Nicron #109 30 июня 1999

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Stories - Seven Days - Seven Nights (continued).

    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)