KrNews #15 02 ноября 2001

Будущее Спектрума

Talents - PROJECT: Spectrum DEAD. SPEKRUM DIE!

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PROJECT: Spectrum DEAD.
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  KASP'01.


          He sang, we prayed for him.

          He sang, we spit on him.

          He sang and we did not know anybody,

          who was his best.

                                 (Spleen)



  Pain.

  Fear.

  Drug illusion of improvement.

  Once again the pain ... More powerful, penetrating every 
nerve, every cell. 

  Apathy.

  Moans for help.

  Pleas for deliverance ... Praying for death.

  Re-narcotic illusions ...

  And all the new ...

  Familiar? No? Would look like
short episode in the life is slowly dying.

  For a simple layman it sounds crazy
and unrealistic.

  However, in the lives of dying of such episodes are hundreds, 
thousands ... They follow one other and merge into a continuous 
series of agony and pain.


  In the eyes of a man no longer
spark of life. They only desire to be in the arms of narcotic 
sleep. 

  Where there is no pain. Where there is no fear.

  And do not leave it ever.

  And nobody can understand what is happening
in the soul of a man. Besides, who
kills himself.

  Comprehend all that agony that shakes the soul, seeing as 
cell by cell body dies, devoured a serious illness. 

  The soul and body are two halves of one whole. Can not exist
separately.

  See how the fading mind.

  See how life goes.

  And only a dying man, could just sit there, smoking a 
cigarette and looking into the silent sky is not capable of

help ...

  Nothing.

  But it is always ready to take the soul in its
hugs. Allowing it immeasurably long
mourn the body and then pouring her tears
on the heads of living in the form of rain.

  The sky has no conscience.

  Heaven knows no pity.

  Only he can bow to the very person
and whisper something secret, or just quiet.

  Only he can believe ... Because he
also dies.

  Only he, and not doctors and relatives
with strained smiles on their faces and cheap assurances with 
tears in his eyes on that everything will be alright ... But it 
is worth look in their eyes a little bit deeper

and this will be enough to understand -
they already see you dead.

  After all, the look is hard to hide the pain
impending loss.

  The pain is almost always lives on the surface.

  It was on such a hopelessly sick to me
I would like to tell today.


  SPEKRUM DIE!


  Die slowly and inexorably, proudly
and humbly.

  Not looking for sympathy, not to indulge in hysterics. Not to 
anyone without showing their weakness.


  He is ready to die with his head held high.

  As a true representative of his country. Like a true 
gentleman. 

  Prepared before his death to look into the eyes of those who 
are somehow responsible for his death.


  Those who by their treachery, laziness
or banal indifference, drove his
nail in the coffin of his future.

  Those who spit into the well from which
drink as soon as they have a water pipe.

  Look at them a little muddy and alcohol own greatness eyes
to see in them only a black void
indifference.

  They could not understand that destroyed not just a great 
computer ... 

  They have destroyed a part of themselves.

  Particle that was given to them by God.

  "Ember" talents that could flare up in flames this talent.

  And when the Spectrum gave up the ghost, they will hear as 
this sizzling ember cooling down in their own spittle.


  And the truth is that this coal will go out
not at all. In any environment are unique. Geniuses are born. 
Such break through ... Without remorse overstep through the 
still warm corpse, and will move More ... Do not look back ... 
More ... on the intended path.


  Anywhere without displacing and not giving
meaning anything that is not for them
important.

  To the goal. For your own well-being.


  SPECTRUM DIE!


  And like any dying, he feels his own death standing behind 
him. Neck feels her bad breath. Realizes that she is at any 
time can include it in his cold

hugs.

  She just waits.

  Waiting for the moment when he will be so
weak that he will take it as a deliverance
from their torment.

  After all, no one can suffer forever.

  Even Jesus, voluntarily assumed
Himself the sins of all mankind and
doomed himself to suffer bleeding in the
Cross prayed that he sent to
him to death.

  And she stood at his bloodied feet and
leaning on his scythe, listened to his cries with a strange 
smile on his wrinkled face.


  She likes to torment and love when it
beg.

  After all, the death of a sadistic soul.

  Sadistic, which is impossible to isolate ...

  Sadist who will always be there ...

  Who will wait as long as
required. To enjoy enough
to extinguish the last spark of life dotlevayuschey.

  Of death should not expect mercy!

  Death knows no mercy!


  SPEKRUM DIE!


  Dies as a single organism.

