In the game, they don't identify you, it's not real. Guys don't know you. If you don't make a mistake yourself, no one will take a bite. But just in case, for the next three months, be careful and do not trust any random meetings or events.
- It doesn’t work, Joy, - I lay down on the couch, already warmed by the whiskey, - tell me what was up your sleeve, what it threatens you with, how I can help you. Do not writhe - we are from Homland, we are Jedi, we are closer than relatives. Don't be afraid, I'm not a hero, if you're really in the ass, and there's nothing you can do, I'll fuck off and won't stop you from dying. But silently blame you have no right. It's a shame even - do not respect or what?
I hoped with all my might that Joy would laugh it off and send me. I understood, or rather felt, that he was on the edge of the abyss, and what a lie - I wanted at that moment that he stepped there alone and preferably silently. I just have to act like a Jedi, which is why I offered to help...
- There are codes for the Play Galaxy shell program, - said Joy.
Everything inside me fell, I realized that I was already standing next to him at the edge of the abyss. Play Galaxy is a software shell not only for most games, it is a shell in which almost all the programs that surround us are created. All maps of the MAP Galaxy, most of the media and social networks in MEDIA Galaxy, and much more. Browsers are also tied to it, and also banks, exchanges ... you can’t list. But I knew Joy - he doesn’t need banks and stock exchanges ...
- The boss has a flash drive in his sleeve, it contains codes, passwords, logins, a closed part. The programmers saw that I knew about it and saw that I tried to take it. The programmers believe that the Jedi have no right to get into this. This is a verdict,” he explained the situation to me.
I began to understand what hackers are really for (and programmers who want to be considered hackers are considered hackers, if it suits them), why hacker programmers actually inserted our sonder team into the game. It is clear that they do not need some lousy boss, for whom the customer-loh paid a thousand in gold. The boss got in the wrong place. Perhaps the uprising against him began because of this. But now the red-haired psychonaut has climbed where he shouldn't have. Yes, we were brought up from youth that programmers are not a decree for us, that we are free and the galaxy is free ... Programmers are servants, etc. But life has developed in such a way that the galaxy is covered with software shells like a basin, which means that programmers rule this world. This, of course, is not advertised, but everyone who knows, reconciled. We Jedi are now just something between pea jesters and crazy mercenaries. Don Quixotes gouging, eternal vagabonds of the universe. We have not been the conscience of the world and not a spiritual landmark for a long time ...
So, Joy wanted to steal their sky from the gods... I looked at my pale, frightened friend, sucking whiskey from his throat, in the smoke of a cigarette not extinguished in a can, and melancholy gnawed.
In the first summer of training in Homland, in the first camp gathering in the forest fortress, when we were just getting to know each other, learning discipline and the basics of military affairs ... Endless hours of combatant on a huge parade ground, to round-the-clock drumming ... Fizeau to the point of exhaustion and very meager rations - toilets they sparkled with the whiteness of bleach, since no one of us ever shit the whole month of this collection. Sleepless nights on guard duty, patrols or in the kitchen... Constant shrieks of commanders and punishments, punishments...
Somehow, at the very beginning of the gathering, our general, passing in front of the formation and scattering curses and threats, yelled: “And no AWOL, no booze, no Easter Island! I'll rot if I find out that again! I'll send you out right away - to the soldiers, to the space base! Into black holes, damn...!”
Of course, we had to find out what the hell Easter Island is. And found out...
A couple of kilometers from the camp, there is a long, relatively steep, like a wall, cliff of a hill, not visible from the camp, but very noticeable from the side of the Chaka River. Phalluses hewn from mighty logs were hammered into this cliff, as if into a wall. Lovingly sanded to a soft velvety, brightly dyed with beige, and where necessary scarlet or purple. Eggs, as bases, they were fastened in the soil of the cliff of the hill. Proudly and indomitably looking at the sky with red tops. Under each of these works of art, tablets were hammered with the years when each of the phalluses was installed - from the year the Academy was founded, excluding only two years of the Galactic War, - to the present day. The latter was designated last year - it was driven in by our sophomores, and then the frightened newcomers like us at the first camp were the same. Further into infinity was empty space.
More guys joined. At night, they secretly made their way here, quietly (imagine how slowly it is) sawing a tall pine tree. We decided by voting that “ours” would be thin and long, and the prickly beauty went into action. Branches were sawn off, leveled with a rasp, then sanded, the relief was hollowed out with a chisel. As it began to get light, they hid the product in the bushes, and crawled into the barracks. Just to have time to undress and go to bed, so that on the rise to jump up with everyone.
