It was you - The story "The Road".

            Road

music by Ironman
(C) Sagittarius
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 "ENG-zhih! - Swept past the steel monster who viciously 
shining polished sides in the sun. Vel nervously recoiled back.

"Bad start!" - Gently tapped
Kills intuition. He wiped sweat from his face and
bitterly thought that he still
have to do it. Receiver in the ear whistled and suddenly said 
:"... the last two weeks were shot down on the highway another 
sixty machineless, resulting in which were damaged another 
forty cars. The city administration issued a decree on the 
organization of a special commission to deal with this 
unfortunate stain on the fragrant face our city. "Vel smiled. 
He certainly did not know that the Highway every day gets to 
sacrifice a few man! In its quarter was the view that

their sacrifice wheel to Highway did not kill themselves. But 
despite all these deaths, each machineless

day out on the road, otherwise known as Highway, and died. Died 
like lemmings. They had a target on the other side of the road. 
The old men told us that one who goes Highway, he becomes

wheel. "Fairy Tales!" - Grunted while
all adult men and Vel grunted worse than others. While acid 
rain is not destroyed his house. And his family did not perish 
under the walls. While the elders have decided not to cast him 
as a useless cripple. Because that inhaling acid fumes more

never ran.
 He again wiped off the face of biting, pulling together
the skin in a plaster mask, sweat. Inhaled, exhaled, and ... 
stepped off the sidewalk. Straining acid corroded the lungs, he 
strode forward. Vel was on the "island of safety" and tried not 
to think about how he would cross the strip, where the motion

faster. When he raised his head and looked ahead, the sun did 
not come to him in the brain fire ax. "Well?" Are you afraid? " 
- It seemed to him in this. He took a step. Shoes it seemed to 
stick to the surface. Vel stood staring at the approaching 
wheel and thought: "I will be so!". "I'll kill you-yu!" - 
Boomed wheel. Tetanus is stopped and Vel hurried to the next 
"island". Five bands later, fear, locked up, as in

reservoir began to leak. "I
do not do this! They would crush me! "-
frantically yelled mind, looking at the racing wheel. "Look, 
man. Maybe you prefer to die of hunger? -

wryly remarked common sense. Vel
turned. His knees buckled and
he fell only because not up to
then. His eyes reflected the river wheel. They did not leave 
nothing alive after themselves. Although, nothing alive on the 
track long gone. The sun seemed to work together with the 
wheel. In the flooding of the whole sensed ultraviolet apparent 
desire to bring this thing 'everyone and everything " to the 
boiling point. Brainpan Velya long ago reminded him of the pan,

but now he came up with the more correct analogy is: a simple 
teapot with a spout, arm and the brain.

 Receiver again spoke, this time
solemn tone: "At this moment thousands
wheel move on the railroad to the east! Machineless in a panic, 
they flee! ".  Brains finally began to boil and cover, not

endure them raging head, opened: "Dying of starvation in front 
of these? ". remnants of the former pride raced in it. He 
approached the edge, and dashed forward. Of course, he did not 
flee, but was not far from it. Jumping on the curb, he neck 
felt a slight breeze. A then the air, almost roasted to a 
crisp, blew the siren. This is a wheelwright in a rage yelling 
about his failure. "Silly wheelwright! Time of my death only 
knows me!" - Smiled Vel. All coming difficulties have sunk into 
oblivion. He could cross the motorway by one step!

Vel raised his leg and took this step. When
thought was a normal course, he was lying
on the ground face down. After the excess of gray matter 
spilled out, again he was afraid of: "Why should I stand? Crawl 
- nothing worse! even nicer.". The next band was empty. AND 
next ...  Vel crawled for seven bands per second

waiting for a wild roar of the wheel, when the memory 
resurfaced one of the replicas of his only companion - the 
receiver. "At this moment, thousands of us move on to the 
Turnpike East! "." What does this mean? Is

All rims are really in
one band? ". He crawled faster, first seeing anything in front, 
at least some perspective. ... Another band ... And more ...

 When his hands glued to the curb, he
did not realize what it means. He just
surprised to not find ourselves a new
band. Only grass and three-storey building
two hundred meters. The last effort to climb up on the curb, he 
buried his face in land. "What a blessing - just

lie on the ground! Is in a hurry,
lie down and inhale the fragrant smell. Regardless of any 
progress, Mother Earth is always ready to embrace the prodigal 
sons. Air there was not colder than on the highway,

but it had a smell of Liberty, Life and Happiness.
And Vel breathing rapidly and intermittently, not in
can inhale them ...
 Finally, he got up and went to the building. When he 
approached the great door, they swung open and out of the left 
wheel. He growling, but it was not threatening, but a welcome 
sound. Vel smiled and went inside ...

 "These machineless should kill
at least for the fact that they will never understand
what the real speed! They do not understand that range of 
feelings that arises when the powerful motor drives the agile 
body forward. Do not understand the poetry of the moment when

the candle slips spark igniting
another batch of fuel. They are doomed
life poking around in the dust! ". With these
Vel thoughts fit into the regular rotation. He ride a little 
more and went to the garage, where he waited for his new 
friends. Each wheel has reported for a meal on the number of 
downed them machineless. Today on points ahead again wheeled 
out on behalf of the IRT. He lived next to Velem and after

eating together they drove home. Cassette suddenly familiar 
zasviristela and said: "Today, as a result of the next 
collective hike wheel were destroyed ten machineless ... "

 - IRT, you do not know who conducts the transfer of
Highway? - Asked Vel.
 - I asked the elderly, but they do not know.
All they can tell, this is
an old tale that they tell
anyone who visits them.
 - What is a fairy tale? - Languidly asked Vel.
 - Have you heard about the bridge? No? When we try to travel 
there, the winged bomb us. Therefore, few dare to do so.

Only those who have nothing to lose, entrust
your destiny Road, or rather, the Bridge. Old men say, the one 
who crosses the bridge, he becomes a winged ... As if confirming

his words from the speaker came a voice: "Only
that a squadron of winged destroyed more
five wheel! Sooner or later, but these
polluters of the atmosphere will be destroyed! ".
 - And why, I had not heard those reports about the destruction 
of wheel? - Vel squeezed.  - It just was not your message. Our

the world is very reasonable. Someone cool
thought when it did.
 ...
 - You are young, just to hem! But we
old men know that if the cross flow
hard radiation from the Sun,
You can become a reasonable humanoids
living on the third planet ...
 ...
 Is it bad to be human?


             END.
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