  And even such a great doctor "iron"
like Nemo and the firm "Scorpio" or more
modest, as the VTS, powerless to help him.
But they are not willing to admit their impotence.
Do not want to because honestly believe in their
case. Believe that doing the right thing.
Believe that saving the Spectrum of imminent death, he dictated 
by technical progress. Just as doctors, oncologists believe 
that they help their patients by infusing in them the strongest

poisons and irradiating radioactive isotopes.

  Believe that they do good prolonging
life.

  But this is a bluff. Because it can not be called
life of the state in which each
muscle, every cell of the body responds
at the command of the brain a dull ache ... Pain
which is not in a hurry. Which is ready
to be with you till the end.

  They only prolong his suffering.

  Leveraging the agony of the impending inevitable death.

  And Spectrum agony. Each of its
cell facing your monitor.
Each chip is able to give this
cell life, but not able to save her.

  Spectrum is aware that he was actually dead and he put up 
with it. Because it has no other choice.


  He can not help myself.

  He sees ordinary nick use
its "image" on other machines. When life
ranked him as a saint great martyr.

  He had already realized that the user does not
Spectrum needs they need another icon of a god. Icon of looking 
at which he could would exclaim: "PC-SHIT!! Windows-shit! But 
Spectrum had a car, yes. It is a pity that it no longer with 
us. " 

  And so you're not thinking about me, as if not shouting that 
Spectrum lived, is alive and will live ...


  So after all, about Lenin once said the same thing.

  And it is true that you can not find his grave in any 
cemetery around the world. 

  But he's dead anyway.

  Let it lies in a mausoleum, as a living.

  Let the legs can not be assigned
flowers.

  Anyway he is dead ... For over seventy years.

  With him you can not play, you can not communicate. He can 
not cheer up, can not nothing surprising.


  He stayed only a useless piece of dead flesh, dressed in the 
memories of old fart. 

  Someday, the same will happen to
Spectrum.

  And those "old fart" we will -
those who remember the time when he was on top.

  Thanks to idiots with a clear view of calling themselves a 
buzzword: coder user, etc. Harder Who tried to outdo each other 
in the originality of nicknames. 

  Idiots who felt friends, people whom they had never had never 
seen, but but they knew very Nick_i.


  It was a time when 8 bits were still
very cool.

  Time, clear minds and pure souls.

  Time of limitless fantasy and
ambitious plans.

  Time of pure enthusiasm.

  Yes, it was a golden time.

  And I'm sure the vast majority of those who remember a time 
when the Spectrum was a young man realizes how hard his illness.


  Why did this happen? Why does the mind
which is believed will never die,
terminally ill?

  Some will say it in technical progress, which gave us a more 
powerful machine capable of giving the user in the thousands, 
millions of times more than he could give the Spectrum. 

  Others will say that times have changed in
which we live.

  Third, that itself has changed conjuncture
life. A way of life, as is known, makes its own
laws.

  And they are all right ... In some
As ...

  Just all of us, those who once bore
"Banner of Spectrum with head held high, rose from the" pioneer 
"of age. 

  Our souls are ripe to be
absorbed adult life ...

  Life in which its laws, other than
from those on which we lived before.

  Laws in which the main money and
their own well-being.

  And life could not pass by itself
such tidbits. He is gnawing at our
soul, like a worm in a ripe apple. C
Every year, devouring more and more
its pieces. Causing to forget everything
that was so dear to us.

  Throwing us life, so that we
could never meet again all
together and put the fragments of our memories a complete 
picture of our happy childhood and the grandeur of Spectrum. 

  And my soul screams: "You can not do!" We're losing a friend, 
a good friend! " But this cry never will break out.


  Only the tears that are now in front of me, but a nasty lump 
in the throat, which can not be swallowed, give my 
helplessness. Life Forever Viel into my soul and never again it 
is not let go.


  Will I write something else for
Spectrum and this is my last article? ..

  I do not know.

  Life constantly throws up new and
new challenges, leaving little
free time.

  So I, too, partly to blame for the death buduyuschey Spectrum.

  My soul can only silently
cry, remembering the bright moments of the past associated with 
this truly great computer. 

  And sorry that the time will never again
not return.

  I'm sorry friend, if you can ...

  I would like to finish as well as
began-the words of the songs of "Spleen".
Which, I think, ideal place epilogue:

 From today please consider
 I do not really ...

           Very doubtful ...
 While singing Check your fuses ...


                                 KASP'01

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