Accomplices were very carefully brought to the case. The commanders were talking about something, informers were peeping at us and they had to be deceived. Then ours began to be caught and interrogated. When they caught me, I said that I went out of the barracks at night to smoke, I was sentenced to three days in the outfit. One of us was seized by sergeants in the woods and beaten, but the boy did not confess. We saw how the doctors took him to the infirmary in the morning. Through interrogations, they began to drag the entire course - who heard and saw what. “Expulsion”, “disbat”, was constantly heard from behind the door of the office of the company commander. Every time I rushed into the forest to our "Hren Pavlovich" (in honor of our general Anton Pavlovich), I shook if a branch suddenly cracked, or a crazy, alarmed bird suddenly flew.
When Palych was ready, Joy and I had to "give birth" to the paint. The moonlit night was inopportune, but there was no time to wait for a darker hour. We made our way to the windows of the warehouse, hiding from the patrol. With this movement, Joy pressed the glazing beads off the windows with a bayonet-knife, carefully taking the glass over himself. We climbed inside, shining flashlights, found the right colors. They turned off the flashlights and lay down while the patrol passed nearby. Then they climbed out with cans of paint. With a broom they swept behind them both in the warehouse, and on the window, and on the cornice. They put the glass in the window and quietly nailed the glazing beads back with the handle of a bayonet-knife. Sweep behind them on the pavement under the window. This is theft, there is a real dispute for it, they don’t joke with it.
I still remember the face of Joy at the moment when we, with cans of paint and a broom in our hands, pressed ourselves into the ground under the bushes, when an officer patrol again walked past, very close, five paces away. Pale, frightened, stubborn, ready that now he is a khan, but not ready to retreat, confident that "this is how it should be." We could not leave behind an "empty place" there - on Easter Island. We couldn't let the timeline break...
Joy had such a face now, as if so many epochs had not passed since that night ... I thought, now I will let out a tear, it hurt so much inside. Then, after a lot, a lot of time, we learned that Easter Island is a pedagogical game, that the 30 people expelled after the camp are just those who split and betrayed us. That the officers knew our every step and diligently entered into personal files ... On the other side of the Chaka River was Anton Pavlovich's dacha. And when we finally scored X ... where necessary, the general and senior officers admired the window from the dacha and drank vodka. But those were our officers, old combat Jedi. And Play Galaxy is a strange pack, we are enemies for them, this is not a game ... Joy stood in the face of death.
Joy, bl ... what have you done, - I said, taking him by the shoulder. He kept smiling with his wide smile, did not say anything, realizing that I understood that he was right.
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We decided that he was weighing anchor and flying to Aldebaran - a system more or less familiar to us. I carefully and imperceptibly fly after him at a distance. He will be something like bait - and I will be the catcher. I will watch for anything unusual that meets him. And either I will intervene when they attack him and save him, or at least I will see the ends - the programmers, their schemes, maybe I will take the language ... Then I will connect or connect our reliable ones, and unwind the tangle. We Jedi do not claim galactic power, but we will make them reckon with us. Joy flies out tomorrow, and I mean the day after tomorrow.
I returned to my ship in the same roundabout ways, made sure that the batteries were fully charged, 100 gold were added to the account for going to the boss and another 300 gold - all the money of Joy that I undertook to spend on his rescue or on the investigation of his death. Joy now considered keeping money on his account frivolous.
I remembered how I was going to creatively replenish supplies on the ship, bypassing all the stores on 45th, ordering delicacies and fruits, good liquor ... Now there was no time for all this. I went to the online store and quickly clicked with concentration - I grabbed simple vegetables, cereals, coffee, bread, condensed milk in bags and boxes, meat and fish in briquettes, boxes of booze ... Plus delivery. Before the full consumption of the 5 gold planned for this business, there were some little things left, I threw a bag of tangerines into the purchase, and pressed the order.
Another 5 gold had to take any chemistry. Cylinders for water and air mixture on the ship, additives for appliances, oils and special compounds for the ship's mechanisms, and finally, cleaning products and medicines for the first aid kit. Without further ado, in fact, I ordered everything exactly what I had before in the kit.
