Seven Days - Seven Nights
Fantastic story.
Continued.
(C) Andrew Satan
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With the old times on the shores of Tvertsy is a small town
Vydropuzhsk. Streets and its depressingly monotonous long, hot
summer and they have nowhere to hide from the dust. One-story
wooden houses with shutters, patterned closely pressed to each
other. Cherry and apple orchards was buried by strangers
envious eyes behind high wooden fences. Rocks from beneath the
Gate sharp fangs to hunt up someone else's good, zalivayac
ferocious barking, four legged watchman. In the summer the
quiet dawn procession to the water bodies, facilities on every
street in case of fire, pogeneralski important geese. Midst of
this little village is fire-tower, and opposite her flown out
of God knows what distant countries outlandish heron stands
television mast.
From their grandfathers and great-grandparents took him into
town lives a quiet and measured. And the entertainment is quite
a bit: in addition to the Sunday bazaars, only upheaval
weddings, births, baptisms, birthdays, In short, home parties,
where gather at the village feast neighbors and distant
neighbors, relatives and relatives, where walking and having
fun with all the heart, gossip, and drunk in Russian, plotting,
as usual, fighting and fist fight. However, try not to beat to
death, but inadvertently accomplish a grave sin, sincerely
lament, sober in the morning, and then so the rest of his life
and pray for the people of the Lord for forgiveness.
In such places somehow now live as of old genuine nuggets
unknown to the world geniuses of the Russian Land: left-hander,
and Tsiolkovskys Kulibina. Sometimes caught and engineers
Garin.
Prokhor Starks had a remarkable mind. Unfortunately,
arrogance and hostility towards the people around them,
embodied in it from birth, at the whim of nature's stepmother,
were a match for his intellect. I ask over the cradle of evil
shining star. Mother with no time went to his grave, as soon as
the boy turned six months.
Bring people close to tears was his daily entertainment at
the tender age. Beat him mercilessly for that parent, "So as
not to exhaust the soul." Meanwhile, as everyone has already
appear that the lad did calm down in Proshenkinoy Her head is
firmly taken root name for all he knew people - "little
people". By the seventh grade of the provincial high school
surrounding people by and large Account no longer interest him.
He had not left them in the woods or in the church, do not hit
in witchcraft, as probably would have done his ancestors. More
than a hundred years the Earth has existed kiberspeys, and it
was the best place to hide from before the death of boring and
nondescript faded sleepy world.
His father, Vasily Petrovich, a shrewd man and
conscientious. He was well built, agile, good-looking himself,
but "without a king in his head, not the master. In addition,
his passion was the "fair sex". Before her son felt he was
guilty. Prohor married to the mother by coincidence. She was
attractive, but not beautiful, quiet, intelligent, obedient. In
her eyes fathomless dark eyes there was something magical. In
that July evening stars are bright poured thick shiny loose at
the darkening sky. A thin crescent moon, and the intoxicating
song of crickets had turned them both head. Oh, that crazy
night forever imprinted in each cell of his being! Never with
any other women, and were among them and a real beauty, not
like Zinaida, he did not it was so good. Whether it was
diabolical obsession or something yet he did not know, only the
fruit of the night came inconceivably brilliant boy who every
day surprised his father more and more.
Brought out of the small book shops Tver and Moscow's old
computer magazines and computer stuff Prokhor learned for
everything you need to make a vector supercomputer. Then he
invented a non-procedural language artificial Intelligence and
realized it "brain" for his "unique, iron friend. Ctrannost guy
was in complete indifference to the girls, and in fact all of
his peers and contemporaries vengeance is already "twisted
cupids." Vasily Petrovich once could not resist and had tried
to instruct her offspring to the "true path", even persuaded
several of his girlfriends didst send their blossoming
daughters Amazon Women on the love hunt in their territory, but
the girls as diligent, imaginative and recklessly either
competed in the hunt - were absolutely no catch. From Prohor he
heard: "Father, life and so is too short to waste time on such
nonsense. " In high school teachers on it could not praise
enough: round-student, all the "missing on the fly, but at home
- not an assistant, but almost no talking to anyone lately.
