Hot in the back seat of the gelika with tinted windows comfortably stretched out his long legs and looked out the window as the car drove out of the sanatorium, where in the gym now his 12 fighters were sleeping sweetly in anticipation of morning coffee and buns. They were here under the guise of a team of workers - plasterers and painters, and he was like their foreman, who went to the city for paint and other things.Five days ago, a "legitimate" drug lord received him sincerely at Wolf's Beach. We spent the night with cognac and shish kebab on the shore of a quiet moon pond, listening to night birds and frogs, having a swim in cool water, having a chat for life. We also talked about mournful matters, and the baron gave a normal contact. They crossed the border along the path of drug couriers and surrendered to the local border guards in the Valley of Thunder, who brought them to this sanatorium. For three days we slept and ate in the gym without going out into the street. Finally,
After all the troubles in Marchand, I still didn’t even want to play any shooting games or strategies. I flipped through the new toys and closed the app. Yes, and with all these thoughts about reality and virtuality, I wanted to deal with something material. Saved my ship. Nothing was broken, but I got into the service compartments - wipe the nodes with oil, tighten the screws, check the voltage and temperatures.Still, it was real iron, without any holograms there. It was hard or flexible, hot or cold, it responded with a tinkle or a hum to my touch, I felt my aggregates and wires with my hands. Even if it comes to that, and I myself am all virtual, then my spaceship is real. He has mass, speed, coordinates. He has an age - the date of manufacture and the registration certificate is genuine, and not glued together by hackers or rogues from the village ovir. So, if doubts about the reality of my existence crept in, then he has a real body ...He has not only a body, but also a mind -
General Johnson Wallace was scolded by Maat. She dressed in a uniform-like suit with a tight, short skirt and a tight-fitting jacket. Playing with her calf muscles, standing up on her toes, she looked at the window of the bar on the floor of the hotel, where the general-co-chairman of the Military Intergalactic Commission spent the night. Then she sat down at the table next to him and, finally, hooked. The military liked the energetic, physically strong and sexy famous journalist - Wallace agreed to an hour or two of conversation on camera that evening.Maat played an enthusiastic girl currying favor with an influential military leader, smiled, and then told how horrified she was from everything she saw in the Choban Valley.- I am sure that if your dream came true, and our army would try to defend Choban, repel the invasion, you would be even more horrified. We can't shoot an entire nation, with children and old people. You know, my experience, and everything I've learned, is that we
Hoth decided not to leave the image of a specialist builder for the time being, in the same outfit, with the same legend, he found transport in Largange to V Zera, to Man. As a normal tight-fisted hard worker, he was looking for something cheaper and found a cool option for 20 gold with an average flight price of 30. Some small office with a couple of dozen medium-sized boards drove this route once a month and the next flight was just two days later.The vessel was carrying 100 tons of cargo on two luggage decks and a hundred passengers on the "human" one. 20 gold is a minimum of amenities and a two-time ration of tubes. With Hoth's current budget, that was fine with him. After takeoff, feeling weightless, the experienced Jedi strapped himself to a sunbed in the cockpit for twenty of the same unpretentious couchettes, and prepared to endure a month. In flight, it was forbidden to use the Internet, Hoth flew to the library, where they gave out discs with movie recordings - watch them i
Jackie, editor-in-chief of InterMedia, a huge intergalactic news holding, was mildly interested in Skype:- Are you completely opposed to your guys joining me on staff?- Yes, these are not "my" guys, they are on their own. Just talented and promising, do not want to have them spoiled there. Your editors are like asphalt rollers, they level everyone so that they don’t stick out ..."Filmmakers" thundered, that is necessary. Reporting from the Choban Valley and exclusive interviews from the intergalactic sessions broke records in views and citations. They were now known and wanted everywhere, it is a pity that the glory fell not on their real names, but on nicknames. Now it is necessary, perhaps, to live under these names. Before them opened an excellent road to start in journalism. I didn't even know if I had the right to prevent it. My personal sour journalistic experience is one thing, it is bitter for me. But should it be imposed on their lives? All of a sudden things will be diffe
Co-Chairman of the Intergalactic Commission on Science and Culture Powell himself contacted the filmmakers by grabbing Volos in the lobby of the Galactic University during a break between sessions of the session. It seems that the Wagner brigade has become something like a helpline for high-ranking ecumenical officials, where it has become fashionable and “correct” to voice installation things and complex questions. Powell winked at Volos and said that the "nasty PhDs" also have something to discuss with the audience - not only Gilats and Wallace rule the global processes.They decided to shoot at the university department in the anatomy. Powell made sure that the frame would show, but not clearly, the corpses on the tables, the vessels with organs and mock-ups of the human body, posters and diagrams. Lilith and Maat put on the light, and Thor and Wagner, under their command, moved tables with bodies back and forth, medical devices for a good background. Volos, in order to start a con
I'm slowly growing into Jedi, - Masa giggled, connecting Skype with the hologravimeter, so that it turned out as if Br was sitting at the table with them. I did not pervert and just brought Skype to the full screen of the plasma, and I myself lay down with a flask of beer on the bed, watching Hot and Wolverine sitting with cups of coffee. These two mostly talked, telling me what happened in Marchand, what is known about Grog, and what, presumably, his plans. Everything was very presumptuous, speculation and comparisons.I only added facts by telling Hot about what Galaxy did to Joy - this is still a real crime. Some kind of Jedi brotherhood does not exist, and Joy himself climbed where he shouldn't, but still "ours are being beaten." Moreover, Joy was digging specifically for this very program of theirs. Hot did not like Joy's story - he remembered that another Jedi, a couple of years older than us, named Deb, also disappeared under unclear circumstances. And according to rumors, he s
Ravens are generally entertaining interlocutors. Jack and Nora, I was well received, especially when they found out that I did not claim their territory and food. On this sultry afternoon, they had a lot of things to do - drag branches and candy gold pieces to the nest, croak with neighbors, but they gladly took time for me to chat and play. Jack dragged nuts under the gate, and the three of us took stones below in their beaks, flew up to the gate and dropped them, trying to hit the nut with a stone and crack the shell. The nuts were delicious, and the game was fun and exciting - hitting a nut with a “stone dropped from a beak” from a height of 7 meters is not easy, it requires fine calculation and luck.We sat at the gates of the cemetery, shining with black plumage, laughing with sly eyes, discussing the passing living, the recently driven dead. The cemetery is not big and there were only two this week. Grandfather, who rather quickly went along the otherworldly route and did not pa