Natural #01 01 апреля 1998

Самиздат

Fantasy - the story "Reservation."

                         FANTASY



                        SIRIL (C) 1998


                         RESERVATION.


       I walked home, burning netepeniya. Yes, soon, very
soon! And though these clever people from the Research Center 
think that continue to work at home is unreal (I'm a

do not care about their opinion!) - I'm almost finished, almost 
... 

       Hitting on something solid, I found myself in
door entrance of the house. E-ee ... once the outer door
closed - I thought, mechanically pulling keys and unlocking the 
door. 

       But it's even better is that I was removed from
research, they themselves (with their methods a) of that does 
not decode at least another year. And to them with such 
information? ... A I? And I have a copy of all signal entries!


       I applied a new technology rasshifrovkkii-and-uu ...
Oyps ... But what if ... They will learn that I have copied the 
record? And ... that the nonsense! They already know it ... 
Then ... Then What I'm scared? - That they will remove me. Same 
nonsense? In ours - whereas ... Although the Division 
Rasshirovki Signals Inferred Civilizations walked some - that 
the rumors. What? Thus, out there that - something about a guy 
who supposedly went mad. He argued that the decoded signals. 
Questions about what he learned, he did not answer, just 
mumbling - something about the Earth and space that we all have 
the output, about the fact that we are not ready. Ah! It is 
also said that he destroyed all the intermediate results of 
their research. Why? Sooner or later, would still Front 
transcribed these records. Although it is not decoded it! (It 
should be will look over what he has worked, because now I have 
a free hand.) Stop, and than there was over it - that? It seems 
to be He laid hands on himself, or just disappeared? -I do not 
remember ... 

       I found myself in Potma at the door of his apartment, 
has been around for about two minutes I stood before her. "We 
need to think less "- came into my head -" otherwise, where gape

- Anything - and kranty. "Yes, it's time to tie.

       Enigmatic whistling I walked into my apartment. Honestly
say after all these thoughts about the guy that disappeared (or
no?), I did what would not be surprised if he found the house 
which a ferocious type of internal discipline of the Office 
(What a stupid name!), Or worse (?) That - an inverted 
upside-down apartment. But to my luck no such happened, 
everything was still, ie, extremely quiet. I sigh of relief. 
You can work with. 

       Densely had supper, I started to work. Launched its
no schem is not compatible super-mega-giga-own computer
development and began preparing for the final decoding
data - in a special way processed signals Inferred
Civilizations. My technique was not a sophisticated decoding
as those we used in research centers. On the contrary, it was 
even something trivial. 

       As one clever uncle running in parallel from the 
Division, these signals represent a record of thought processes 
of some creatures. I am also leaning towards this version, 
though bolshinsvo of our department think that those signals - 
an intricate way to encrypt texts designed specifically for us 
Earthlings, and they contain such information as we are still 
early to know of this she moschny encrypted, and can we 
decipher it only when we are ready, and We are ready for a long 
time will not, but we should try, perhaps outsmarted green men. 
Whew, some sort of nonsense. Ready-not made directly cookbook! 
Well, it's a lush fantasy one must possess to get to this! Yes 
the hell we exist zdalis something?? And the most terrifying, 
have stated recently that this "official version" if I had not 
been suspended I would have gone honestly!


       I'm assuming that all reasonable (humanoid)
beings think in a similar manner, and comparing different 
records of thought processes can reveal their meaning until 
meaningful text. And if these beings think differently, then 
means that we are too different and hardly come to an 
understanding. And if so, then there is no need to contact. So 
I started compare the signal recording with his. Getting no

nebylo progress, but then when I started to slip for the 
analysis of their records on various subjects, began to show 
the match. So far I have had a figurative-emotional ordered 
collection of data and full of detail to level of text I was 
only one session comparisons. And he was in full swing.


       I looked at the screen: "the process of specification is 
made 75% "- it took several minutes - 95%." My heart is stupid

beginning to look for the shortest way to the heel. I closed my 
eyes. I feared the moment when, finally, I see the result. I'm 
there see? My thoughts were suppressed most ugly way - the 
computer istoshno yelled, marking the end of this eerie sound 
work. I sat and listened to this uncensored voice, and for some 
reason could not remember what to do to my super beast shut up. 
Finally it dawned on me, that you can press any key and this 
cacophony ceases, what I did. After recovering from the shock, 
I began to view text. The text was not such a big, probably a

was recorded accidentally overheard negotiating the notorious 
human-like (as I thought!) green men. 

       - Allikl (probably name), they were down again violate 
the Act of the United Galaxy. 

        - You know Ygovana (probably the name again), Earth
essence Reservation. We have no right to interfere in the 
internal case. Nobody has the right ...


        - But these *#@#$%$ again going to use nuclear weapons, 
I see not yet reached ... "This record is dropped. The next 
piece: 

       "- Okay, I'll get back to Egres Vanikto Klorta (probably
Name). Maybe we can do something about it. Reject. "


       I sat staring at the gathering gloom around, slowly 
digesting the reading. Something's bugging me. Some vague 
semblance of hope. There are way out there. But where? 

       So, this, what's his name ... Allikl (well, and the 
names of them) said that the Earth - reservation. Uh-huh ... 
Clearly ... What are we to this to say about Sergei Dictionary 
Ozhegova? So ... Yeah. Reservations in the U.S. and certain 
other's capitalist countries: a place for violent settlement of 
indigenous people country. Hmmm. Comforting to say. Stop. And 
why am I took all these little green men read Ozhegova? Ha! Here

and the answer! After recording was compared to my ideas,
with My dears brains! And what will they say about this?
I think his entire adult life thinking that the reservation
this is a place where all sorts of live uncivilized 
aborigenotuzemztsy who quietly eating breakfast one another, 
but civilized people do not interfere in internal affairs, 
preferring to watch it. However, according to my ideas, if the 
way in Reservation is closed to civilization, the way 
aborigenotuzemtsam in civilization is open! Here he is this 
sinful EXIT. As it is sometimes useful to be mistaken! 

       Well I'm going to take this exit. I find
it!

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