Food delivery is scheduled for tomorrow at 12-00, chemistry - tomorrow at 17-00. Stopped at the thought of weapons. In the secret place I have a minilaser, in the common people a pistol. But he has never been of any use to me. And to go now to buy something heavier on the lower decks - too pale. My plan now is to feign calmness and relaxation, and not get caught buying a machine gun.By the way, about plans. Before all the troubles, we were going to go with Joy to his familiar filmmakers tonight. So I’ll go to them in the evening, I’ll say that my corephan is on a drinking binge, we’ll get to know each other. If they are good talkers (I hoped that filmmakers should be talkers), I will tell them my legend - where did I suddenly break off the station the other day. After all, it appears everywhere that I wanted to stay here for a month ...I dressed again in my Jedi costume and walked along the deck gallery towards the hotel. They will hang out in the casino, and later in the concert ha
I put on a long black cloak, ironed black trousers and varnished black shoes, turned down the collar of the cloak so that a snow-white shirt could be seen, cut my hair short, shaved neatly, made a stern, meaningful face ... - and went to fuck.The girls in my person gave almost personally to Him, the great programmer who created everything around. I saw his reflection in their eyes as they finished. I understood that, having given me a little bit of a hint, they now hope for secret patronage, promotion, wealth, or at least the forgiveness of sins. After all, if she sucked the security guard, then she is a real patriot.I was not upset, because by that time, whoever I was fucking with, I imagined the One that refused to be with me. Probably, the girls saw her reflection in my eyes, but they were not offended either. The world is already created out of melancholy, boredom and a little bit of grief. The only language we speak is pain. So why dig into those rare moments of joy and pleasur
The children sat in the room in the light of only a weak burgundy floor lamp and in absolute silence. All five sat with their arms around their legs, their heads buried in their knees. They still can’t drink much, I thought, entering this haven of sufferers.- How are you?“Hangover,” Wagner answered dryly.In a low, relaxed voice, I slowly, almost in a singsong voice, began to talk about the cosmogonic ideas of the Jedi.- In addition to a hangover, by and large, there is nothing in this universe. At first there was nothing at all. Then something appeared on the detsel, and then suddenly “Bam!” and a Hangover appeared, who created everything around us. Hangover - dude, Hangover - brother, Praise Hangover! I chanted a mantra, and with that, a delivery man entered the room with a keg of lager beer and a stack of pizza boxes.All this fit on the table, the guys and girls jumped out of bed and wandered towards him with a zombie gait. They poured beer and drank. The people cheered and beg
The dispatcher took control of my ship, I, sitting in a chair, watched the airlock close in front, and knew that the airlock in the back was now opening. The hook took off from the prow of my ship and went into the wall. Behind my stern, open space, the difference in pressure pulled the machine along the monorail away from the docking chamber. Here I am already outside and I see on the screen how the petals of the airlock door curled up in front of my nose.The beam controller dragged me slowly and carefully, like a toy with two fingers, away from the station. The forward view camera displayed on the screen two huge balls of shiny metal gradually receding. The moment was lively, I saw how someone else's side was docking on the 3rd deck, and how two more luminous points of ships were sailing towards the station.Finally, the 45th is already so far away that it itself seems like a small butterfly sparkling in the dark. The rangefinder showed 30 km away from the 45th. Blyumknulo in dynam
Infrequently in their cultural institution they yell obscenities, and even so loudly. The girls at the reception stood with their heads drawn in, their eyes downcast. Chernaya, of course, had seen everyone in her life, but she was also alarmed. Their institution was fucked by the authorities - to the fullest, it was already the second week of swearing and inspections. Severe people walked around the floors, cursed, stuck their noses everywhere, asked endless questions, and cursed again. There were rumors that there might be layoffs or fines, or they might disperse the office itself.At the end of the year, attendance is declining. People share negative reviews on social networks that they have “bespontovo” here. And many, even instead of going on a well-deserved ticket donated by their native corporation or department, here - they buy expensive tickets to other establishments. Horror, but the check opened the books of reviews and suggestions in both halls. So even there a lot of nasty
Ratmir left the building of the headquarters of the ground forces of the Horde - in full dress uniform, ironed dark green, with gold shoulder straps, in a white shirt, with the Star of the Hero on his chest. Everyone who came forward saluted him, all the more or less familiar shook hands and congratulated him. Ratmir was proud and pleased with himself. And he felt like that was exactly what he was supposed to experience. But for some reason strange shame and doubts were mixed in. He was surrounded by fame and respect, but something inside was awkward, not right. This is unclear.When he was recovering in a field hospital after being wounded, he was unexpectedly transferred to the capital, Chernosteppe, for further treatment. In the main hospital they were not really interested in him, the doctors considered him already healthy, but various colonels began to call him to the headquarters and talk. As a result, he was told that he would receive a Star and an appointment as a battalion co