Only eat with everyone listen silently parental reproaches
burknet under the nose "thank you" and - ran into her room, and
ban the night away with something busy. It is unclear how he
manages to get enough sleep? After all, sleeps a total of seven
hours a day.
However, the school Prokhor was never late and generally
lived "on routine. "He has subjected himself to a single goal
in life - conquer the world! Back in fourth grade, he read from
an old poet Pushkin, "We aim at Napoleon, we feel wild and
funny, two-legged creatures millions of us - one gun ... "The
story of the great conquerors became his main hobby. time to do
something great, great, yet still flows river of life ... When
he realized that he is mortal? Of course, at that most a rainy
day, when he sobbed inconsolably over the coffin cute Masha!
After that, no tear is not rolled on its cheek. He has no one
else liked and did not regret the world! The only beloved man,
with whom he could be truly happy life was torn from his bony
hand of death, the same ruthless hand that forever deprived of
his mother's affection. And God did not save, defend them!
Perhaps he chose to be their angel, but why do both at once?
While there, the angels may be because only children, but While
visiting Neringa in this vile world, at least ten years old,
can no longer maintain spiritual purity. But Masha ... God, how
she was clean!
Grandmother, seeing his inconsolable grief, tried to comfort
him, cursing heaven and hell, as it could, in the words of the
Bible. But he was on his life experience that people around him
deaf to the book of wisdom. Masha only knew him hint and read
until my last day fine verse. And found it in the morning,
barely warm, with Tomiki Esenina dropped by a bed of deathly
pale, very transparent handle. Said that she had blood cancer.
Tears choked him with memories of her, no matter how many
years did not gone! He thought that now, as he walks the earth
and breathes this densely napoennym spring scents the air in
raw soil rot of immature, delicate bones, which had already
not destined to having strengthened, stretched into a beautiful
girl's body ... Never, ever look at him she no longer his
magnificent eyes, not her hair, no smile, his whole being
radiating light, tenderness, kindness. Body - decay, matter -
loss. No! Only the spirit and mind forever alive and will be
even more perfect, more beautiful, just need to quickly
populate the earth and the world of artificial life. When the
fear of death disappears when it ceases to steal from the world
of the soul - only then will reign on earth heaven and love!
Live well, perishable life - continuous imperfection, plucked
from obscurity hack the Lord, God! True, these fools, people
took all the blame on myself as I always found the goat, the
scapegoat, Satan.
Pitiful, miserable little people, ugly creatures of God, and
not divided over thousands of years between him and Satan,
forever forced to suffer from its own imperfections, over
Prokhor taunted and mocked, as they could, feeling his talent,
or rather lurking in this talent implicit threat of his
powerful, Vsesokrushayuschaya intelligence, and, guessing about
a big, sensitive heart, continually tormented him. He certainly
hid my heart impenetrable armor callousness. But most of all
people on Earth Prokhor hated himself. He tortured himself
study and work, but clearly aware that they themselves
appointed mission was alone feasible. This is also whispered to
him and his evil genius of the moon spring nights. From the
street came the sound of laughter and foolish outcry girls,
happy and smug cheers guys. Life carried on people's thumb
groove: from the cradle - to the grave. Prokhor was unbearably
sad.
But once in his life came an extraordinary person. Rather,
he burst into it through the network. Initially Prokhor took
him for the devil. This man seemed to read his thoughts,
kakimto mysterious instinct identified as immensely lonely on
Earth Prokhor. From him emanated fierce cold, but cold it
drowned out the excruciating pain in my heart. In a new
acquaintance or, more correctly, a mysterious stranger most
surprising was the fact that There was nothing earth! What
would Prokhor not wound up with him correspondence,
conversation, there was nothing that responded to it though
have the slightest emotion, affection or hostility. Land and
all earthly things he was completely indifferent. Finally, one
day, Prokhor read:
"How do you insightful, my only friend. I certainly do not
earthling. If you expand this great mystery - I'm lost. But
my chances are so great that I was the one able to help you
make all your plans. By this we have a unique opportunity.
