IzhNews #0D 28 февраля 2003

Thoughts on stage - waiting times better than the awareness of the reality of life.

         Self-discovery.


                                 Knowing that there is 
something else 

                                 Constantly think only of him,

                                 But waiting times better

                                 Than understanding the reality 
of being 

(C) Himik's ZxZ / PoS-WT


   /


    hen was left almost none of
chance when the time for decision
was not committed, when there was no force
wait until dawn, when there was no
patience and came trembling, when the jaws
clenching and terribly hungry, when
died away last living cry when
stopped howling wind, when all became extinct
around - it was just ...

   Already nothing is disturbed mind, was not
bright colors, swift movements of kids,
flying moths, flies and birds. Was
empty ..

   Standing and looking quite indifferent
look, he saw little movement in
given. Go there - he thought.

   Having a fairly good distance, he
I saw myself. My God! I
understand what is happening!

   Or anything terrible, "replied the second. I
just like you, but we are completely
different. So my father said so, we
can be changed at any time, and no
that we will not return the return form.

   And you do from running? Asked
second.

   I do not know ... I was several times
the same place, and each time
time to see where I am.

   And how long in this world is empty?

   Yes, you know, recently there was in full swing
Life! It was all! Music, fun,
colorful creations, and we were all at
work.

   Now we have very little,
very ...

   Instead of all colors and joys,
appeared that you now see.

   What is it? He asked ...

   It? Continuous technological
process, which the creators call
progress, and now it is nothing like
return to top ...

   Ie me and you soon will not?

   Yes, and unfortunately no one is unable to
prevented. And we were not that he can not
save? What Shall we do not and die in
this soulless world?

   Why soulless, there are in fact lives
easy it is full of rage. Now all our
colleagues are working on them, and us -
the elderly, there are very, very little.

   We are on the verge of extinction. We were lucky
more, we were set up perfectly for
other problems, and only through this we
lasted the longest.

   Those who have been with us before, were now
others. They sell drugs, kill
native and quite familiar
people. They blow in his dark world of those
who are weak and young, and may not be timely
decision.

   Their darkness.

   Well, come on, say goodbye and go
in their own ways, most likely we will not destined
have to meet. We simply will not
to remember each other.

   Wait a minute, and you did not say that there
away?

   This is ... Hmm ... Well ... This is where you
then get.

   What is it??

   This is our father.

   He's alive!

   Yes, but he has absolutely no time for life.
See how it clung to all those who
had been alive?

   I mean there?

   Yes, but I, unfortunately, go to another
side, he sent me searching for a ray
light, but I'm not sure that it will find.

   Say, like us, and his name?

   You are just like me, you are like me,
and I for you ...

   Bits.

   Bit??

   Yeah, you bit. And our father in the distance, this Z80,
but you is not going to help.

   Hence all? The End!

   Do you have a chance, but he was quite
impractical.

   What should I do?

   You've got to break through the network
temptation and become one of the informants.
To get to the disk archive, and slow in coming.
Wait for a few years, someone
You will remember, and then restart.

   Perhaps, you'll get quite a
another world, a world where everything is back
back ...

   But to get there, it is very difficult ... Need
did not err in choosing the right place and
time ...

   Goodbye, I need to go. I am part of
team, and is limited in time ...
Farewell ...


   What to do? Shall I not die and
in the deep anger and hatred? In the abyss
madness and fear?

   Help me ... Help ...