Since I had not worked with these filmmakers before, I wrote the TK as detailed as possible, with all the details, it turned out 12 pages, not counting diagrams and drawings. In short, this is the kind of movie I needed from them:It is necessary to create an object that would be an absolute copy of the ship of Joy. Its exact visualization is needed, which will one day, albeit on a different date, but absolutely second per second at the same time of day, pass the same course through the point where Joy disappeared. The object should be perceived by any observer as real, emit communication signals, have the same surface temperature, have the same speed and course, locators should see it as metal, with the same mass, a bioform similar to Joy should be reflected inside. This bullshit should, at least at first glance, seem completely real. The time must be set inside it to match the time on board the Joy. Its course must be built into the MAP Galaxy program in order to be accurately notic
The turmoil and permanent squabble lasted for three weeks - everyone around ran and cursed, endlessly printed out some piles of papers and rushed along the corridors with them. The Dream Galaxy convention brought together hundreds and hundreds of different people within the walls of the building where the institution was located. They all, damn them, needed something. They climbed everywhere and asked something. Even the girls from the reception, contrary to all the rules, were sometimes hired for all kinds of work.Finally, it turned out that during the days of the congress the institution would be closed, and the girls would sit all the time of the forum in the assembly hall. At first they sat at the entrance - at the registration of delegates. They marked everyone in the lists, issued a badge. Then they were seated next to the presidium at a long table - to monitor the operation of the recording equipment and give the suffering bottles of water, tablets, charge their batteries. “We
We were again alone on the same sidewalk of a narrow street in a seaside town. Indistinct music was heard from the cafes along the coast, and there was a wall of cypresses and tall yellow grass all around. We ended up at that point and second at which we parted many, many lives ago, in that August, when the local sea is the hottest, and the nights are warm, like fresh milk, and the smell of flowers is dense, like a wall.It was us, but not us. She had visibly matured, it was no longer the same young girl with electric sparks in her black eyes. Wrinkles, bitterness and memories of many years and destinies were written on her face. I, too, felt like an old doll taken out of the closet, faded and dusty.- I love you, I've been looking for you all these years, I could not calm down, I've been looking for you century after century - in all galaxies. I can't live without you, I traded everything for this moment to bring you back. I can't be happy without you, let me come back to you.I spok
“The diamond coffin that Seth lured Osiris into was cheaper than this box,” Daniel Fogg touched the luminous blue case of the medical capsule and freezer in one bottle with his finger.- Do you feel sorry for the money? Powell asked, solemn as before a prayer, in a strict black suit, with a neatly trimmed gray beard, standing at the control panel of this wonderful machine, a unique apparatus, his brainchild.- Too big risks. It has never been tested on humans, and immediately on such a patient. And the donor is doubtful.- She was checked from all sides, she fits exactly.- I'm not talking about medical indications. Psychologically, you may not be ready. The fact that she went through an initiation through Death does not mean that she will go through Love as well. Without verification, it is dangerous to immediately put into action.- Wagner passed, and they are from the same test.- OK let's see. Such stakes, and it all depends on one girl.- She loves him. Here, she’s already coming
Turntables, ripping up the blue summer sky with smoky jets of NURSs, plowed a section of the track in an open area near the edge. Having gained a little height, they went to the circle, so that in a minute they would return and hit again. Ratmir with officers and guards in three jeeps noticed two black circles approaching from behind the clouds in time, turned off the asphalt into the forest, hiding under the crowns of trees. This saved them from the first blow. But the pilots of the Antean pair of fire support helicopters had already seen these three machines and bit the bit, imbued with hunting excitement. Their rumble over the forest began to grow again, now they will beat at random, covering the green sea under them, they will feel below with thermal imagers and metal detectors, look out with their eyes, reflections of the painted sides of the car or, maybe, dust from under the wheels. Abandoning the cars, the Ramirs scattered and a loose flock of saigas ran deep into the thicket,