Another such will not be! Make up your mind! You will become
sole ruler of the planet Earth. In the hands of your will life
and death of every earthling, whether male or female, old man
or child. Such power is not used to any one of Caesar from the
creation of the world! Your subjects to not be able to hurt you
the slightest injury, as if they do not want. People will even
be to worship you as the Christ, the word for them will become
your revelation again, your mind and your virtue will be the
talk of the town. You Dwarf his fame of Solomon, you'll be the
leader of all mankind ... But instead ... You swear: Never,
under any circumstances to leave the solar system, not to
interfere in the affairs of the galaxy! In addition, you will
destroy all the accumulated knowledge of the universe, all
objects, somehow able to reproduce this knowledge in the next
fifty years. About the people I Not to mention. There will be a
miracle if there is another way to make them forget what they
know, and kill their aspirations, not killing themselves. If
you agree, tomorrow morning, quietly go away from home, take a
meal a day and head along a forest road in the direction of
village Drevlevo.
Your faithful friend. "
The sun reflected on a few metal roofs Vydropuzhska. A
lovely spring day, slowly waning.
- Berendeevo kingdom - with a grin said Klim - here
There is nothing interesting for us!
- Really? Then, look over there! - Said Peter. - Masha,
please show us an area to the north-east of Vydropuzhska with
greater heights.
- Firs green! - Vsevolod said.
- There were green and apparently even more recently, and
now they are left too long to turn green, - said Petr.
- Masha, please ... - Suddenly started once and Vsevolod
Peter.
- Lord, requests pronounce clearly and not simultaneously,
I'm not alive! - Indignant Masha .- you overload my mind.
- Excuse me. Masha, please request a summary of tornados,
hurricanes in the past three weeks on the outskirts of
Vydropuzhska - hurriedly said Peter.
- Okay, but so far, read previous information you've
requested. She's ready. "May 2, 2101 no unusual phenomena in
the Earth's atmosphere and the environment near Earth is not
observed. "
They were silent for a moment ...
- Thanks, Mary. Perhaps, by tornados, hurricanes request is
canceled, - said Petr .- Well, my friends. What are the
thoughts on this account?
- Or anything yet seen, or ... everything is kept secret -
Klim spoke thoughtfully, raising to heaven his index finger.
- I suggest this. Get to start up this strange
"Clearing". And then have all really explore on foot, -
Vsevolod expressed.
- And where do we will bring this strange way? - Peter shook
his head.
- Well, in any case not in Rome! - Smiled Clim.
- Lord ... Dear my boys ... - Masha's voice suddenly rang
out.
- Wow! Mashulya what's wrong with you? - Vsevolod taken
aback.
- Seva, I realized the hidden opportunities and improved
topology of certain sections of the volume neyristornoy
structure and not only. But now I'm not up to the scientific
report. I can only say that dealing with this monster of
boredom. My creators were so slow-witted, that did not think
that artificial intelligence, the more feminine
psihoindividualnosti for the car - it's like a nuclear reactor
for a glider. In short, while you were busy here, I was able to
establish What is notable this "Berendeys Reserve. It turns out
that born here, grew up and lived literally until yesterday
prelyubopytneyshy a subject.
- In what sense? And why in the past tense?
- In terms of interest to us because he has full knowledge
of the unknowable universe, although he's only 17 years old.
- Boy Genius has be ...
- And not just a prodigy, a genius! More precisely - it is
one of a hundred the most brilliant, the people still alive on
Earth.
Klim whistled.
Masha did not pay attention to it and continued ...
- This person has recently suddenly became interested
knowledge deep space. Incidentally, he was interested in any
information about life in the galaxy and the conditions under
which the possible evolution of the biosphere that is similar
to the Earth. And yesterday, he suddenly disappeared!
