future

Hello, All! Here's the promised story. He wrote to the entire BBS and continues develop further. This time it was decided to nominate him to the masses. It can be continued by anyone. For this you need to send your version to me in soap with the subject future, and I'll attach it to the rest of the story and throw it out for everyone to see. The continuation that arrived first will be used. So... ════════════════════════ future1 .W ═══════════════════════ ╔══════════════════════════╗ ║ Looking to the future... ╟ ╚══════════════════════════╩ (c) SunLion The future...darkness. He alone knows what awaits us there. In a dream I see only the path and... the fog, gray, thick and impenetrable. But what is this?! Ahead I see a bright spot - this is the fog leaving. No one would have believed what my eyes saw, but this is not a mirage, no, this is the future - light and dark, sweet and bitter. A world opened up to my eyes, a world without... pC... After that I went to a psychiatrist and he told me that he didn't I can decide if I'm a psycho or a psychic. After much deliberation, the "chief- crazy" asked me to come back in a week... It's been a long week. After the doctor I saw new things in the future details - the communists are back, Bill Gates is declared an enemy of the people (a big plus towards the communists, I thought), but you don’t think, no, I'm not crazy, I'm just being tested.In the following days the visions became even worse, as one fi- los "things are changing from bad to worse." All my dreams have become whether to come true, gradually and steadily. First, everyone's pC burned out, then Lenin rose from the grave...that was a joke: it means he gets up Lenin comes and yells: “Stalin! You hairy egg, where is my wife!?” (c) Rasp And after that the fun began. But first things first. I woke up in the morning: my head hurts - yesterday with Petrovich Lenin met... (c) Infarch And this happened, of course, in Bayern. We went there after another rally on the topic "Speccy rulez = pC shit" and look - worth it, bastard. And next to him a little man is running and demanding everything. It’s unclear what: either 20 kopecks, or a “C” in drawing. (c) Rasp We took a closer look at the peasant. Exactly him! Feelings experienced we were quite close to many ex-USSR residents. It was him. No not "he", and He - with a capital letter! It is He and no one else! "Owner of factories, newspapers, ships..." No, it was not an engineer Garin! And not even Vladimir Ilyich (he was at the station at that time, which was not renamed from “Zheleznodorozhny” to “Finnish” and screamed "April Theses" from the roof of a tram - the armored cars are gone)! This there was Bill Gates! (c) Infarch Yes, that was the number! I admit, I was quite surprised, but After a short conversation with the saleswoman, everything became clear. The point isthat Bill's public appearance was intended as an advertising campaign due to the decline in popularity of iBM pC and mICROSOFT among the people. The last straw was the incident at the last press conference. Remembering past cases, security was tripled, but in vain... If last time Bill got the cake for face, then now a mini-tower to the skull. Forward managed to sneak it through security, disguising it as a book with title: "How to open a window in WINDOWS'98. Brief leadership." (c) Rasp But even here Bill had to break down: the man around whom he he ran around and turned out to be a seasoned wolf (in the sense of swearing quite a bit). Bill had to be content with only ten kopecks. And having stocked up on beer for “everything”, he began to consume the treasured five glasses (with the communists coming to power, beer began to cost twenty times cheaper, although they began to dilute it by twenty-five times more). Do you think this is the end of it? No! Only Bill started on his third mug, while contemplating his another project codenamed "Sihov", how it happened what historians later called the “Bavarian massacre.” So listen carefully... (c) Infarch The bloody dawn was rising... Bill stood at the main entrance to Sykhiv branch of mICROSOFT. Here he had an appointment withagent 002^3, who was supposed to inform him... However, what exactly what the agent wanted to say, no one knew yet. Just called and offered to meet in a place, if possible, the most secluded. The office had a bad reputation among the people, so there was no one nearby. And so, when the time was already approaching one o'clock “x,” a rough voice called out to Gates. - Municipalities! flashed through Bill's head. Run immediately! But he had already been grabbed by the hand. In desperation, Bill grabbed what was the first to fall under the arm and hit the attacker in the ear. And then Bill’s head became clearer. He woke up from his fantasies and I saw myself standing at a table with a broken mug in my hand. In front of him stood a hefty man in a stained, no less than blood on a T-shirt with the embroidered inscription “Intel Outside!” Hefty the hand reached out to Bill's throat and he couldn't do anything else remembered... (c) Rasp Here are the consequences of, albeit diluted, but still "Spikes". Billy woke up somewhere outside the city on a pile of old broken MFMs Winchesters. It was getting dark. Billy tried to get up, but Slipped on something with IBM written on it. With the words, "again swap on ramdisk!" he crawled a couple of meters, stood up and staggered towards the Lviv-Kyiv highway, which was visible not far away. Billy tried to vote, but nothing worked: no oneI wanted to take a guy with broken glasses