He sat smiling in his chair, looking around the cleanly tidied white with a matte tint interior of his ship, silvery walls, plasma with elegant Polina (he came up with a new outfit for her, having downloaded it from a fashion site). She said with her pleasant timbre that the flight was proceeding normally, five more days to the destination. For two weeks of the flight, I was in high spirits. It turned out that in such a state it was even more difficult to endure the flight and forced inaction in a confined space without communication with the outside world than if you were flying in melancholy and sadness.Sanya played chess as best he could, but this, of course, could not distract from worries about a future trip through time and, possibly, a meeting with Chernaya. Changing musical tracks, I turned in my hands a carved medieval golden key on a leather cord, looked at cast patterns on it and intricate hieroglyphs. I remembered day after day, evening after evening, moment after moment,
Volos and Lilith rarely slept together that month. Although we finally managed to rent a normal, or rather, luxurious apartment in the City of Manowaha, everyone had too much work, traveling, and very rarely crossed paths for an hour or two. Today they decided to give themselves a holiday, postponing this Saturday evening all business until Monday morning, warning everyone they can not to be pulled even in the event of the Third Coming.They dined on a balcony overlooking the huge diamond of Manowach sparkling with fire, the black night sky, the leaden ocean behind the purple colors of the embankments, the moths of airplanes in the sky and ships in the ocean, enjoying the comfort of a home furnished in the latest fashion. Lilith was in seventh heaven from everything that happened to her during this month. After a poor childhood and student life, after space flights on cheap transport vehicles, after tents in Choban, medical wards in Alam and the stone jungle of Oralon... She found her
Maat was flying in a glass-case-like mini-metro that connected the Bahdi spaceport to the Belau lake and oasis, located in an uncontaminated area. A hundred kilometers, sparkling like a bunch of candies in gold pieces, the train rushed by in 40 minutes, allowing soldiers, officers and civilian personnel of the base of intergalactic peacekeepers to leave the garrison in the evening or on weekends and relax near the water in the shade of palm trees, without protective equipment. Three new hotel buildings, restaurants, sports and massage parlors - everything was built to the glory, as in the best resorts in the universe.In the month and a half that the military settled here, the Bahdi Cosmodrome turned into a considerable city. About 100,000 inhabitants of Parta came here after finding work or humanitarian aid. For them, several neighborhoods of temporary housing were also rapidly erected. And these were not dull rows of tents and wagons to the horizon. Everything that Wallos and his fe
- Where are you stuck? - severely met my appearance from behind a closet in the old Wolverine hotel, she got bored, sitting on a shabby sofa, watching TV news about the death of the Bounty.- Dropped by Wagner, he had an exam.- Passed? Masa asked quietly, becoming more serious.- Passed. Satisfied?- Of course. I believed in him. The Love Exam is difficult, for example, you are not ready for it. Bounty, over there, was not ready either. This chocolate loved only himself. From people he needed only their boundless love for him and admiration. He does not care that for this, he had to turn people into cattle. Don't laugh - I love people. For real. I do what they will hate me for, what they will kick me out and curse me for, everything that people need to be people and grow.What makes you think they need it? There is an easy way to find out. What people are willing to pay for is what they really need. Everything that is not in demand is just a wishlist. Your games of freedom are not in
Gilats looked at Thomson, and saw Wagner hanging in a noose in the bathroom, his tongue hanging out, his face blue and his eyes bulging. He recalled how they sent him a video, how they removed the guy from the rope, put him on the bed in the hotel, saying that there were no signs of violence. Sources gave him the info, how it really happened. And Gilats, looking at the powerful hands of the general, imagined how this strong man in an expensive suit dragged the frail body of the boy along the floor, as he held it, while his fighters put on a rope.Now, looking into the square face of the CEO of Galaxy Sec, the co-chairman of the State Construction Commission with an effort made an indifferent and even benevolent look:- At least you know what kind of hematogen Powell is preparing there instead of Bounty?- He calls his project "Twix". I only know software. He wants to combine fiery software shells with what is left of the New Testament and cover from above with a united circuit with co
A month after the nuclear war on the Great Continent, the situation began to more or less clear up. In Bormunt, a small town on the left bank of the Ramira, which became the capital of the self-proclaimed Anarchist Republic, covering all the uninfected territories of eastern Lavender, from the Gray Mountains in the west to the Swamps in the east, from the river in the north to the sands in the south, in total - a square of 500x500 km. , the Council of Commanders gathered to discuss the situation and plans.The Republic was governed by direct Internet democracy - all residents (indigenous and refugees), about a million people, had their own profile in the Republican Network and the right to vote on any issue of governing the country, without representatives. The code of laws was adopted by such a general vote for five years, without the possibility of change during this period. The Network Moderator, civilian ministers and territorial leaders were elected for a year without the possibi