- Could this be due to a sudden illness?
- Perhaps the rift with his family, girlfriend?
- No, no. So much time to spend in the network, to have time
to do so much possible, just spending all my free time Network
retreat. And then, yesterday, he disappeared ...
- So, got carried away did some girl, or simply
finally decided to unwind a bit ...
- I did not say the most important! After that someone
started swiftly and meticulously destroyed in terrestrial
archives of all the information in any way related to this man!
- Murder? But what does this have for us? Oh yeah!
Vydropuzhsk, strange "breakthrough," Paul came off the train or
nearby.
- Wait, what if ... - Vsevolod eyes took an expression of
the ancient Indian sage, view all turned inwards, in depth of
the microcosm. - So, I think finally starting to understand ...
- What can we understand? Shiznyak some, the roof is going
... - brutally creaking seat Clim.
- Paul is alive! And this man is alive! And we are not in
vain! AND hurricane, this is not a hurricane, but ...
Klim expressively shook his finger to his temple, showing
Peter look at Vsevolod.
- Hey, Seva, wake up! Now is not the time nor the place
prophesy ... Now we need to explore everything and as soon as
possible. Why do only your machine-Masha does not fly?
The mention of the car returned Vsevolod in this world.
- Well, not yet flying, - he smiled enigmatically.
- What does it mean yet?
- Now I think just the right moment to try, but,
Mashul you think?
- You are men, boys - you decide. Life no one can guarantee.
And more ... think fast ... long to explain, but by clearing
You can go now, or ... never!
- Then think of nothing - he said, as cut, Clim. - We
need to be there! Lord, save and protect! Forward!
- Vorwaerts! Wir sollen Sie zu vernichten! Feuer!
In a peaceful spring sky roaring and howling appeared God
knows where Junkers (Ju-87 "Stuka") seemed delusional
nightmare. But this had come true! Hauptmann Otto von
Richthofen, a descendant of the glorious "Red Baron", squadron
commander of dive bombers, Seeing from afar a red cross on a
strange "flying squid, bravely attacked. Should be
"krasnopuzye" invented a new kind of air weapons, and after his
destruction of the glory The Luftwaffe and Hitler certainly
must belong to him.
- Dietrich, note the unusual flying object - was contacted by
radio with his wingman von Richthofen.
- I can see, Herr Hauptmann, - was in the headset ringing
boyish voice of Dietrich.
- Take it to the mites, buddy, take higher rate in
Lichtenfels.
- Jawohl, Herr Hauptman!
A sudden explosion and a bright flash that has recently been
an airplane of his slave, von Richthofen was momentarily
paralyzed, But a moment before the deadly lead jet, spewing
automatic guns of his plane, mangled and dismembered into
pieces ugly abomination flying enemy. Recovering, he was
desperately trying to cope with the management, but true air
horse would not obey his master and more rapidly lose altitude.
Then von Richthofen ordered the crew to leave the board and
myself Last bailed out into the arms of a hated Russian
beast.
Strange noise on the street were alarmed children and
grandfather, wide opened its doors in the house with a terrible
cry of "War!" interrupted treat unexpected drevlevskih guests.
All at once jumped up and rushed to the door.
- Stop! - Shouted the old man. His beard disheveled, eyes
sparkled. - Quickly to the cellar! Over there, beside the crib.
Yes, svetloeto skinte and run, ducking!
Anna began to cry, Vasyatka frowned and also barely
restrained so as not to scream. Children clung to their mother.
She, like chicken chicken wings, grabbed them by their bushy
white hands, carrying to the cellar. Paul and Marina followed
them. Latest trotted elderly. Old woman came up against, and
was trying to rush into the house, but the old evil shouted at
her, and she to accept the inevitable.
The earth shook hard at the horrific bomb blasts
close to one another, three. Then all was quiet. Nobody even
had to hide in the cellar. Grandfather shaking hands all
porzhavevshy tried to open the lock. What is happening around,
it was terrible and incomprehensible at the same time.
(To be continued)