and a dirty suit magnetic coating of hard disks. I had to walk. But soon luck smiled on Billy - his brother - Bill Clinton. (c) SunLion His brother, like Bill Gates himself, was also a loser - he was detained many times for botched rape (imp. he was a tent; but this is a big secret!!!), but since it was after all, the president of the United Alcoholics, then his released. That's what happened this time too. (c) Shtirliz - Hello, Clinton! - Gates yelled running up to the car - old "Horch". - Hello, Gates! Did they roll you in chocolate? - No, the scumbag commies forced me to collect the hard drives. - 45th caliber? - Blockhead - MFM. These are hard drives. - A-a-a-a... - We have to break off the horns too. How are you with your ammunition? - There’s nothing here. I'm going to Kyiv to buy explosives, yes “Horch” and “Cherokee” are misunderstood. Are you going with me? Gates clicked the "Load" button and got into the car. (c) SunLion But they were not destined to reach Kyiv. On the way they were attacked by la gang of Amizhniki led by Max Iwamoto and RST 7. Hmmm... The conversation was difficult, heated and... painful. But fortunately Billov (then they thought it was fortunate, but in reality...) to a funnel with Berkut officers, headed by Slava, arrived at the massacre Mednonogov.Slava was by nature a kind and reasonable man, but when... Yes, he found out who was being beaten, he told Max and RST7: “Beat them further, and harder!” (C) Infarch But Bill’s indomitable will to live saved him from this time. After all, there are so many undeceived people left on earth users! And so, when his strength was already running out, and before There was a bloody fog in his eyes, he realized that there were more chances there won't be. A second ahead of RST7's fist, he asked: - What is 7? ??? Stunned, RST7 began to do the calculations. In absence With the Amiga at hand, I had to use counting sticks... Max couldn’t help but stare at this magnificent spectacle and didn’t noticed how Bill grabbed the insensible body by the collar brother and crawled into a roadside ditch. (c) Rasp While the cheerful (read “still sober”) Amizhniks were doing Calculating the Bills, they jumped into the Horch and rushed as fast as they could further. In Zhitomir they ran out of gas. And since all the money was knocked out by the brave "Berkut", then I had to change trains. And now, imagine, the Zhitomir-Kyiv train, noon, full of people, in the center of the car sit two men: one in broken glasses, the other in a sweatshirt, both chewing onions hidden somewhere. And the train slows down sharply. (c) Shtirliz Why the stop occurred was not known to anyone except twofighters for justice Kernighan and Ricci (NB: for those who are not in course - Kernighan and Ricci came up with such a programming language like C). Having learned that two swindlers were traveling on the train, sexual maniac and profiteer with Bill's conscience, they decided to stop them, without even knowing the purpose of the trip. The Bills were traveling in the last carriage and Kernighan and his partner did not After thinking for a long time, we unhooked it. (c) Rasp The Bills are already accustomed to the train's frequent stops, so they don't attached importance to the next stop. Besides, they are already a little accepted or this “a little” gradually grew into “decently”. A they accepted the cloudy liquid with their chemical formula resembling C2H5OH. (For those in the tank: it was “smaga”.) This liquid was given to them by grandfather Makar in gratitude for Clinton's sweatshirt. Since there was a lot of liquid, the stop lasted until evenings. And Ricci and Kernighan were all waiting for them to emerge from the carriage. Bills... (c) Shtirliz And the Bills didn’t even think about going out. They were sleeping. Let's take a look at them dreams. Clinton dreams of busty beauty Monica, whom he has in the Oval Office. After this, Mrs. Hilary comes to him and begins to have it. Gates dreams of windows, lots of windows, lots of windows. Through these he has the whole world through his windows. And not only busty beauties, but also simply beauties, as well as their husbands, brothers, sons. Sometimes hethe ghost of Half-Linux appears, but the windows obscure it ghost. Well, let them sleep, and we'll go back in time a little and let's see what preceded the events described in this story. (c) SunLion, (c) DJ.Vova What has come has gone, and we continue on our story. After both Bills came in their sleep on their favorite cactus Clinton, then they pulled out for a very long time, very, very, very needles from cotton They covered the wounds with brilliant green... oh how they hurt oh, oh, oh, oh! (c) Infarch And it was timely. After all, it was approaching Easter, and So far we haven’t been able to paint anything, but here we found some eggs. However, having woken up from pain, they forgot about such trifles in the face of impending danger. Votes for the wall of the carriage no longer sounded the same as before, and the Bills decided to find out what was the matter. Looking out of the carriage, they hit straight into deep shock! If previously they were hunted by two very ordinary people, now they were waiting for them behind the wall Brothers Honey mushrooms, Big and Little, and most importantly - bloodthirsty Fidel Castro with his jellyfish!!! (c) SunLion Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss. Fidel Castro is not for nothing Castro...a German old man. ════════════════════════════ ═════════════════════════════ W t b s w s e ! i h e t i h s Sergey.