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OUTCAST 15
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
OUTCAST 16
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
OUTCAST 17
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
OUTCAST 18
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
OUTCAST 19
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
OUTCAST 20
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
OUTCAST 21
Ratmir loved the steppe. Marat easily persuaded him to go with him to the countryside - to burn meat, sit and admire the steppe landscape with his friends. To the east of the Black Steppe were deserted regions - there, along a dirt road, they raced in an off-road vehicle four of them. They shook on potholes, laughed and cursed when they shook so that they almost hit the ceiling. Pots and flasks rang in the trunk, heavy music screamed and rattled, and the sun roasted from a clear blue sky in a red-hot yellow ball.The steppe is without orientation, without hills or copses, without villages or rivers. You can stop anywhere, so we just stopped when we got tired of driving. Fuel for a fire in such places must be taken with you. There were several heavy bags of coals in the case. The military is bored with making such a fire, but there's nothing to be done. But it's easy and fast. With them in the company was Adil from the department of tactics and Salman, a former intelligence officer, no
OUTCAST 22
The model started right on schedule, and I tuned all my tracking devices to it. All again brought to the big screen. It will fly to the anomaly point for seven days. Without taking your eyes off her, you can, however, do other things for the time being.I turned on the chat with the filmmakers and asked them when the next flight from their 2nd Perseus to the 45th station was. They found out that after three days. I told them that our flying bullshit is a mockery of the Galaxy itself and is involved in a very dangerous mess. The participants are really risking their lives, therefore, during these three days they need to shoot all the outdoor shooting and molt with this very board to hell with the planet. On the 45th, order tickets and the nearest starship, even with transfers, but break into the Vastu X of Antara. He told about the camps of widows and Madina, about Kloss and in general about the situation in the Choban valley. At first, filmmakers were discouraged, but realizing what i